“So polite, sunshine,” they teased as they swept their mating tentacle up my inner thigh. It felt distinctly different from the other ones, hidden from sight even as they roamed around on land. It was softer than the other tentacles, smaller than the thick ones they used like limbs. Yet the girth had been perfect thrusting into me last night. The idea of taking both at the same time made my cock swell in its confines. I craved the stretch, the claiming something fierce.
Could that imprint on me, make them linger even when we were apart?
Their mating tentacle caressed along my taint, sending sparks through me, and the tip slid along my hole. I clutched their shoulders, the pleasure racking my body from those strokes alone.
“Hold on tight to me,” they said.
I squeezed their shoulders, my grip firm, and their tentacles tightened around my thighs as they hoisted me up out of the water. Held aloft by their strength, the water dripping off me, I was as vulnerable as I’d ever been, but in their arms, I loved it.
“I’m going to start with one,” they said as their mating tentacle rubbed along my hole again. Being taken out in the bay by them,exposed completely, sated something in me I hadn’t realized I’d needed. The public claiming, how even in this situation, I felt safe. I’d always longed for a relationship like this—the stuff of dreams—but couldn’t have it in this life.
So tonight, I’d stay here with them.
Their gaze traveled down to my trapped cock, swollen and straining against the cage they’d locked me in. “You look gorgeous in that.”
Heat roared through me at the compliment, and I preened.
“If I could, I’d keep you trapped all the time,” Ursuline continued. “Let your cock out when I needed to ride it and then cage it back up while I fucked you senseless. Keep your hole dripping with cum day in and day out.”
Fuck. I breathed in deep, trying to suppress the desire that raged inside me at those images parading through my head. “You have…” I asked, curious by what they’d said.
“A mating hole too,” they said. “Most cecaelia have a mating hole and tentacles.”
My cock strained even more in the cage. Imagining them riding me, strapped down by their tentacles, taking what they needed set me afire.
“However, you haven’t spent enough time in the cage,” they said. “That’ll be your reward for when you’re freed.”
“Pretty sure taking you isn’t a hardship either,” I said a little breathlessly. They teased their mating tentacle along my crack again, the slickness slathering across it. Then, they thrust the tip inside. My breath snagged, and I was grateful for how their tentacles wrapped around my thighs kept me steady.
They squirted more of their slick inside me, easing the way as they thrust in a little deeper. When they brushed against my prostate, I howled. My nails dug into their shoulders at the sudden flare of pleasure, so much more intense than before.
“Did I mention caging can make the prostate more responsive?” Ursuline teased.
I struggled to catch my breath, panting. “You…did…not.”
They thrust in again, another stroke that robbed me of my senses. I keened backward, holding on to them with all my might. Fuck. I needed this more than my next breath. I needed their length thrusting inside me, making me complete. And after taking them yesterday, the thickness felt comfortable enough as they fucked into me where there wasn’t any sting.
And I craved the sting, the stretch.
I wanted both of their mating tentacles tonight.
They lowered me back down into the water, even though their mating tentacle continued to fuck inside me. The sensation of the cool water around my body, of the slight floating feeling, of the way they held me secure—all of it threatened to overload my systems. My balls ached, my cock was trapped, and yet I didn’t care. Not while they fucked me with their mating tentacle, each thrust inside me sending a shock of pleasure stronger than I’d ever experienced before.
“You’re so good for me, sunshine,” they purred, their palms running down my sides. I loved how they could pin me down with their tentacles, touch me with their hands, wholly consume me. And unlike yesterday, when they’d been behind me while they fucked me, today I could see their expression.
The dark desire brewing in their features threatened to consume me. Sheer hunger poured from their gaze, a concentration there that made me feel more naked than I already was. That made me feel seen.
Their jaw tensed, their brow furrowed, and they fucked into me harder than they had yesterday, as if they’d been holding back. I clutched hard with every thrust, the sensations rocking through me enough that I was so relieved I was suspended in the water at their mercy. The swish of the bay around me, thefloating feeling sent a ripple of security through me, something I’d always yearned for but hadn’t known I’d love this much.
Granted, no one had ever taken control of my body the way Ursuline had, or played it quite so well.
My feet barely skimmed the sandy ground, Ursuline’s grip on my thighs ironclad. I hoped the suckers left marks. They fucked into my hole again, and I let out a keening cry. Sinful pleasure exploded through me, the suckers gliding against the sensitive skin, their brush against my prostate more intense than I could’ve imagined. The burning interest in their dark eyes snagged my soul, held me in rapture. I’d never felt so stripped down and seen before in my life.
So cherished. So claimed.
Their mating tentacle gushed more of their slick, and even though we were in the water, it was enough to keep the glide smooth.
“You feel so good,” they rumbled out. “So perfect for me.”
