I watched his beautiful, lightly toned body sway as if he were dancing to erotic music. He must have known what he was doing to me when he met my gaze and dug his sharp nails into the tentacle holding his hands.
“More.” The single word he mouthed soundlessly broke me.
Gently, I gave what he’d asked for. His abdomen bulged, and I caressed my hand over his belly where my tentacle was moving visibly.
“You’re so beautiful, my Kitten, taking me so well.”
He whimpered. “Spiro, fuck… I’m gonna come.”
“No, you’re not. You’re a good kitten, remember?” I squeezed the base of his cock. “Breathe.”
He gulped in air then released it, sucking in his stomach in the process and showing off the stark outline of my tentacle inside.
“I can’t.” He mewled.
“One more minute. Count silently.” His tiny, broken sounds were music to my ears. If I didn’t set out to bring him peak pleasure quickly, I would keep him on edge and not let him come for hours to see him cry and beg for release. With the tip of my lower tentacle, I traced his slit, which parted to ooze pre-cum in impressive amounts. Would he let me in this hole too?
“Sixty! Spiro! It’s been a mi—”
I cut him off by wrapping a tentacle around his cock and sending a pulsing wave through it. “Come for me, Kitten.”
Kaos released a series of mewls as his peak reached him and he sent ribbons of cum flying upwards, travelling in huge arcs all the way to splash on the mirror.
His body shuddered, and his legs buckled completely, so I held him up under his arms, whispering into his ear.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re wrecked like this. That’s my kitten. Give me some more.”
He dug his nails into my arms and closed his eyes. On another whimper, he shot one more load, this time smaller, into the air.
I retreated from his body completely, wishing that next time, when he was stretched like now, I’d be able to lick into his parted hole. “What color are you, Kitten?”
“Green. Thank you.” His muscles relaxed in my hold, and I lowered myself to the ground with him, placing him on my lap. “Can I suck your cock?”
I kissed his sweaty forehead. “You’re tired, and you should rest.”
His lip trembled. “But I was so good. I did everything. I deserve your cock now.”
Dear God of the Seven Seas, help me. “Are you up for it?”
He nodded enthusiastically, his teary gaze magically gone. “Yes, Chef!”
I grabbed a towel from a pile nearby and folded it on the floor. “Kneel here.”
“Thank you.”
I could laugh at the situation. The most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on was thanking me because I allowed him to suck my dick. I didn’t deserve him. I honestly did not.
Kaos dutifully did as I’d told him and opened his mouth.
“You can touch me, if you want.” I’m yours.
He nuzzled my upper thigh and up to my groin, then licked along my lower cock. I could see his pert, abused ass in the reflection and wished he could watch himself in that debauched state, yet still asking for more.
“I’ll move you so you can see yourself in the mirror.” I picked him up and repositioned us both.
As an idea came to my mind, I focused on my dicks. I didn’t change their length or shape as often as my tentacles since they remained hidden during the day, but using them more with Kaos would be a treat.
“But I won’t be able to—oh…” He bit his lip as his eyes lit up like it was time to open gifts on Christmas.
