A few yell out some rather inappropriate suggestions for Kai and me to give a nude performance.
I ignore it all and kiss Kai like my life depends on it.
When I’m running out of oxygen, I tear my mouth away from his and inhale deeply.
His lips are swollen and he looks satisfyingly dazed.
“Kai Genaro,” I declare fiercely, “I love you so fucking hard.”
He jolts out of his stupor, and his lips curve into a slow, devastatingly handsome grin. “I know.”
The sexy-ass motherfucker just Han Solo’d me again.
Swoon.
Yep, Kai Genaro is my destined life partner through and through. No doubt about it.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“I love this more forceful side of you, darling,” Vardox drawled. Then two of his tentacles grabbed both of Starblade’s arms and pinned them to the bed. “But you know that I like to be in charge—and you like that too.”
Starblade couldn’t deny it. In fact, his dick was throbbing even harder now.
With four tentacles holding down his appendages and one finally stroking his shaft, Starblade lost all rational thought the moment Vardox started thrusting in and out of him with his thick cock.
“That’s right, my dear. Let go and don’t fight it.”
Starblade couldn’t even if he wanted to. Now that the last barrier protecting his heart was gone, he had no resistance to give, let alone any will to do so.
Seeming to sense his total submission, Vardox’s eyes flashed red with passion. “Yessss,” he hissed, his forked tongue flicking out between his teeth.
Then, mid-thrust, he leaned down and kissed Starblade.
But this kiss was different from the times when they were fucking in the past.
Vardox pulled back and gazed into Starblade’s eyes. “You look confused.”
Flustered, Starblade stuttered out, “Th-this all f-feels different. It’s… strange.”
And intoxicating.
Vardox’s answering grin was sinfully sexy. “That’s because we’re not just fucking, we’re making love right now, darling. Do keep up.”
—The Tentacular Tales of Captain Starblade, Ch. 171
Kai
“Ta-da!”River says theatrically as he shows me our outfits for tonight.
The final costume ball of the convention is Heroes and Villains. As River tells me, “It fits perfectly with Starblade and Vardox!”
“Nirblob made them for us as a gift. Aren’t they great?” River says, studying the two outfits on hangers.
“Uh… sure,” I agree hesitantly.
Somehow, my life has become a costume party extravaganza ever since I met River. Between the myriad onesies, my proposal outfit, the Elvis costume, and our costumes here, I’m beginning to experience nostalgic longing for my boring office suits.
River grabs the outfit that’s basically a more elegant and sophisticated upgrade of my Han Solo number. “Naturally, I’m Captain Starblade. I may not have his full-on himbo vibes, but I think I can do him justice.” He grins at me. “Besides, the man with the tentacles is a no-brainer choice for Lord Vardox any day.”
