“Or do you want me to move inside you first?” they asked, arching a brow.
Heat flushed my cheeks. As much as I loved that they’d given me the chance to explore them more, I adored them being in control. I nodded and chewed on my lower lip.
The moment they shifted one tentacle forward and the other back, a shout flew from my lips. The suckers glided along my insides, and my prostate lit up, the strength of the sensation knocking the breath from me. They found a back-and-forth rhythm, slow and steady, and each time they shifted, it jostledmy cock inside them. The slight dip in and draw from their hole was enough to send a hot flush through my whole body. I was incinerating.
I was going to come. I was going to come so explosively hard that I wasn’t sure I’d even be conscious after.
“I can fuck you into me, sunshine,” they teased, the seductive purr of theirs setting my bloodstream aflame.
I bobbed my head, some unintelligible words pouring from my mouth. I kept myself braced as they thrust into me hard with one tentacle, shoving me forward, then they pulled with the other, and I shifted back. My cock moved inside them, the hot, tight squeeze bringing me closer to the edge. Their tentacles grazed across my prostate, over and over and over, and blinding white bliss poured through me with every pass. My eyes started leaking at some point, the tears flowing freely down my cheeks, but I didn’t try to fight them. The squelch of their tentacles gliding inside my hole echoed through the room, along with the softer sound as my dick sank into their hole again and again.
I began to shift with the movements too, small pumps of my hips, which brought me so breathlessly close to coming that my balls radiated with the ache in them. My cock throbbed, the need for release a living thing.
They squirted more of their slick inside me from the ends of their tentacles, easing the glide as both of their lengths stretched my hole to the point I wasn’t sure I’d be able to take it—and yet I craved the burn all in the same breath. My arms full-on shook at this point, and my thighs quaked, but I continued to pump inside them, every movement bringing me closer to that elusive orgasm.
I buried my head in the crook between their neck and shoulders, nuzzling my face there, and the scent of currants and brine, of sweat and sex, wrapped around me, imprinting on me. Sweat slicked my limbs at this point, dripping down my backand their arms, and their forehead glistened as well. I thrust in again, their velvet grip strangling me, and they fucked into my hole hard with one of their tentacles, the other drawing back. I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out, and my gaze tangled with theirs.
Ursuline’s high cheekbones were flushed, their mouth open in pleasure, and their eyes held a soft incandescence that reminded me of the lazy coasting of gulls on a sunlit day at the shore. My heart squeezed tight. They were everything I’d dreamed of in a partner, and three words hovered on my tongue, begging to escape free.
“Think you can come for me, good boy?” Ursuline asked. “You fill me up, and I’ll return the favor doubly.”
“Yes,” I blurted out as I thrust in again. As much as I didn’t want this to end, the ache in my balls bordered on painful.
Ursuline reached up and wrapped their hand around my throat, enough that the slight pressure made my mind reel but not enough to cause a problem. The possessiveness of the gesture—fuck, I loved it so much.
“I’m going to take you hard and fast, sunshine,” they said. “And you’re going to flood me with your cum.”
I almost nodded, but they kept their light grip on my throat. They pistoned their tentacles in and out of me, working with a symmetry that sent me reeling, so the flares against my prostate arrived intense, quick, and unceasing. The breath stuck in my throat, my body forgetting how to do basic processes under the onslaught of pleasure that slammed in over and over.
My balls grew so heavy, my cock throbbing, and I was so. Damn. Close.
Ursuline gave my throat the lightest squeeze. “Come for me.”
The command lit up my synapses, my balls drew up, and I released.
The cum flooded inside them, and my balls emptied out as my cock sputtered spurt after spurt, as if I couldn’t come enough. My length pulsed with each movement, and the orgasm barreled into me with a ferocity that stole my vision. I straight-up blacked out as I coasted on wave after wave of teeth-numbing pleasure.
They didn’t stop fucking into me either. No, they continued to work my spasming prostate through the whole thing until I howled, my fingers clutching the sheets with a death grip. Tears flowed down my cheeks, blurring my vision, and I sagged against their chest, as the aftershocks of coming so hard continued to flutter over me.
“So good, sunshine,” they groaned out. “I’m so close.”
Ursuline’s pace picked up, until all I could feel was the thrust of their mating tentacles inside me, the way they dominated me completely. My cheek pressed against their sweat-slicked chest, and my breaths came out ragged as I savored the feeling of still being inside them. The heat was scorching, consuming, even after I was spent.
“So close,” Ursuline grunted. Their lengths slid in, sinuous and demanding, and I sobbed, the tears streaming down my cheeks as waves of pleasure crested over me. I clutched the sheets tight, burying my face against their chest to try to muffle my cries.
They let out a harsh, broken noise, and their hole spasmed around my spent cock. Then their tentacles began to pulse.
The cum shot inside me in heavy load after heavy load, until I was full and dripping with it. They continued to pump their lengths inside me through their release, and the sloppy noises echoed through the room as the cum dripped from my hole. Still they continued to unload inside me, until it spilled out more, soaking my thighs, dribbling down my legs. I sank my teeth into their pec, the pleasure so intense it bordered on painful.
Quiet descended between both of us in the wake of our completion.
Slowly, they withdrew one of their tentacles from my hole, but they left the other snug in there, and I nuzzled against their chest. I remained buried inside them too, connected to them as deeply as they were to me.
There was only one other thing that felt close to this—this wild, ferocious, reckless buoyancy.
When I stared at the rise and swell of the sea. The beckoning of the water that was undeniable, a calling to my soul that had been there from the first day I’d set eyes on it.
I see you. I understand you,it had always seemed to say.
