Chapter Nine

Marin

I grabbed my phone from the floor and opened the lights app to dim the overhead bulb to a soft red glow, then set the music to slow jazz. Though it had always worked for sexy times for me, with the way I was burning for him, even his German punk rock would work as the background music.

I sent my tentacles exploring his body, his back, abdomen, and between his asscheeks. Leaving a dollop of lubricant, I retreated. He made a displeased noise at the back of his throat and flicked his tail in the air.

“Shh, I want to feel you with my hand.” His balls rested heavy on my palm as I caressed his pucker with my fingertips.

“Please. I’ve waited so long.” Kert pushed back, impaling himself to the first knuckle.

My cocks twitched, going from semi-hard to ready. I was dying to show Kert how much I wanted to rail him until neither of us could move. “Fuck, Kert. You have such a needy hole.” I added another digit and pushed all the way in, my slime doing its job.

“Yes. And I need you inside me.” He flicked his forked tongue over my nipple.

I hissed and pushed his face into me with a tentacle at the back of his head. He latched on, sucking hard enough to send tiny pinpricks of pain-pleasure through me. I pulled my fingers out of him and, as I predicted, he let go to glare at me.

“I need your t-shirt off.” Technically, it was mine. I pulled the hem up, splaying a tentacle on his abs.

He wiggled out of my grip and kneeled in front of me. With one swift move, he pulled the t-shirt off and tossed it aside. His crimson-colored cock bounced between his parted thighs that were dusted with dark hair.

He was uncut, but his foreskin was back, revealing his crown wet with pre-cum. The hoop piercing going through his urethral opening gleamed in the dim light of the room.

“I fucking love your piercing.” I sent my tentacle to play with it.

Kert moaned, releasing more pre-cum. “It looked pretty on some guys at the club, and since I like sounding, I gave it a shot.” He flicked it with his pinkie, then pressed on his slit.

“I want to swirl my tongue around it, play with it, then watch you coat it with your cum as you gasp out your orgasm.”

Grinning, Kert fanned himself with his hand. “So you’re a fan of piercings.”

“Yes. The ones on your nipples too.” I hovered a tentacle close to him.

Goosebumps rose on his flesh in invitation. Choosing a safer spot to touch him, I caressed his fuzzy thigh. “And I’m insanely obsessed with your body hair. It always fascinated me.”

“Really?” He preened. “I love that you don’t have any.”

“Probably why yours is such a turn on for me. Stand up. I want to see all of you.”

“Bossy Mr. Dom.” Kert smirked, but stood up. He’d never been shy in front of me, or anyone else. Half of the dorm had seen his fuzzy ass when he’d run naked through the corridor on a dare.

But this was so much different.

“I used to hate it as a teenager because it was so dark and obvious. Then I got used to it, and now I’m embracing it.” He linked his hands behind his head and cocked his hip.

This. I needed to paint him like that—naked, unabashed, and absolutely gorgeous.

He could be a model for his own art class. Sign ups would overload the school website’s server.

“Quite a journey.” I stood up and had to focus to keep my tentacles at my sides so they wouldn’t stick to him before we were ready. I ran a finger up his side.

He giggled on an exhale. “It tickles.”

I splayed my palm between his pecs, feeling his strong, single heartbeat.

“Every part of your body is like a piece of art. And your scent…” Bending over, I put my face in his armpit.

“What are you—” He gasped and his heart accelerated.

The soft hair tickled my nose as I inhaled Kert’s clean musk of almond and marzipan, much more intense than on his skin. My cocks twitched, and I groaned, sniffing again.

“Sorry, I had to.” I pulled away, but kept my hands on him. “I love the way you smell. Always have. It made your snuggling up to me easy back when.”

“Sniff away. I get off on you being so hungry for me. A dream come true.” He cupped my cheek. “Play with me. Do whatever you want. I’ll tell you when to stop.” He stretched his arms above his head. “I trust you, Marin.”

Like the snap of a rubber band, I relinquished all restraint and let my tentacles loose.

Kert yelped when my appendages explored his body, whisking him off his feet. I tasted the drop of sweat at his nape with my suckers, wrapped my tentacles around his arms, thighs, and waist as I buried my face in his neck. I kissed my way along his jaw to his lips, swallowing his moan.

His wicked tongue swirled against mine with equal hunger, but I wanted more.

I laid him on the blankets, keeping his hands above his head with one tentacle around his wrists, then kissed down his chest to his pierced nipple. I flicked it with my tongue, then sucked the bud in, tasting warm steel.

Kert arched under me, but didn’t struggle in my hold. On the contrary, he gave me his body, following my movements, letting me touch him. What an exhilarating privilege.

I kissed down to the piercing in his belly button. Not wanting to leave his hardened nipples unattended, I splayed a tentacle across his chest with suckers working the buds. Then I squeezed his thighs with my hands and parted them.

His hard cock bounced, pre-cum running down the shaft. A low rumble rose from my chest and I licked his dick from balls to crown, then wrapped my lips around the head.

“Yes, mmm.” Kert’s needy mewling urged me to continue.

I slid the tip of my tentacle into his mouth. “Suck on it.” He moaned around it, his forked tongue caressing it as if it were one of my dicks.

Swirling my tongue around the piercing, tasting the salty pre-cum, I sent a tentacle between his ass cheeks. Releasing slime from the top suckers, I spread it over his pucker and wiggled a tip inside.

He accepted me in—his hole pliant to my touch, his insides stretching to accommodate the length and girth of my tentacle.

With my right hand, I caressed his balls, while squeezing his thigh with the other, and all four of my tentacles were sucking, squeezing, caressing or pushing into Kert.

He mewled around the tentacle in his mouth, sucking with a greedy sound as his tail pushed on the one in his ass, urging me to go deeper.

I released his cock from my mouth and pulled out my tentacle from his ass. “Not too much?”

“No. I like being overwhelmed with hands and dicks until they’re the only things I can think of.” Kert met my gaze with his hazy eyes and gave me a blissed-out grin.

Was that why he had sex with multiple people at once? Now was not the time to ask.

“Then I’ll make sure my tentacles and cocks are the only thing on your mind.”

Kert parted his legs further. “I cleaned house to play with the toy tentacle tonight, so dive in.”

“I’ll throw that thing away.” I glared in the direction of the silicone.

“I have more at home. But once you show me what it’s like to have the real deal, I may get addicted.” He pouted, then arched to my touch.

One can hope. With a low growl of need to please my krampus, I pushed my tentacle into Kert’s ass on a smooth glide.

His lips parted on a silent gasp, and he rolled his hips to impale himself further.

Pressing on his prostate, I massaged it, holding Kert down with a tentacle across his chest as he writhed. White milk dripped from his slit and I lapped it up like nectar.

Kert looked down at his body and mumbled in a strained voice. “More.”

I pressed again. He shook his head and pulled on his hand. I released the hold on his wrist.

He grabbed the slimy tentacle I had in his ass and pushed it further in with a filthy squelch. “I want to feel you as deep as you can go.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” I kissed his thigh.

“You can feel where you are, so it’s much safer than me playing with a toy.” He gave me a pointed look.

“Don’t even mention it.” I wiggled my tentacle, stretching his hole at the entrance.

He gasped. “Then stop being jealous and dive in.”

I did.

He slid his hand down his abs above where my tentacle was inside him.

I pressed upward towards his touch.

“Oh, fuck. Marin, I can feel you.” His eyes filled up with tears. “So good.”

I did it again, this time enough for his belly to bulge. “You little tentacle fucker.”

“That’s so hot. Ah!” On a high-pitched yell, he arched and clamped around my tentacle.

His ass pulsed when he came, spurting white ribbons on his abdomen until I took his cock in my mouth to catch the rest. He yelped and continued coming, thrusting into my mouth and squeezing me with his ass. Once he stopped thrashing, I loosened my grip on his wrist, thighs, and chest.

I swallowed, licked his spent cock, and released it to flop on his abdomen. With a gentle pull, I slid out of his ass, watching the expression on his face. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he panted, tensing as my suckers flicked his rings of muscles on their way out.

Pulling his legs up, he propped himself on his elbows, releasing a streak of my slime from his parted hole. “That’s not fair,” he mumbled in a quiet voice.

Cold dread paralysed me. “What is it? Are you okay?”

“I’m on some other plane of existence and you’re still in your boxers. Show me your cocks. I’ve waited long enough.”

A relieved chuckle escaped me and I shed the boxers as if they’d caught fire. “You horny little devil.”

I kneeled by Kert’s head and wrapped my hand on the top cock, a bit longer than the average human’s and with a pointier head crooked upwards. The one directly underneath it was similar in size and shape. They were more flexible than a human cock, but less so than my tentacles, allowing me to mold better to the shape of my partner.

Kert reached for my lower cock and tugged weakly. “I want these in me.”

“Not now. You’re done. But I will paint you with my cum.” I was close. His writing, mewling, and the taste of his release had already pushed me close to the edge. It was just a matter of me letting go of all control.

“Please.” He sagged back onto the blankets and stretched his arms above his head.

“I’m close. You’re so sinfully beautiful, ready for me to mark you.” As mine.

I wrapped two of my upper tentacles around my cocks, slicked them with my slime and jerked while my lower pair caressed Kert’s thighs and chest. My gills took my oxygen as I growled my orgasm. Both of my cocks spurted at once, coating Kert’s chest over and over. A dollop landed on his chin and he licked it, moaning around his finger. I shuddered at the sight and released one more ribbon of cum, this time on his face.

Kert scooped it with his finger and lapped it up. “You bathed me in it.” He spread my cum over himself, caressing his pecs, his abdomen, and his spent cock.

“Two cocks, double the load.”

He snorted and reached for me, pulling me to his sticky chest. I wrapped myself around him and sighed, glued with cum but content.