4. Pollinai

CHAPTER 4

Moss

Every part of my body yearned for Max. It was something that went beyond words, deeper than my thoughts could convey.

Our tongues met in a tangle as we kissed and I ran my hands down his body, admiring the feel of his muscles beneath my palms. My tentacle cocks were already self lubricating, readying to be inside of my pollinai.

My lover.

Max reached down and grasped one of my tentacles, letting out a surprised moan. I broke our kiss with a pant, looking down between us.

"They are ready for you," I whispered. "To be inside of you." To breed you.

I didn't say that even if I thought it. My instincts became almost unbearable, everything within me urging me to be inside Max. I moaned, almost painfully.

"We still need lube," Max said quickly. "My bag has some."

"Sario," I mumbled.

"What does that mean?" he asked.

I chuckled as I released him. "It means…fuck? Fuck. I'll be back."

"I'll be here," he said with a sly smirk. He slid his hand down to his cock as I backed out of the room, giving it a few strokes.

I rushed out of the room and found Max's bag. I unzipped it and reached in, feeling around for a bottle until I found it.

"Thank you," I whispered, sending up a silent prayer to whomever might listen.

My tentacles writhed as I rushed back to my room. As I entered, I froze, my lips parting in surprise.

Max was on all fours, his ass facing me. He looked over his shoulder and raised a brow.

I let out a low, possessive growl and rushed to him. I opened the bottle of lube and poured a generous amount on the tips of my fingers, running it over his hole. I gently eased a fingertip inside of him, enjoying the way he gasped.

"Fuck," he moaned.

I kept teasing him, trying to keep myself from going too fast. I didn't want to hurt him. My tentacles were somewhat flexible at first, but they would stiffen within him when I came.

"I'm going to breed this little hole," I whispered.

Max cast me a lustful glance. "Please. I want you to."

"I know you do," I sighed happily.

I eased another finger inside of him, working the two of them together until he was stretched enough to take one tentacle. Already, his body was starting to change, reacting to my pheromones and readying for me.

The frenzy was just starting between us.

I grabbed hold of his hips and rose up behind him, pressing the tip of a tentacle against him. His shoulders tensed for a moment as he braced himself, but then a ripple of pleasure passed through both of us.

I gently pushed forward. It writhed within him, moving back and forth of its own accord, the suction cups tugging with him.

"Oh fuck," he gasped.

He pushed his hips back, sinking my cock deep within him. He held still for a moment, even as I kept moving with him.

My bottom tentacle curled around his balls gently, tugging them.

"Oh gods," he cried out.

His voice echoed through my home as I started to move my hips, dragging myself in and out of him. I growled, desperate to fill him with my seed, to give him everything over and over. My lower tentacle continued to milk him, reminding me that soon, I'd have him inside of me too.

The pleasure that shot through me was immense. I could feel a connection in our bodies, deep and satisfying. I wanted to know more. I needed to feel him.

Our skin slapped together and joined the chorus of our grunts and groans. I moaned and felt liquid dripping from the tip and suckers. It lubricated him with my copious amounts of precum.

"Harder," he whimpered. "Fuck, your cock is so hot inside of me."

I leaned forward over his body and wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him back as I stood up. He gasped as I held him in place, slipping my arms beneath his thighs as I continued to fuck him, taking him deeper and deeper, all while squeezing his balls.

I wanted to see him like this.

There was a mirror in the corner of the room. I kept moving as I carried him to it, watching our bodies in the reflection becoming one. His expression was glorious, especially the way his eyes widened when he saw the mirror.

"Fuck!"

Streaks of milky cum shot from his cock, dripping back down his shaft.

I didn't slow. I couldn't. Not yet, not when I was so close to the edge of filling him for the first time. Of marking him as mine. I wanted to bury my seed so deep inside of him, to brand his insides as my pollinai.

"Mine," I growled, holding his gaze as my second tentacle unwrapped from his balls, the tip moving towards his hole.

I drew them out and then they came together. With a hard thrust, I pushed both of them inside of him.

His scream of pleasure rang around me. I stilled, holding him as we both panted.

"Don't stop," he begged. "Please don't stop."

The scent of his cum egged me on. His scent was so potent to me, it was like a drug. I pumped into him, my eyes shutting as my body took over.

Mine. He's mine.

Those words struck me with every thrust.

"Max," I moaned.

With a final thrust, my control snapped. I gasped as pleasure rolled through me and I came, my seed bursting within him. I moaned, letting the euphoric rush come over me. The flames of our heat were contained, but only for now.

He was panting as I stepped closer to the mirror, watching as a line of his cum dripped down his cock to his balls.

"There's so much inside me," he rasped. "It feels…"

He trailed off, his head shaking as he whimpered again.

"What's happening to me?"

"My seed is making everything more intense," I whispered. "Now that it's inside of you every orgasm will be so much more pleasurable. Your stamina will be increased and you shouldn't feel any pain, even if we were to fuck for hours."

"Wow," he mumbled. "A lot of benefits."

There were. I slowly eased out of him, watching in satisfaction as my cum dripped from him, pooling at my feet. My tentacles came free, slick and still pulsating.

"That was incredible," he whispered.

We were nowhere near done. I carried him back to the bed and climbed onto it, laying back and moving him. He squeaked as I brought his thighs around my face, pulling his ass to my mouth.

"Moss—fuck!"

I thrust my tongue inside of him as he planted his hands on my lower stomach. I tasted myself inside of him, moaning against his body as he rode my face.

He leaned forward, sliding his hand around the top tentacle. He pulled it back, and I could feel his gaze on my opening.

My tongue thrust deeper, my fingertips digging into his hips. I forced myself to slow, to take everything in instead of losing control. But he was making it difficult, especially as he began to explore me. He pressed the tip of his tongue against my sensitive little nub, and I cried out, my voice muffled against him.

Pleasure rushed through me, pulsing as his tongue circled my clit. I growled, lifting him for just a moment to catch my breath. I panted as he continued, his tongue dipping inside of me.

Sario. For a moment, I felt like I was dying and living at the same time, the pleasure so overwhelming that I stopped breathing. My eyes squeezed shut as he pleased me, setting every nerve ending on fire.

I came again, my seed bursting from my cocks. He grabbed onto the base of both tentacles, licking up every drop of my cum before returning to me slick opening.

"I want to fuck you," he rasped.

I wanted him to as well. "You can," I moaned.

He slid off my body, turned around, and looked up at me. "Lube?"

I shook my head. "We don't need it. I am in heat and slick. I want your cock inside of me, Max."

He blew out a breath, his body gleaming with sweat. He threw his leg over my thighs, straddling me as he looked down at my body. The way his brown eyes burned with need made me writhe.

"How many times can you come?" he whispered.

"It's endless," I moaned. I arched beneath him, the desperation crawling through me like a thousand ants. "The fever has taken me. I need you to fuck me."

He let out a little groan and leaned down, planting a hand on the bed beside my ribs. He lined up the head of his cock with my opening and gasped as the lower tentacle wrapped around his balls again.

"Do you like that?" I asked.

His eyes fluttered as he bit his lower lip. "Yes," he grunted. "Fuck."

The head of his cock pressed against me. He gently lowered his hips, pushing inside of me.

I moaned, having not been stretched by another in so long. My fingers dug into the blankets as I took him, my channel pulsing around him, gripping him like a vice.

"Oh gods," he rasped. "You feel so fucking good, Moss."

He looked up, his eyes meeting mine through his lashes. Glitter still swathed his smooth skin, his moans blending with mine as he thrust all the way in.

I cried out and he froze. "No," I grunted. "No, don't stop. Fuck me, little tarax."

His eyes flashed with need and he let out a low grunt, looking down as he started to fuck me, watching his cock push in and out with every movement. I writhed beneath him, feeling the vibrations through my body.

I'd never been in heat before but I knew, theoretically, the stages we would go through. And soon, we'd settle into the fire of our fever, followed by orgasms that would vibrate through both of us simultaneously.

If I came, he would come. If he came, I would.

"I have things to tell you about this heat," I huffed.

He shook his head as he fucked me harder, his cock throbbing within me. "I'm here for it all, whatever happens. I can't think while I fuck you."

I let out a soft laugh, but I could barely think either. Harder and harder, he pumped into me, his grunts turning me on. My tentacle tightened around his balls, squeezing them gently, urging his cum to fill me soon.

I needed him to. The ferocity of that desire made me gasp.

"Come inside me," I begged. "Please. I need you to fill me with your come. I need to feel it within me. Please, Max."

He let out a long groan, his hips snapping against mine faster. I knew he was on the edge. I could feel it, the pleasure swelling before both of us.

Max gasped, giving one final thrust. He buried his cock deep inside me, my moan mirroring his own as he came. I felt his hot cum shoot inside of me, filling me with every milky drop. His orgasm echoed through me, his pleasure my own. I drowned in it, my eyes closing as I felt him in me, around me, with me.

He made a soft noise, wavering slightly. I reached up, cupping his face, our eyes meeting again.

"I can't find the right words to describe how I feel." He made a face, his breaths turning into pants. His cock hardened inside of me again. "This is crazy. I've never felt this way before."

Crazy was a very human word for it, but it made me smile.

"The haze," I whispered.

We called it a haze. The heat induced euphoric rush after an orgasm was amplified and shared between us, creating an intense effect that was a sort of high. I breathed in his scent, the taste of my own cum still on my tongue. I licked my lips as I felt the heat of his cum inside of me, pushing deeper.

Part of me wished he would impregnate me. I let out a low hum, the thought surprising me. I wondered what a child between us would look like.

Just the heat, I lied to myself. That desire was just from our heat. The breeding desire was so strong, but I wasn't even sure a human and arborian could create offspring.

Max gave a soft thrust again. "This is a different type of torture," he murmured. "I can't stop."

"Don't," I huffed. "Don't fight yourself."

He leaned down and pressed a kiss against my lower abs as he moved his hips, drawing his cock back before pushing into me again. He reached between us, his fingertips finding that sweet nub again.

I covered my mouth with my hand before my shout could wake the entire city.

My love. My pollinai.

I squeezed my eyes shut as tears formed, the pleasure overwhelming me. It was too much. It was too much, and yet not enough to cure this infernal affliction.

He pumped into me gentler this time, every movement hard and measured, all while he circled my clit. My tentacles writhed as he took me, wanting to be back inside of him.

Later. Later. I promised myself.

We couldn't stop yet. We couldn't stop now. We'd fuck in every position before we had a moment of clarity.

He continued to kiss my body as he fucked me. I laid there, feeling every emotion combined with the purest sort of pleasure.

"Moss?" he whispered. "Come with me."

He circled my clit harder as he drove into me, our orgasms mounting and mounting until again—we came together, hitting the crescendo with such a passion that I forgot who I was for a moment.

He collapsed against me. I ran my fingers through his hair, holding him against my body.

We were so different. In so many ways.

And yet the universe had brought us together tonight, and for the next few nights in a way that was beyond either of our understanding.

"I can feel your emotions," he said softly. "Are you sad?"

"No," I whispered. "I'm in awe."

He gave a gentle nod, his arms wrapping around me as best as they could.

"I want to fuck you in the springs," I mumbled.

His head snapped up and he raised a brow. Again, his cock stiffened inside of me.

"Are you in pain?" I teased him.

"No," he snorted. "You were right about this heat changing things. I feel like I've taken super-v, which is a drug for staying hard…"

"Pull out of me slowly and I'll fuck you in the spring."

"Such a romantic," he teased.

I could be. I loved being romantic. I panicked for a moment as he gently eased out of me, wondering if I should have done something different. I hadn't courted him, I hadn't even gifted him anything.

All those things, I still could do.

But not until this heat was finished.

Until then, he was trapped in my arms and riding my cocks.

He slid off me and grabbed my hand, tugging me off the bed. I rolled off quickly and made him squeal as I lifted him, throwing him over my shoulder. His cum dripped down my thighs as I carried him down the hall to the spring.

"I love your horns," he murmured.

"My horns?"

"Yes."

"They can bring me pleasure, you know…"

Max let out a noise of surprise as I stepped into the spring room.

"Well, I think we should explore that, don't you?"