All my dreams are coming true right now. When I notice his tentacles rising up, I get hard instantly. “Are you sure?” I ask as I pull off my sweater.
“Yes, very much so.” The kraken of my dreams approaches me, and his tentacles get tantalizingly close to my face. “But only if you don’t think it’s weird.”
“Consent granted!” I yelp. I undo my pants and we both laugh. “This is my Christmas present, right? Well, I want to unwrap this baby.”
“You sure you’re okay with the way I look like this? I…I’ve never shown this to any past lover before.”
I’m sick of him second-guessing, and I sure as hell don’t want him to think of past lovers. So, in answer, I lick my lips and take the closest tentacle into my mouth. He’s salty, slick, and oh so good. Like a bumpy cock, but not as rigid.
The way Reed vibrates in response is priceless. And when I deep throat the tentacle, he lets out one long huff.
“Ooh fuuuhhh…” His whole body shivers as he plays with his nipples with his hands. The other tentacles wrap around me without touching, ready to bind me up, as he gets closer.
I pull off the tentacle and swiftly shuck off my boxer briefs. Tossing all my clothes onto the sand, I ask, “Does that answer your question?”
When he doesn’t reply, I gently take another tentacle and guide it to my hard-on. “Does this?” I purr.
Reed growls and crashes into me in a fevered kiss. As I make out with the kraken man, I feel his appendages slither around me. My hard cock rubs on his purple torso, and I’m seconds away from bursting. I need to calm down; I want this to last!
Reed moves off me, and we both catch our breath. The tentacles keep exploring my body, brushing my nipples and cock, and I instinctively spread my thighs. “Well, hello there.” I greet one tentacle and lick it.
“Ahh…did you know…ahhh…that I can taste with my suckers?” Reed keeps shivering with sexual pleasure.
“I did know that,” I purr.
“Well, you taste so good,” he murmurs. His hands move all over his torso; for a moment, I think he doesn’t want to touch me before I remember that six of his limbs are caressing me.
“Thank you kindly, you big kraken, you.” I snicker and take turns deep throating each of the tentacles. I’m glad he’s not jerking me off in earnest, because the slight caresses over my nips, balls, and ass have me so fucking on the edge. When I grab two tentacles and shove them both in my mouth at once, Reed lets out an obscene, guttural noise that thrills me to no end.
This is by far the sexiest moment of my life.
Reed pops out those fleshy tendrils and rushes up to me with another kiss. We’re holding each other, hands unable to stop for even a moment. He explores my mouth with his tongue, and I don’t miss when one tentacle teases my ass.
When I spread my legs even further, Reed seems to get the open invitation.
He pulls off from the kiss and asks, “May I?” He pokes my hole, and I smile.
“You better, Mr. Sung,” I purr.
A dangerous look grows on his purple face. In the next moment, two tentacles lift up my thighs so I’m horizontal in the air.
“Whoa!” I say through a laugh. Two seconds later, I’m gently placed down on the sand. The rushing water barely reaches my feet, and cold air surrounds me. I don’t care about any of that when Reed crowds my space. With the next maneuver, I forget where I am and my own name.
His tentacle. It’s in my ass.
“Oh…ooohh…”
My eyes shut, and I become lost in a thicket of lust. The one tentacle in me reaches my prostate with ease. It wiggles around, hungry and untamed, and it’s as if I’m being fucked and rimmed all at once. It’s everything I’ve dreamed of and more.
When two tentacles grab my wrist and hold them above my head, I gasp. Two other tentacles play with my nipples, teasing them to hardness. My chest is super sensitive, and I think this sea monster knows he’s making me churn out even more precum.
“Reed…Reed…” I chant as he cranes forward and licks and sucks on my neck. I don’t have the brain power to form sentences or count how many tentacles are occupied right now. All I know is the tendril in my ass is lighting me up like Reed’s Christmas tree. I need to warn him I’m about to blow, but I’m sure my aching hardness is a strong clue.
Then a slippery tentacle wraps around my cock. And it’s game over for me. My nipples and ass are thoroughly attended to by this horny sea monster.
And now…my hard cock. Can’t forget my manhood being pumped by a wanting tentacle.
“Fuck…ReeeeeEEEEEEDFUUUCCK!”My unintelligible slur grows louder as my cock is taken over the edge. I howl into the night sky as my orgasm is thrust out of me. My body is no more; I exist only as a being of pleasure, trapped in a delicious network of tentacles. I scream and writhe while being held in the sand by my monster boyfriend as I shoot and shoot. My vision is gone; I’m a vessel to this orgasm to end all orgasms. It goes on and on, my every nerve ending blasting off then fizzling out. After an eternity, the tentacles ease off when I begin to get too sensitive. The one slips out of my ass, but the tendril on my dick slows down at just the right rate to make the orgasm feel good all the way through.
