I stood at an angle so he could see the mirror, but now my cocks were long enough for him to suck in that position.
He wrapped his hand over the upper one while sucking the bottom one into his mouth.
The groan that tore out of me was animalistic, and it took all of my self-control not to grip Kaos by the ears and fuck his throat. He’d like that. But I hated the idea of bruising him.
At first, he was bobbing rhythmically on my dick, then he took it deeper until the head of it hit the back of his throat. He paused only a moment, then continued.
“No, Kitten, don’t try to deep thr—holy fuck, Kaos!” I flailed my tentacles, sending the wheeled clothes rail behind me flying as I attempted to grasp onto something.
Kaos kept swallowing my cock like a magician with a sword. He looked up at me with teary eyes filled with triumph.
My upper dick rested on his forehead, twitching as if it were jealous, but Kaos resumed his gentle strokes of it. His grip was strong when he wanted it to be, but he knew how to handle a cock and when to go slower.
I hated that he had practiced on someone else to get to this level of perfection, but I was mostly hoping all his lovers treated him well. Because my kitten deserved the world.
Glancing in the mirror, Kaos traced the bulge in his throat with his free hand, then slid it down his chest and to his cock. It was at half-mast already, showing how insane his stamina was.
“Tap once if you want to swallow, twice if I should pull out.”
The angry single tap was a clear message, as was his eye roll.
“I should spank you for that.”
He levelled a single tap on my thigh, this time accompanied by him swallowing around my cock.
I rumbled a string of ancient curse words I learned from the underwater side of my family, and held onto my sanity by a thread. Spanking could wait. I had a throat to fill with my cum.
My tentacles floated in the air as I zoned in on Kaos with every part of my being. I could attempt to prolong this moment, butKaos needed to rest, and my self-control was not as strong as his determination.
“Use that grip of yours on me, Kitten.”
He did, stroking my upper dick as I gently rocked into his mouth while caressing his ears.
His eyes fluttered shut, and he purred along my dick.
That was it.
I lost it.
My body trembled on the inside while I held myself in place on this plane of existence. I shot into Kaos’s throat, and my upper cock followed right after. Simultaneously, I was filling my kitten with my cum and painting his face with white ribbons, messing up his hair in the process.
The intense orgasm shot through my body, all the way to my toes. If I hadn’t been propped up with my lower tentacles, I might have keeled over. I shuddered with every shot, watching Kaos swallow until he opened his eyes and pulled away.
My dick popped out of his mouth, still spasming, and painted his chest like icing on the most beautiful cake. He smeared my release all over his chest while his other hand pointed my upper cock to shoot over his pecs as well.
He was bathing in my cum.
The possessive instinct in me loved that he was inadvertently marking himself as mine. Hopefully, he’d smell of me for a long time after this.
Spent and boneless, I knelt on the floor in front of Kaos and pulled him into a slow kiss. He tasted of my cum and of himself, sweet and strong.
Kaos met me with tiny licks, then curled on my lap.
I shifted my legs into tentacles, giving him a bigger cushion as I lay back on the ground. I didn’t mind the cool tile that calmed my heated body. My thermoregulation was best used tokeep Kaos warm, and that would remain a bar to measure its usefulness forever.
Kaos kneaded my tentacles with his fingertips and wiggled against me like I was his bed. “If I knew laundry would get you to fuck me like this, I would have got my head stuck in the washing machine days ago.”
His voice was slightly raspy, and a pang of guilt coiled in my belly. “The imagery is enticing.”
