Page 44 of Santa Has Tentacles

My brains were scrambled, and all I could do was shake and feel more trapped as he fucked me from the inside out.

“Uniqueness and tentacles are prized highly amongst a small population of readers. They consume what is called monster porn and their literature has slowly begun to gain accurate knowledge. Although some is still highly fictional in nature.” Saint sounded disappointed in that but I wasn’t sure there was anything he could do about humans and their imaginations.

“How would one acquire a reader of this nature?” That voice sounded almost like he was wondering how to buy one, but that wasn’t how they saw us, so I knew it was just some kind of translation error. “Bookstores?”

It wasn’t a bad idea but I could feel Saint shake his head. “I would suggest the internet medium called social media. I will provide access to the appropriate book groups. Once you have completed sufficient research, readers will come to you. They are most helpful.”

More quiet sounds hummed around the room as Saint’s tentacles slipped under my shirt. He wasn’t even pretending to be subtle any longer. He was ready for the culmination of our playtime and probably ready to show off his sub.

“Let them see the beauty of a reader, my Colby.” Pinching my nipples as he pulsed his tentacle inside me just wide enough tosend a confusing mix of pain and pleasure through me shattered the last of my control.

I could hear myself cry out but it was far away and muffled by the pleasure flooding over me. It was like being buried under a wave of sensation and it just kept going like nothing would stop it. Eventually my brain got control of it but it took a while because when reality tuned back in, the rest of the room had cleared out and human helper dude was walking into the dining hall.

With a stack of clothes.

For fuck’s sake.

“He’ll need these.” Handing Saint a stack of what seemed to be high-end casual clothes, human helper dude looked bored but I knew he had to work at it. “Make sure he brings clothes for later. Humans don’t like wearing the same clothes over and over. It has negative social connotations.”

Yep.

“Thank you for the reminder. We will add a trip to his home to our afternoon outing.” Making that declaration, Saint cuddled me up against his chest. “The additional clothing is appreciated as well. Humans disklikebeingsticky.”

Great.

“Don’t make me laugh. I’m supposed to be boring, remember?” Human helper dude’s response made Saint shrug.

“I did not make that rule. I do not have to follow it.” Sounding like he enjoyed fucking with human helper dude, Saint kept me bundled against him and rose carefully. “Please pass along compliments to the cooking staff. My human enjoyed breakfast.”

Human helper guy sighed. “I heard.”

Mumbling something about hoping his boss didn’t kill him, human helper guy picked up our plates and shook his head. He seemed to be talking to himself, so neither of us did more than give another casual thanks as Saint carried me out of the room and back to the elevator.

“How did he end up with a human boss with no sense of humor?” That just seemed ridiculous considering how insane working there must be some days, but it was the only explanation that made sense.

“The head human helper is…confusing.” For Saint to define him that way meant the guy really was confusing. “I do not think he understands submission but his passion for organization and keeping us safe is admirable.”

“You’ll make sure the human helper doesn’t get in trouble, right?” Nothing had actually sounded serious about it, just frustrating, but I was still glad when Saint nodded as we started heading back up to his room.

“Yes, he is not supposed to be friendly because that is considered negative in some work environments. However, we feel he is something other than a stranger.” Saint shrugged as he shifted me around again so he could show me the clothes. “If these do not suffice, I have mastered the human art ofonline ordering.”

“Thank you.” They actually seemed nice and like they’d fit pretty good, so I wasn’t worried. I was however not going to ask how anyone else in the building knew what size underwear I’d needed. “They look like they’re going to work great.”

“Very good, my Colby.” As the doors opened on his floor, Saint carried me out and went back to his caretaking. “Somehumans have a need for additional sleep after physical pleasure exertions. Do you require a nap, my human?”

“No.” I couldn’t deny that cuddling him and going back to sleep would be nice, but he didn’t need as much rest as we did, and if we were going to the bookstore and my apartment, and doing whatever caretaking stuff Saint decided was necessary, I couldn’t sleep all day long. “But thank you for watching out for me.”

And for showing me off.

I wasn’t sure if we were going to discuss that yet, so I relaxed and enjoyed being cuddled as we went into the apartment. He wasn’t wrong for dropping off my new clothes on the bed and going straight to the bathroom. Humans didn’t like being sticky. But I wasn’t sure what the rest of the plan was as he turned on the shower.

“Is there anything else you want to do today?” Were we really going to my place to get clothes for me? How long was I going to stay?

Saint took the question seriously as he stripped off my clothes that were officially too dirty to wear again even for a walk of shame. “Reviewing living conditions and submissive limits are high-priority items on the list I have been given.”

Huh?

Oh.

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