Kert moaned, gripping my tentacle with his hands. “I can take both of your cocks.”
“No.” I slid all the way into him with my bottom dick as my top one glided along Kert’s erection.
“Try me.” He rolled his hips. “Come on.”
The devilish brat was giving me ideas, but I had to be careful. “I’ll meet you halfway.” I lifted my lower right tentacle up, then dove it between his cheeks. With a fresh dose of slime, I wiggled the slim tip in next to my cock. Fuck, it was tight, but not dangerously so. He’d been right about his flexibility. Of course he’d know his body well, but I wanted to learn it step by step too.
“Ah, yes! More!” Kert’s thighs trembled.
“Ask nicely.” My low rumble gave away how close to release I was.
“Please, Marin. Wreck my hole!”
I pushed only a fraction more, but sent pulsations through my tentacle that echoed through my cock as it pressed on his prostate.
Looking for signs of Kert being overwhelmed the way he liked, I took stock of his body. Despite his trembling legs, clenching hole, and white-knuckled grip, his gaze was focused on me.
I wrapped my tentacle about both our cocks and pulsed rhythmically, coaxing pre-cum from each of them. Flicking the piercing with another tentacle, I spread a dollop of my slime on the head, thankful for its disinfectant properties.
The slit was parted around the hoop ring, and I tested it with the tip of my tentacle before dipping it in. “Look at your tiny hole opening for me.”
“Yes!” Kert panted, but kept his hips still. “Please.”
I slid further in, the slimmest part making its way into Kert’s urethra. “Show me those delicious tears.” Tagging his prostate through his ass was one thing, but I was on a quest to do so through his dick too.
When I reached it, Kert’s eyes rolled back and he released a wail of pleasure. I moved my tentacle in his cock gently and slowed the rhythm of my hips. With his ass and cock stuffed, he thrashed his head on the pillow, mewling my name.
Tears streaked down his cheeks and his body strained. I held him down with my hand on his chest while my tentacles and cock took good care of his holes.
“That’s it. You’re close.”
On a slow, steady move, I pulled my tentacle out of his cock, leaving a streak of lubricant. With my other tentacle, I tightened the hold on both our dicks and sent pulses through it.
“Come for me, Kert.”
He met my gaze with his unfocused one as he yelled out his release. His cock shot cum high, which splashed on his chest as his ass squeezed the cock and tentacle still inside him.
The sight of Kert coming undone sent me over the edge, and the spurts of cum from my upper cock joined his while I pumped my release into his ass with my lower dick.
Roaring with pleasure, I was filling him and marking him at once.
When his voice turned hoarse and his wails became tiny whimpers, I loosened my hold on his limbs.
I pulled my cock and tentacle out of him, watching my cum drip out of his used hole. I traced my finger over the swollen rim, then leaned over to lick our cum off his chest. The mixed flavors burst on my tongue and I moaned my way kissing up to Kert’s nipples, then his lips.
He cupped my face and kissed me lazily, his wicked tongue stealing our joined taste from me. Having Kert like this, eager, unabashed, and completely mine for the moment, was worth any future heartbreak.
Because I knew one was on its way.
Chapter Thirteen
Marin
Iwiped Kert with a damp towel from the bathroom and tucked him under the duvet. With the way Kert lay limp as I shuffled around to clean us up, I could tell we were not ready for a shower.
I snuggled up to Kert, licking a stray drop of cum from his chin.
He smiled lazily, took my tentacle, and hugged it to his chest. “You were everywhere.” He kissed the top, smooth part of my appendage. “By the end I barely knew what was happening, I only felt good to the limit without it being too much.”
