Page 56 of Santa Has Tentacles

Chapter 17

Colby

God, he was strong.

Shifting me around so my back was to his torso, Saint bound me against his body and pinned my lower half against two of his larger tentacles he was using as legs. Just that was enough to turn my brain off and have my erection bouncing around to beg for attention, and Saint’s caresses said he hadn’t missed what he was doing to me.

Doing his ice cream cone lick to my cock, he made a pleased hum and his nubs started playing with my nipples, flicking them and pinching them. “Now we are ready to decorate, my Colby.”

Decorate what?

My mind immediately flashed fantasies of me decorating his apartment with my cum, but evidently he meant with the lights.

Yes, we had lights.

Fuck. He wanted me to hang the lights like that?

“I will help.” Patting my head, his tone was deceptively cheerful as a smaller tentacle started circling my hole and teasing my balls. “We will make our home beautiful and I will smell your pleasures for days, my human.”

Oh.

I wasn’t sure if I should’ve asked more questions or not, but I sided with or not when his tentacle started slowly pressing inside me. “I…you’re…”

Damn it.

As his tentacle started pulsing like the most high-tech dildo ever, he pulled the lights out of the bag at the end of the bed. “Where should we start, my Colby?”

Wherever we’d left my brain.

That wouldn’t get me an orgasm, though, or him my scent everywhere, so I swallowed and tried to clear my brain. What little there was left of it. “That…that corner, Sir.”

An actual response earned me the flick of one tentacle against the head of my dick, and as the pain and pleasure fired through me, he pulsed his other tentacle against my prostate. “That is a wonderful plan. Good boy, my Colby.”

Hearing how much he loved whatever he thought we were doing just made it even more erotic and sent another roller coaster of feelings shooting through me. That had Saint making even more pleased sounds and patting my head…and just knowing he was that happy started it all over again. “Yes, my Colby, you will fill our space even when you are not here.”

He was so fucking romantic even though I knew he thought he was just being factual. “I…”

I wasn’t up for multitasking, so my brain just stopped working when he handed me the lights and a piece of tape.

Christmas.

Yes.

My hands were shaking but I made them work enough to get the first part of the strand up. Thankfully having the extra limbs made it easier than it had been doing it at my place. I’d have never been able to get anything done if I’d been wrestling with the lights and my orgasm.

It was desperately trying to escape, but Saint had decided that wasn’t the plan. Every time I got close, he eased back and the pinching gentled or his throbbing tentacle stopped rubbing my prostate. But on the other side, every time I did a good job at putting up the next part of the strands, I got a reward.

“Good boy, my Colby.”

Smack.

He lit up my whole body just flicking one tentacle against the head of my dick again.

“You are making our personal space beautiful.”

Smack.

The thuddy spank against the inside of my thigh made me feel even more helpless, and it sent warm pleasure flooding through me.

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