Cold dread paralysed me. “What is it? Are you okay?”
“I’m on some other plane of existence and you’re still in your boxers. Show me your cocks. I’ve waited long enough.”
A relieved chuckle escaped me and I shed the boxers as if they’d caught fire. “You horny little devil.”
I kneeled by Kert’s head and wrapped my hand on the top cock, a bit longer than the average human’s and with a pointier head crooked upwards. The one directly underneath it was similar in size and shape. They were more flexible than a human cock, but less so than my tentacles, allowing me to mold better to the shape of my partner.
Kert reached for my lower cock and tugged weakly. “I want these in me.”
“Not now. You’re done. But I will paint you with my cum.” I was close. His writing, mewling, and the taste of his release had already pushed me close to the edge. It was just a matter of me letting go of all control.
“Please.” He sagged back onto the blankets and stretched his arms above his head.
“I’m close. You’re so sinfully beautiful, ready for me to mark you.”As mine.
I wrapped two of my upper tentacles around my cocks, slicked them with my slime and jerked while my lower pair caressed Kert’s thighs and chest. My gills took my oxygen as I growled my orgasm. Both of my cocks spurted at once, coating Kert’s chest over and over. A dollop landed on his chin and he licked it, moaning around his finger. I shuddered at the sight and released one more ribbon of cum, this time on his face.
Kert scooped it with his finger and lapped it up. “You bathed me in it.” He spread my cum over himself, caressing his pecs, his abdomen, and his spent cock.
“Two cocks, double the load.”
He snorted and reached for me, pulling me to his sticky chest. I wrapped myself around him and sighed, glued with cum but content.
Chapter Ten
Kert
Waking up bound and covered by a needy octopus was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Not only was I warm, I was surprisingly comfortable. The night after our confessions we’d showered together, both managing to cum hard despite the tiny bathtub we were crammed into. Falling into Marin’s huge bed and snuggling to him had been the perfect finale to the intense day. After that, we’d spend two days on couch fire cleanup and getting to know each other’s bodies in ways I’d both dreamed of for years, but I wanted to explore so much more with Marin. And we didn’t have much time.
“Morning,” I whispered into the hair that held his ocean breeze and sun scent.
Marin gasped and pulled himself up, his wide eyes bouncing from me to the room around us. When he looked at me again, my t-shirt up to my mid-chest, my morning wood on display, a soft smile graced his lips.
“A very good one.” He said, and flopped onto his back.
It was my turn to snuggle into him with my arm over his chest and my cheek on his bare pec.
“I’ll make breakfast before we go.” He pulled up, but I kept him in place with all my might, straddling his hips.
“I’m not looking for couches.” I poked his chest with the tip of my tail. We’d been browsing through furniture websites, but hadn’t gone far, as each sit-down ended with Marin’s tentacle in my ass.
“No.” He chuckled. “I’ll order one online.”
“The purple two-seater with the armrests?” I traced circles with his finger on my chest.
“Yeah. You liked it and it would fill the space well.” He took my hand and kissed the inside of my palm.
“And it doesn’t fold out so you can’t sleep on it.”
“Keep talking like that and I’ll think you set the couch on fire on purpose.”
I gave him my most-innocent, big-eyed look.
“You did! Why?” He rolled us around, pinning me to the bed.
I flopped his tentacle over my chest. “It worked.”
“You devil of a brat!” He caught me by the sides and dug his fingers in, holding my arms and legs with his tentacles.
