Consumed.
Tears trickled down my cheeks, and I tried to blink them away.
“Fuck, your tears are so sexy,” they swore. Their voice was gravel on silk, an addiction I needed more and more of. They thrust into my hole hard, and the pleasure burst fast and fierce.
I sobbed around their length, more tears streaming down. They tugged on my hair, the slight sting keeping me grounded in the moment, all while they fucked into me from both ends, this undulating loop I couldn’t get enough of. Their length was the perfect thickness to split me open, the tapered end probing so deep inside me I could barely believe how much I’d taken. My thighs quaked, my arms trembled, and sweat burst across my body, pebbling my skin. My balls ached with the need to come, but I couldn’t coordinate stroking myself off, not when it took every ounce inside me just to stay upright.
One of their tentacles wrapped around my legs, as if they sensed their imminent collapse, and I sagged forward onto the piano bench, my sensitive nipples pressed against the cool wood. I splayed out my arms, palms resting on the surface as they continued to fuck into my mouth as steadily as ever. Their mating tentacle in my hole thrust in harder, at a speed that would take my breath away—if my mouth wasn’t full of them. Their tentacle wrapped around my leg, their grip in my hair vaulted me higher, the touch coming from every direction. They could dominate me with such ease, and fuck, that was so sexy.
They gushed with another burst from their mating tentacle, and I choked on it again, more tears streaming down my cheeks. Yet the glide was effortless, smooth from the slick pouring from them. The length in my hole shuttled faster and faster, with a finesse that made me lose what little remained of my mind. They tugged my hair again, and another whimper escaped me, muffled by how they fucked my throat. Sweat trickled down my back, and my legs at this point, the salty scent fragrant in the air.
Everything melted away. All that existed was their tentacles plunging inside my mouth, my hole. Their fingers in my hair. Their tentacle gripping my leg.
Short inhales burst through my nose. More saliva dripped from my mouth. The gush of their tentacle inside me smoothed the way. My balls ached with a steady pulse.
That thrust tagged my prostate with every stroke. Pure fireworks.
I could live in this moment forever.
Their breaths grew choppier. “Oh fuck, sunshine. Think you can take two loads for me?”
I bobbed my head. I wanted that so badly. My cock dripped so hard it throbbed, but I didn’t even care, not while they fucked me so well.
Except then their hand wrapped around my length. They gave it one stroke, two. I sobbed around their length again, tears streaming down my cheeks. The tension, the ache was unbearable. My balls lifted. The third stroke sent me tumbling over the edge.
Pleasure rushed through me, fast and fierce, with the intensity and speed of a tornado. The cum rocketed out of me with an audible splat, and I almost blacked out from the force of my orgasm. For a few moments, my limbs seized. I let out a ragged, muffled moan, and the bliss radiated through me, sending mevaulting higher than I believed possible. I’d never come so hard in my life.
And they weren’t even finished with me yet.
Ursuline continued to fondle my deflating cock, as I floated along in a dreamlike space. It was oversensitive, but I loved the feel of their hands on me so much that I didn’t care.
They picked up speed again as they fucked into my mouth, my hole. The drool poured from my mouth like a faucet now. I was completely limp against the piano bench, there to be taken and defiled however they pleased.
“I’m so close,” they gasped out, the thrusts fast and fierce now. The sensations as they slid against my prostate were agonizing after coming, so intense I could barely handle it, but I was also so fuck-drunk I didn’t want to budge. “So. Damn. Close.”
One moment I was sucking their length, and it was driving into my hole. The next, a deadly growl came from them, and their mating tentacles paused.
And then they emptied inside me.
Their cum flooded down my throat in a torrent, and I choked and spluttered on it at once as they withdrew. The rest of it sprayed across my face, hot and sticky and salty. At the same time, they filled up my insides, the gush so intense that even while they were still lodged inside me, the cum oozed from my hole, dribbling down my legs. I gulped down breaths, my face soaked with their release, and I licked my lips, just to taste more. Heat pulsed through me. That was so insanely hot.
“Fuck,” they said, softer this time. “You took me so well, sunshine.”
Their words filled me with a warmth I’d been craving, the praise like a balm on my cracked and splintered soul. They pumped into my hole a few more times, but when they began to withdraw, more cum came rushing out. It drenched my hole, the insides of my thighs, trickling all the way down to my calves.I was a sloppy mess, covered in them, and I couldn’t be more elated.
In my wildest fantasies, I couldn’t have imagined being dominated and taken like this.
And now that I’d experienced submitting to them, I wanted this bliss every day for the rest of my life.
“Stay put,” they said as their grip on my leg released, their fingers in my hair slipped away. Their glide sounded through the room, followed by the click of a door. I rested my forehead on the wooden bench, so beyond wrecked it was a miracle my legs still kept me up. They trembled and quaked as I sucked in one slow breath after another. My head whirled. Every part of me felt used and sticky, and I loved it more than I could express.
The door clicked again. “I’m back,” they said, announcing themself. They stepped beside me, their shadow rolling over, and their hands landed on my shoulders. “Come on,” they said, giving a slight nudge as they helped me up from my slump. “Take a seat on the edge.”
I obeyed, scooting to the edge of the seat, my legs lazily splayed open. Ursuline’s tentacle was wrapped around a wet washcloth, and they stroked at my bared hole. Around my limp, deflated cock. They took their time, cleaning up the mess they’d made all over my body. They’d marked me with their cum, and I wanted to experience that again and again and again. Their dark, intense eyes tracked me as they cleaned me up, meticulous in their diligence. The feel of the washcloth between my cheeks, along the inside of my thighs made me shudder, and I was stripped down in a different way.
How they’d taken me tonight was lifechanging. I’d never felt so possessed or claimed in my life. I’d never experienced such elation or pleasure either. The quiet between us was the comfortable sort, their natural tendency just like mine, to daydream.
They’d been inside me in every way. I could feel their cum both filling my stomach and slick in my hole, even though so much of it had poured out. My heart soared.
