When Ris felt a slimy-wet drag against her inner lips, she jolted. This didn’t feel like a cock. At least, not like any she had experienced before. The narrow tip of whatever it was pushed through her sex-slick folds with a strange pulling sensation, and when it dragged over her swollen and still over-sensitive clit with a tug, releasing the bud of nerves with a pop, she cried out.A tentacle!
She knew the scene in Bridgeton attracted a good crowd from Cambric Creek, but she had no idea a place like this would be so populated with non-humans.Makes sense, though. Humans want to suck the weird dick anonymously, and non-humans want to sample the buffet.
She was distracted from the tentacle when Ainsley gasped beside her. His eyes had popped open, his mouth slack, his posture rigid.
“Something just sucked me up,” he croaked out. “It’s like an elephant trunk. Do they allow elephants in here?”
“I’m pretty sure they don’t.”
“Well, that’s what it feels like.” His jaw was clenched, his voice little more than a hiss, and as she watched, his eyes rolled back, clearly enjoying whatever theelephantwas doing. Ainsley threw his hands up, braced on the wall as if it were the only thing keeping him from being sucked through the hole entirely. “It’s wet. And really tight.”
“Hurry up and rename that load for the elephant so we can get out of here,” she laughed, breathing in a gasp of her own when the tentacle suckered over her clit once more. A second slimy appendage teased at her opening, penetrating her shallowlyonce . . . twice . . . Ris cried out when it pushed into her, spreading her open.
She hadn’t come here to be fucked. She didn’t especiallywantto be fucked by anyone but the orc beside her, but she wasn’t able to pretend the thick tentacle spearing her open didn’t feel amazing. Whoever this was knew what they were doing. A sucker fastened to her clit once more, but instead of pulling off completely, it moved just enough to tug. Back and forth, back and forth, suctionandfriction, what had been missing from the first tongue she’d experienced. Coupled with the slippery glide of the tentacle inside her, she knew this was a race she was going to win.
Beside her, Ainsley moaned. He was panting hard, his pent-up frustration nearing its culmination at last, and she knew from the way he grunted that he was close.
“Am I going to beat you?” she bit out, “or is this going to be a photo finish?” The tentacle inside her had increased its speed, fucking her wildly, the sloppy wet squelch of it positively indecent.
“I feel something,” Ainsley wheezed. “I-I can feel its cock, Nanaya. It’sdockingme.”
She wasn’t able to respond. A sucker on the tentacle inside her had found her G-spot, sucking and tugging on it the same as its twin was doing to her clit, and she was lost. The sound that came out of her was nearly a sob as the world went white. Her back arched, body spasming; it was a release that nearly knocked her unconscious. She had only squirted a handful of times before, Ainsley being the first partner to make her do so, but this — this was a gush that made her go cross-eyed.
Her muscles tightened around the pumping tentacle as she came, milking it in time to the way her core contracted, slowing its sloppy fucking just enough for her to feel it explode within her.
“Oh, fuck!”
“Oh,fuuuuck,” Ainsley echoed beside her, reaching his peak at the same time as her tentacled partner, his eyes rolling back before closing completely as he shuddered with a moan.
The pressure within her was nearly uncomfortable as the tentacle came, pulsing within her as it did so, the smaller twin still suckered to her clit doing the same. It was too much, she was too full, her clit too sensitive, and she thought she might pass out from the pressure of it.
When the fat appendage within her slid out with a wetplop, it was a relief.
Ris unstrapped her legs quickly, desperately needing to get away from this glory hole before another tongue or cock found its way in, tumbling forward off the barstool when she did so, just barely catching herself on the wall.
Being fucked by anyone but him wasn’t the plan, and now she had to be retested, not caring if the clinic claimed every patron had been verified. The orgasm had been good, but she wasn’t sure if it was worth this much aggravation.
“It’s coming,” Ainsley gasped from above her. “Sweet merciful fuck, Nanaya. It’s coming on me!”
She was laughing again as she pulled herself up, legs shaky from the prolonged position. “Well, that’s just great. Now we both have to be tested.” She was leaking, she realized. The tentacle’s semen was bright blue, like a watery Jello, and splashing to the floor. “So much for not getting my cute skirt all sploogey.”
Ris had only just managed to walk bow-legged to the sink when Ainsley whipped around, his flagging erection coated in thick gobs of white. Not just his dick, she realized. His lower abs were covered, coated in a perfect circle of white. He looked like he’d been the recipient of a whipped cream cannon, the entirety of the glory hole opening filled with his invisible partner’s cum.His eyes were wide, his hands shook. He took a small step towards her, nearly sliding in a puddle of gelatin blue ejaculate. Ris nearly doubled over in laughter, gripping the sink so she didn’t slip next.
Ainsley was silent as she cleaned him, gently easing his foreskin back to ensure no residue remained of his anonymous partner’s spend. Silent as she cleaned herself as best she was able, using two fingers to scoop out as much of the blue goo as she could, squatting low and bearing down to force out the remainder. Silent as he took her hand, leaving the ruined room behind, silent as they passed the still-cheerful tiefling. Silent once they were back in the car, sliding into the passenger seat. Ris turned to him.
“Are you going to say something? Are you okay? Do we need to get some greasy diner food in you as medicine?”
Shaking his head, his jaw moved, still unable to form words. “So . . . big. It-it was so fuckingbig. Was it a yeti? It had to have been, right? That trunk was itsforeskin. It came like, agallonof cum. And my dick was trapped in there with it. It was like a greased pig wrestling with me under a blanket.”
Hunching over the steering column, tears leaked from her eyes. “Yeah, well, I got tentacle blasted and then filled with poorly-set Jello that’s probably staining my skirt as we speak. I really liked this outfit! At least this wasn’t your bi-awakening. Remember the circle jerk you wandered into at that house party?”
His face was horror-stricken as he turned to meet her eye at last. “Ris, it snarfled me up like a corndog! Why did wedothis?!”
She laughed the entire way home, noting that they were both waddling a bit as they made their way up the stairs to the apartment. One scalding-hot shower later, she was cuddled against him in their bed, still giggling.
“We can’t ever tell our son about this. He doesn’t need to know how depraved his parents are. It’ll get out at the dog park, and everyone will know us as the glory hole weirdos. I don’teverwant to discuss this again.”
“Think about how much worse you’re going to feel tomorrow when I’m on your face and you’ve got a mouthful of Jello.”
