Ursuline teased my hole with their other tentacle, brushing the tip against the furled skin, and I shivered. My legs and arms twitched as I writhed in place, but Ursuline’s tentacles kept me from moving too far. I loved the slight pushback from them, which created a feedback loop of the possession I craved from them.
“You’re such a treasure.” Their voice was hushed, reverent, and the awe in their eyes sent a deep shard of emotion through me, almost painful with yearning. I’d spent my whole life feeling worthless, but around Ursuline, I wasn’t. They treated me like I had value, and the more time I spent around them, the more I found excitement in creativity and ideas I’d once silenced.
Their mating tentacle breached my hole, just the tip, teasing me there, and I tried to shove downward to take more of them, but with my limbs pinned in place, I couldn’t do more than writhe.
They pumped in and out shallowly, more of the slick spurting inside me with every light thrust. I sucked harder on the length in my mouth, trying to draw it deeper too, but they continued to tease. My balls felt so full, so heavy, I thought I’d explode. Ursuline loomed over me, between my spread legs, their hands on my thighs, keeping them pried open. They looked like a dark god this way, their features severe and forbidding even as their actions held gentleness in spades.
“Need more, sunshine?” they teased, a wry twist to their mouth.
I bobbed my head, unable to answer with my mouth full of their length. They slid their mating tentacle deeper into my mouth, and I gagged from the sudden intrusion in my throat. I relaxed it, and a floaty acceptance began to steal over me, like clouds descending from the skies to the earth.
Then, they pushed their mating tentacle deeper inside my hole, stretching me open with ease. After taking both of them the other week, I craved that fullness even more, the need rising with every waking moment. They thrust in to the point I cried out, their thickness filling me up. They moved their length back, and then forward again, the glide smooth with the amount of slick they’d secreted. The bumps and ridges from the suckers created an extra sensation as they fucked into me, and I moaned around their mating tentacle giving the same gentle thrusts deep into my throat.
Tears welled in my eyes, my trapped cock weeping pre-cum. A dribble trickled down my balls, pooling on the mattress beneath me. I craved being a mess for them—of cum, of spit, of their slick.
“Gods, you’re still so tight,” they groaned out. “Both your holes feel like sin, sunshine. I’ll need to work them daily, just fill you up every damn day to keep you ready for me.”
I whimpered around their mating tentacle, my throat convulsing. A deep, low chuckle came from them.
“Like that, sunshine? Want to sit under my desk and warm me all day while I’m writing briefs?”
“Mmph,” I moaned around their length. Fuck, I loved the idea of being claimed by them like that. As if we had all the time in the world.
“I’d breed this pretty hole all day long,” Ursuline murmured, and the hunger in their gaze as they scanned over me was unreal. I preened under their attention, an unabated, unquenchable thrill rising inside me. “Just come inside you over and over until you were a mess.”
Fuck, I wanted that. Wanted to feel their slick dripping down my legs.
I tilted my head back in surrender and closed my eyes, the sensations increasing with each stroke, each thrust inside me. The squeeze of their tentacles around my wrists, my ankles, the pressure there, only elevated everything. They thrust in hard again, brushing against my prostate, and the intense flare of pleasure eradicated all other thoughts from my brain.
“Ngh,” I gasped out around their thick length, my hips lifting slightly from the bed.
“Oh, sunshine, your sounds create the most beautiful melody,” Ursuline said, their low voice gravel and sin. “I’d better play you until we reach a crescendo.”
They pumped into me harder and faster, the sloppy sounds echoing in the room as they fucked into my throat and hole in tandem. The light pulsing squeezes of their tentacles around my wrists and ankles brought constant attention there, all while my balls ached and my cock screamed for just a touch, the slightest bit of freedom to spill.
Ursuline raked their fingernails along the insides of my thighs, tracing patterns there, all while they thrust against my prostateover and over, to the point that I sobbed. Tears leaked from my eyes, trailing down my cheeks. They squirted more slick down my throat, and I swallowed it, the salty taste addictive. More of it gushed into my hole and smoothed the glide, creating those squelching sounds that made my cheeks heat.
“Such a sloppy, sweet little hole,” Ursuline teased. “Such a perfect boy for me. Does someone need to come?”
I bobbed my head. My balls were so heavy at this point they felt like weights I dragged everywhere, and the neediness had ratcheted up a thousand degrees.
They drew back from my mouth, and I dragged in ragged breaths, my throat a little raw from the way they’d been fucking it. Then, one by one, they released their grip on my limbs, and then slowly pulled out of my hole.
I whimpered. “Please.”
Ursuline arched a brow. “Patience, sunshine. If you remember, the lock around your cock needs a key.”
My body hummed in anticipation, like someone had jammed electricity through my veins.
They shifted off the bed with a creak and bent over to grab their bag. The lines of their body were so gorgeous, smooth and sinuous, and I bit down on my lower lip, the sharp longing intensifying in my chest. When Ursuline turned around, their expression looked feral, a wildness there that I craved.
“You’ve earned this,” they said as they returned to the bed, a small key glinting in their hand. They reached down and with a small click, opened the cage on my cock. They removed the pieces one by one, careful to not snag anything, and I almost wept from the immediate relief. The pressure that had been there for the past few weeks vanished, even though the ache in my balls was unrelenting.
My cock filled out at once, my erection stiff and desperate. I made a motion to reach for it, but Ursuline fixed me with a look.
“You’ll be coming inside me, not by your hand.”
Flames roared through me, the heat growing into an inferno. Gods, they were the sexiest creature I’d ever met, and the idea of getting to sink my cock into them…I couldn’t even imagine.
