They let out a low rumble that echoed through the acoustics of the room.
“As much as I want to hear all your gorgeous sounds, this has to stay between us,” they said as they approached, gliding forward. “Which means you’ll have to be a good boy for me and suck.”
They stopped behind me, their presence consuming the air between us. I glanced back, and the sight of them looming over me struck me with such intense desire that my legs trembled. Their silver hair was swept back, their jawline sharp, their pale blue skin a shade darker in the lighting of the room. They stood upright on their tentacles, but two slithered out from beneath, looking slicker and more defined than the others.
“Have you ever been with my kind, sunshine?” Ursuline asked, crooking a brow.
I shook my head and gulped. The idea of those pumping inside me…fuck. My cock dripped, pre-cum forming a puddle on the floor beneath me.
“Let me introduce you to my mating tentacles, then,” they said, their gaze flashing with the sort of heat that threatened to undo me. “Be my good boy, and open your mouth.”
I obeyed at once, desperate for whatever they’d give me. Ursuline stepped up behind me, close enough that their body brushed against my ass cheeks. One mating tentacle hovered in front of my open mouth. With the tip, they brushed against my lower lip, then my upper, teasing me. The slickness left a residue there, something that tasted a bit salty. I swallowed hard, my throat bobbing. The urge to lean forward and lick rose in a fierce way, but I wanted to follow their instructions more.
The tip of their tentacle probed into my mouth, gliding along my tongue.
“Suck,” they commanded.
I eagerly obeyed. I wrapped my mouth around the appendage and sucked. It was thick and smooth, warmer than I’d expected. A small gush pumped into my mouth, salty and hot, and I swallowed it down.
“You’re going to get more than a mouthful, sunshine,” they said. “Your belly and your hole will be full of cum by the time I’m done with you.”
My lashes fluttered, and I moaned around the tentacle in my mouth. They gave a slight thrust in and out, the tip diving down my throat. I choked on their tentacle, tears blossoming in my eyes, my throat convulsing. Except they stayed there, patiently waiting as I adjusted. I drew deep breaths from my nose as I got used to the length lodged in my throat, as their slickness lubed the way.
I continued to suck, and they began to fuck my throat with those light strokes. Heat brimmed in my eyes at how careful they were with me. At their consideration and communication with every step. I’d never felt safer, even as I free fell.
“Damn, that throat feels like sin,” they said, their tone gruff. Their palm ran along my side, down and around my ass cheek as the caress sent a shudder through me. My hole ached to be filled. I couldn’t imagine being consumed by them, wrecked and completely full. Yet I yearned for the sensation with every ounce of my being.
They gave those light thrusts inside my throat, the occasional gush from their mating tentacle traveling inside me. The slickness of their length, the suckers along it that rubbed against my tongue, my throat, all of it had me overwhelmed. Their fingers ran through my hair and tugged, and I moaned around their length. I closed my eyes and surrendered to them, wanting this more than my next breath.
“Looks like this hole is just as needy,” they said, and the tip of their other mating tentacle slithered against my hole. The slickness there set it apart, and the feel of the suckers and wetness across the sensitive skin made me shiver. They continued to stroke along my pucker, slow and deliberate, while their mating tentacle fucked in and out of my throat. I sucked automatically, until it became as natural as breathing, and my mind started to grow fuzzy, like I waded through a dream.
“Gods, sunshine,” they purred. “You’re too good at this. Just begging to be bred.”
A shudder ran through me at their words, pure pleasure traveling my veins. Fuck, I hadn’t known how much I wanted this, but my palms burst into a sweat as my whole body trembled. And they hadn’t even breached my hole yet. I sucked hard, and a ragged breath came from them. The fact I could do this to them too gave me a burst of power I’d sorely needed after feeling like I was tossed at sea.
Even now, Ursuline was still saving me.
The tip of their mating tentacle paused from stroking my hole, and it nudged inside. A whimper escaped me, muffled by the length pumping inside my throat. The occasional drip of their juices trickled inside me, and fuck, I wanted every drop they could give. I wanted to be slathered in their release inside and out.
They thrust their mating tentacle a little deeper inside my hole, the natural slickness there eliminating the need for lube. As it traveled deeper inside me, a slight sting zinged through me at the stretch. I tried to thrust my ass back to take more, but Ursuline retracted.
“Nuh-uh, sunshine,” they said. “I’m in control here.”
Ngh. My eyes rolled back at the words, at the smooth, rich competence in their voice and movements. Drool dribbled down my chin as I continued to choke on their mating tentacle, the little bumps of their suckers rubbing against my throat. The droplets splattered onto the piano bench, a few hitting my palms.
Their mating tentacle thrust inside my hole again, and this time I waited patiently. They pumped in and out shallowly, a few exploratory strokes inside me, even though I craved for them to thrust deep and hard, enough to steal my breath away. The feel of the suckers along my insides sent a violent shiver throughme, and they pushed in a little farther, the thicker part of their mating tentacle probing me. They stroked with the tip against my inside walls, and bliss roared through me. I howled around the length lodged deep in my throat. Their breathing came a little faster as they teased me.
“Damn, you take me so well,” they said, their voice hoarse, wrecked. “Like you were born for this.”
Tears prickled at my eyes as I choked on their mating tentacle still thrusting inside me, another glob of spit dribbling down my chin. My legs trembled as their tentacle pushed even deeper inside my hole, until that thickness fully lodged inside me. Until I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. A satisfied breath escaped Ursuline, and they combed their fingers through my hair, giving me another light tug.
“Good, good boy,” they said. “You’re being so perfect for me.”
A few more tears slipped down my cheeks, but I wasn’t sure if they were from the impact of their praise or how good I felt. Maybe both. I sucked and sucked and sucked, losing myself in the fullness in my throat, in how they filled me up inside my hole as well. A gush of their juices burst inside, and another shiver racked through me. I wasn’t sure how I’d survive when they came. I hoped it was so much I dripped with it.
The glide between my cheeks made the most obscene noises, the amount of slickness amplifying the sheer bliss without the slightest bit of discomfort. They fucked into me with a steadiness that drove me insane, one that made my balls throb. My cock leaked onto the floor, the pool of pre-cum almost as bad as the pool of spit. I was a mess, trembling under their careful ministrations, yet I wanted more. I wanted them to pin me down with their tentacles, to fuck inside me hard and desperate.
I writhed as they dragged their suckers along my prostate, the flares of pleasure enough that I was about to collapse. My body was coming apart at the seams, and the need for release formeda steadythump, thump, thumpthat grew by the second. They squirted another burst of fluid down my throat, and I gagged again, some of it gliding down my chin, along with more saliva. They fucked into me a little harder, and the sloppy sounds of how wet they’d made my hole sent a dose of adrenaline through me. I wanted to exist in this space forever, being overwhelmed and dominated by them.
