Swirling my tongue around the piercing, tasting the salty pre-cum, I sent a tentacle between his ass cheeks. Releasing slimefrom the top suckers, I spread it over his pucker and wiggled a tip inside.
He accepted me in—his hole pliant to my touch, his insides stretching to accommodate the length and girth of my tentacle.
With my right hand, I caressed his balls, while squeezing his thigh with the other, and all four of my tentacles were sucking, squeezing, caressing or pushing into Kert.
He mewled around the tentacle in his mouth, sucking with a greedy sound as his tail pushed on the one in his ass, urging me to go deeper.
I released his cock from my mouth and pulled out my tentacle from his ass. “Not too much?”
“No. I like being overwhelmed with hands and dicks until they’re the only things I can think of.” Kert met my gaze with his hazy eyes and gave me a blissed-out grin.
Was that why he had sex with multiple people at once?Now was not the time to ask.
“Then I’ll make sure my tentacles and cocks are the only thing on your mind.”
Kert parted his legs further. “I cleaned house to play with the toy tentacle tonight, so dive in.”
“I’ll throw that thing away.” I glared in the direction of the silicone.
“I have more at home. But once you show me what it’s like to have the real deal, I may get addicted.” He pouted, then arched to my touch.
One can hope.With a low growl of need to please my krampus, I pushed my tentacle into Kert’s ass on a smooth glide.
His lips parted on a silent gasp, and he rolled his hips to impale himself further.
Pressing on his prostate, I massaged it, holding Kert down with a tentacle across his chest as he writhed. White milk dripped from his slit and I lapped it up like nectar.
Kert looked down at his body and mumbled in a strained voice. “More.”
I pressed again. He shook his head and pulled on his hand. I released the hold on his wrist.
He grabbed the slimy tentacle I had in his ass and pushed it further in with a filthy squelch. “I want to feel you as deep as you can go.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” I kissed his thigh.
“You can feel where you are, so it’s much safer than me playing with a toy.” He gave me a pointed look.
“Don’t even mention it.” I wiggled my tentacle, stretching his hole at the entrance.
He gasped. “Then stop being jealous and dive in.”
I did.
He slid his hand down his abs above where my tentacle was inside him.
I pressed upward towards his touch.
“Oh, fuck. Marin, I can feel you.” His eyes filled up with tears. “So good.”
I did it again, this time enough for his belly to bulge. “You little tentacle fucker.”
“That’s so hot. Ah!” On a high-pitched yell, he arched and clamped around my tentacle.
His ass pulsed when he came, spurting white ribbons on his abdomen until I took his cock in my mouth to catch the rest. He yelped and continued coming, thrusting into my mouth and squeezing me with his ass. Once he stopped thrashing, I loosened my grip on his wrist, thighs, and chest.
I swallowed, licked his spent cock, and released it to flop on his abdomen. With a gentle pull, I slid out of his ass, watching the expression on his face. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he panted, tensing as my suckers flicked his rings of muscles on their way out.
Pulling his legs up, he propped himself on his elbows, releasing a streak of my slime from his parted hole. “That’s not fair,” he mumbled in a quiet voice.
