Nothing happened, so I glared at Spiro. His eyes were focused on the place he zapped, then on my cock, which thickened in the process. “I’m not convinced you really want it, my kitten.”
“But…but—”
“Time to eat.” He set the fancy round plate with the pavlova on the table next to my hip. “Just to triple-check: you’re fine with blueberries, right?”
“Yes, I am.” I opened my mouth.
He traced a blueberry over my bottom lip, then popped it in. Since I had just woken up, I wasn’t hungry yet, but the sensation of the sweet fruit caressing my tastebuds was heavenly. Everything with Kaos was more intense—every touch, stroke, kiss, or morsel of food he might feed me.
He kissed the corner of my lips as he stung the side of my ass cheek. I moaned into his mouth and strained to keep him with me when he pulled away and hovered his upper tentacle above my body. The anticipation of whether he’d strike elevated, becoming the only thing on my mind.
The next zap landed on my groin, making my dick twitch.
“How does it feel?” He leaned over to place an open-mouthed kiss on the spot.
This was how I’d die. Exploding from the mix of electricity and tenderness.
“Stings. In a good way.” I thrust my hips up, asking for more.
Spiro traced his electric appendage across my cheek and along my neck, until he stopped at my nipple. He met my gaze and sent a zap through it, then licked it with the flat of his tongue. The cool wetness after the sting propelled liquid arousal to flow through my body. Spiro repeated the trick on my other nipple, then paused with the tentacle above my dick.
Breathing fast, I nodded.
He sent a jolt through it, and it spasmed. I mewled at the new sensations of pleasure. He then spread my pre-cum over the head of my cock, flirting the tip of his tentacle over my slit.
“Did you ever play with this hole?” Spiro’s voice was low, his eyes glowing pale red, his cocks twitching with every move he made.
“No. Maybe I was waiting for you to do it.”
“Cheeky Kitten.” He released lubricant from his sucker and wiggled just the slim tip into my cock.
I whimpered at the fullness in a new place. “So good.”
Spiro fucked into the end of my urethra with great care, secreting more of his antiseptic goo as he went.
Making high-pitched sounds, I pulled on my restraints. I was about to writhe, but Spiro snapped two of his lower tentacles across my chest and pinned me to the table.
“You have to stay still for this.”
“I can’t.”
“I’ll help you.” He held me as one of his upper tentacles continued moving in and out of my slit, while the other zapped my perineum.
“Oh, fuck! I strained against his hold. That was intense, the jolt seemingly going from my ass to my insides.
Spiro’s expression was of ultimate focus as he teased my pucker. The slim, lubricated tip prodded my hole, but I was tensing, lifting my head to see how he was filling my cock.
“Breathe and let me in.”
“You’re not a vampire.” I giggled and relaxed my muscles.
He chuckled. “The mouth on you. I should fill it… later.” His tentacle slid past my ring of muscle, but unlike before, he didn’t continue deeper.
“The hole in your dick isn’t wide enough for me to reach your prostate through there, so I will tease it the traditional way.”
“Tradi—Ah! Fuck, Spiro!” He massaged my p-spot, igniting a fire from the inside that spread through my body. I trembled as I skirted the edge of release. But it felt different from any other time before. Maybe it was because my dick hole was plugged too, but quite possibly it was Spiro’s considerate and precise movements.
I gripped the edges of the bed, digging my fingernails into the wood. Spiro watched me with glowing eyes full of something more than arousal. How was he doing this without wanting to come right away? I could never have his patience.
