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Both.

Somehow it was definitely both and it just got even more perfect as he used the tips of other tentacles to stroke over me. “Yes, good boy. Relax and submit. I will give you what is necessary to your happiness, my Colby.”

His.

I was his Colby, and at some point, I’d have to admit that he was necessary for my happiness.

Chapter 8

Colby

“Your responses are clear, my Colby. Good boy.” Saint ran the tip of one tentacle gently down my face as the rest of his body did other incredible things to mine. “Focus on your pleasure and submission. It is something your body needs, my human. Submit and I will reward you.”

Part of my brain perked up at the promise of a surprise.

Part of my brain wanted to do as we were told and just submit as much as possible.

Other random bits tried to pop up as well, but my brain, my desire, and my dick were in enough agreement to drown out the rest.

We submitted.

My brain went quiet.

My desire burned bright.

My dick did it’s best to get even harder.

Whatever Saint felt from me had him making happy sounds like I’d been the best sub ever. It also seemed to get me my reward because his limbs twisted me around, and before I could register what was happening, I was ass up, being sounded again and kept immobile.

Adding the spice of a tiny bit of embarrassment only made everything better, but nothing compared to the first thud of his tentacle across my ass.

I knew my body jolted and it tried to move, my brain agreed with that, but nothing actually moved.

It was weird as fuck.

And obviously really hot because Saint did it again, sending thuddy pleasure through my very stuck body.

Yep, weird and wonderful.

Spank.

Fuck.

Twirly caress around my cock like I was his ice cream cone.

Spank.

Fuck.

Stroke.

The firm, heavy way his limb landed on me somehow kept it from ever being too much or too sharp like some spankings could feel. It was the perfect weight to send waves of pleasure through me and it made my brain unable to forget how helpless I was.

Best. Spanking. Ever.

When one thud finally sent a wave of pleasure too big to hold back through me, he slipped his tentacle out of my dick and my orgasm crashed over me. A distant part of me realized I was crying out and shaking, but it didn’t feel real.

It kept getting further away until everything faded and all I could feel was Saint wrapped around me. He stayed just like thatuntil the world started coming back into focus like headphones slowly getting louder.

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