Page 25 of His Theo

Humans just didn’t do that before they’d even had their first date, right?

The tentacle inside me sank deeper until the tip was finally teasing my prostate, making what felt like slow circles around it. I wasn’t sure if this was his way of pouting but I wasn’t going to discourage it even if it was making me crazy.

“I…” Fuck.

Giving up on words, I pressed my face against him and tried to rock back and forth, but his hold tightened again. Just having that one spot teased was almost torture, but the soft, soothing sounds he made as the pleasure almost faded into a buzzing at the back of my mind said he knew how good it felt.

“That is very good, my Theo. Submit and give yourself to me. Then we shall discuss navigating human dating rituals.” The tip went round and round as he patiently waited for me to submit…and probably to stop worrying.

Overthinking was my specialty but he made it impossible to keep up with trains of thought that were more complicated than tentacles good.

They were really good.

They could hold me tight.

They could fuck me.

They would jerk me off.

Then there was lightning.

Oh, and there were spankings.

“That is very good, my Theo.” The tentacles that were wrapped around me started to ripple in a soothing motion. “Good boy. Yes.”

Good boy.

Yes, good boys got good things when they had a Master with tenacles.

They were so much better than hands.

“There is nothing to fear. You are my mate but I will remember you are human.” The tip inside me made what felt like a “come here” kind of motion that sent sparks through me. “I will give you security and safe caretaking and pleasures to help you relax.”

Yes, that’s what mates did.

When they weren’t fucking their sub’s brains out.

“My goals can be accomplished while we explore the human concept of dating.” One tentacle started caressing right over the area he’d spanked earlier, pushing the memories back to the front of my mind. “We will see movies. We will attend events. You will tell me about your day. Then I will provide caretaking and pleasure.”

He made it sound so easy.

Nodding against him, I rubbed my cheek against his body before kissing along the top edge of a larger tentacle. “I…I’m going to like…that…”

I’d been trying to say something else but his tentacle started pulsing against my prostate and the thoughts vanished. “Yes…I’ll…”

“You will submit and allow your Master to give you pleasures.” There was something soothing in his voice that had me sinking deeper into the sensations he was pushing through me. “Then I will provide caretaking measures.”

The gentle way he said that didn’t give me any clues about what he was imagining. But that might’ve been because all my thoughts were centered around my ass and how incredibly tight he could hold me.

Not that I had enough strength left to fight him.

Even if that’d been the game, I couldn’t have moved a muscle. I’d never had a partner who could wear me out so thoroughly or who could make me feel so helpless.

Wonderfully helpless.

Wonderfully trapped.

Wonderfully teased.

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