Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

Logan finished his breakfast quickly. Well, the first half of his breakfast. The second half was going to include Valen's nectar. The stuff that had made him so incredibly horny the last time he'd had it that he thought he was going to die.

But this time he wouldn't be alone with the heat.

This time Valen would be with him to make it all better.

His very own tentacle monster. The thought that Valen had chosen this form for him still made him shudder—both with faint embarrassment and desire.

"Let's head to the bedroom," Logan said as he put his used plate away. "We'll be more comfortable there." He led the way there, Valen hovering just behind him. He could feel the anticipation thrumming through their mental link, a combination of excitement and nervousness that perfectly matched his own.

He stopped in the middle of the room and turned toward Valen. "So how do we do this?" he asked.

Valen gave him a smile. "Let me take your clothes off. You won't want them in a minute."

That sounded about right. Yesterday, he'd become very horny very quickly after drinking the nectar. Helpfully, he lifted his arms. "Get right to it."

"You seem eager already." A teasing note entered Valen's mental voice as he reached out and undressed Logan carefully. His touch left tingles in its wake.

Logan looked at his alien. "I know you'll make it good."

He saw Valen's skin brightening with a glow that looked like happiness.

Valen reached out and touched his face tenderly. "I will. And you'll love every moment of it, my mate."

Logan leaned into the touch. He wanted more. More of these gentle touches, more of the pleasure Valen could give him. After the long years of isolation, he wanted more of this connection they shared.

Valen seemed to pick up on the thought, sending back feelings of reassurance. He pulled Logan close against his form, tentacles caressing his back soothingly as he began to strip Logan of the rest of his clothes. As he did so, Logan's muscles ached.

Valen had been right; he did need another dose of the nectar.

"I know," Valen said. "Don't worry. I won't let you suffer." He drew back just enough so he could offer Logan one of his tentacles to suck on. "Drink," he urged, pressing the tip gently against Logan's mouth.

Logan opened his mouth and sucked on the offered tentacle, letting the silvery substance coat his mouth and tongue.

The effect on his system was nearly immediate. Heat flooded his body and his cock hardened almost painfully fast. His legs threatened to give out beneath him.

Valen caught him, supporting him easily with his many strong tentacles. He held Logan tightly against the warmth of his body, stroking his skin with his smooth appendages, soothing and arousing at once until Logan's mind went blank with pure desire and need.

He needed to be fucked so badly, he couldn't stand it. "Please."

"Everything you want," Valen promised. "I know exactly what you need."

Logan moaned as Valen lifted him and held him suspended in the air, one tentacle around each wrist and ankle, spreading him open for Valen's viewing pleasure. "Look how gorgeous you are like this," Valen said.

Logan whimpered. He could feel how much Valen desired him in that moment. Desire that only grew when Logan looked down at himself, his hard dick jutting upward and begging to be touched. But he knew it wouldn't be that easy.

That was the downside—and upside—of being with someone who knew all his dirtiest fantasies.

Valen would play with him a bit before giving him what he needed.

Because that was exactly what Logan craved, deep down. To be teased and toyed with, to be driven mad with passion and pleasure. To be made to come so hard he forgot his own name.

To have the loneliness chased away by Valen's presence in his mind and body alike.

As if in reply, Valen tightened his hold on Logan just a little more, enough that Logan could feel the strength in those tentacles but not enough to hurt. Just enough to drive home the point that he was completely helpless in the face of Valen's alien desires—and his own.

Logan moaned, squirming a little just to feel those powerful coils squeeze around him, holding him steady. "You like that?" Valen murmured. He brushed his tentacle against Logan's lips, painting them with a shimmering trail of nectar before slipping it into his mouth.

The sweet taste filled his senses. There was some apprehension in the back of his mind, because he knew now what the stuff did to him, but he didn't need to be apprehensive now, did he?

Valen would take care of him.

The tentacle slipped deeper into his mouth and Logan relaxed around it. It felt strangely comforting, the way it stroked the roof of his mouth, the back of his throat, exploring gently. He could feel Valen's pleasure at his surrender through their shared connection.

Two smaller tentacles moved up Logan's thighs, caressing them lightly. They slid higher, stroking his ass and then his balls, playing with them teasingly. One wrapped firmly around his erection, pumping slowly.

Logan moaned around the tentacle still in his mouth, hips jerking instinctively to fuck that tight grip. The other tentacles tightened around him again, preventing further movement. He whimpered, struggling uselessly. His entire body burned with need.

Valen withdrew the tentacle from his mouth and Logan missed it instantly, needing it back. Valen chuckled and slipped two tentacles into Logan's mouth this time, sliding them along Logan's tongue, slowly fucking his mouth, stretching Logan's jaw wide.

"Is this what you want me to do to your hole?" Valen asked. "Stretch it open with my tentacles until you can hardly take any more?"

Logan couldn't speak around the appendages in his mouth, so he just whined his agreement instead, hoping that Valen would read how much he wanted to be stretched to his limits—and beyond.

His whole body ached with the lust that image stirred in him as Valen's tentacles continued to torment him, fucking his mouth, teasing his cock, caressing his skin, spreading his ass cheeks to expose his vulnerable hole, but never actually touching it. Logan's moans turned frantic.

He felt the brush of a slick tentacle against his entrance and cried out, arching against the hold on him, trying to force Valen to give him what he craved so badly.

But Valen didn't let him, holding firm until Logan finally relaxed in defeat once again, whimpering with frustration and the overwhelming sense of pleasure that washed over him at being owned so completely.

Valen's thoughts hummed with warm praise for him. "So perfect like this," he murmured aloud, his tone low and hungry. "My mate."

Then the tentacle was pressing against his opening again and this time, it breached him. Logan moaned loudly as the thin appendage slid inside his passage. It wasn't one of the bigger ones, but it was flexible enough to twist inside of him, rubbing its suction cups against Logan's prostate.

Logan shuddered violently at the sensation, pleasure shooting through him like lightning. He would have come right there if the tentacle around his cock hadn't tightened to prevent it.

Valen held still inside of him until Logan's trembling eased. Then he withdrew just far enough to add a second tentacle, twisting both of them deeper into Logan's body.

Logan writhed at this new intrusion, feeling deliciously full even as his greedy hole begged for more. He needed to be taken apart by those thick tentacles, to be stuffed full and fucked senseless.

Valen seemed to read his mind because a third slim tentacle pushed in alongside the other two, stretching Logan wider. He cried out around the two tentacles filling his mouth.

A thicker appendage wrapped around his waist as if to hold him more securely. It pressed against the small of his back, its suckers massaging the muscles there, easing the tension in Logan's body even as his hole clenched around the invading tentacles.

"Relax," Valen said softly, stroking Logan's skin with a free tentacle. "I've got you."

Logan forced himself to exhale and relax, willing his body to open up to Valen.

As soon as he did, another of the slim tentacles slid into him, pushing past the initial resistance of his sphincter.

The pressure on his insides was incredible, the fullness nearly unbearable, even though all of the tentacles were thin by themselves. There was something about having so many of them in him that made Logan's head go fuzzy.

Valen held him steady, stroking his sides gently, sending soothing thoughts across their connection. "You're doing well," Valen praised. "Just breathe."

The words were difficult to obey, but somehow he managed it, taking deep breaths through his nose. Except then the tentacles that held his ankles spread his legs farther apart, and he sank down, allowing the tentacles inside him deeper than any cock had ever gone before.

At the same time, the tentacles in his mouth slid down his throat, stealing his ability to think, to do anything but shudder at the image he must present, filled from both ends.

His cock throbbed pitifully.

"Beautiful," Valen murmured, withdrawing enough to let him breathe. "Would you like to come? Or would you like me to hold you like this until the effects of my nectar wear off?"

Logan’s thoughts swam. He couldn’t answer the question because he wanted both.

Valen stroked his cheek, and then the tentacles inside him flexed slightly, rubbing against his inner walls and Logan lost awareness of anything else.

There were four of them. Four.

And they all moved individually.

They twisted and curled, exploring his insides with an eagerness that drove him absolutely insane. Each wriggle rubbed against his sensitive nerves, suction cups pulling at his rim and sliding against his prostate with every movement.

Logan's eyes were squeezed shut now as he gave himself entirely over to the sensation. His oversensitized body squirmed, tears ran down his cheek, his cock pulsed in Valen's tight grip, leaking precum, begging for release. But Valen only shifted his tentacles inside him again, making Logan sob with desperation.

It was perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect. Every one of Logan's most secret fantasies come true.

And then finally, finally , the tentacle around his cock relaxed, stroking him firmly in time with the thrusts of Valen's other tentacles. Logan screamed as he exploded, coming harder than he ever had in his life while Valen's mental praise surrounded him like sunlight.

So beautiful, so perfect.

His body went limp, held up only by the tentacles wrapped around him as his consciousness floated somewhere above him. He could still feel Valen moving inside, drawing out his orgasm until he was utterly spent, every muscle in his body weak and pliant.

He felt himself drifting, exhaustion taking over now that the need had been sated. He barely registered Valen laying him gently down on the bed or curling protectively around him with multiple limbs. Logan sighed in contentment. He felt warm and safe in a way he hadn't in too long.

Sleep came quickly.