Page 56 of Hollyhocks

“Fitz,” I mewl his name. “Do you want me?”

“So fucking bad, Wildflower. Give me what I need. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything? Only good boys say things like that.” I kiss down his chest, sucking one of his nipples into my mouth. “Are you my good boy, Fitz?”

He tugs down his pants, his fat cock slapping against his stomach. “I’m so good. What do I need to do to prove it to you?”

“Undress me.”

He rips the shirt from my body, then pulls my pants down, and off. His sweatpants are wrapped around his ankles.

In reality too.

I gently lie Fitz down on the couch, smirking when I straddle his face.

“Be a good boy and lick every tentacle. I want to feel your tongue inside me before I ride your cock. I’m so hungry for your come, Doe Eyes. Will you give it to me?”

“Fuck yes, I’ll give you whatever you want, Wildflower. I’ll fucking paint you with my come and lick it off if that’s what you want.”

I gasp, playfully covering my mouth with my hand. “Why would I have you lick it clean?” A tentacle wraps around his throat, tightening until his face turns red. “When you can justspit into my mouth so I can be full of you in more ways than one.” His eyes roll to the back of his head, my tentacles unraveling from his throat.

He gasps, licking his plump lips. His eyes water from being choked and a tear slowly drips from his lower lash line. A tentacle swipes it away from his cheek and I’m able to taste the warmth along with the salt.

Delicious.

My tentacles reach for him, forcing his mouth open. One wraps around his tongue, two others spread his mouth wide, sliding in to feel how wet and warm he is. Those doe eyes roll back again as my suckers massage his tongue.

“Suck,” I order. “Be my good boy and make me come down that throat.”

He palms my ass, using the flesh as leverage to yank me down onto his face.

“I don’t want to smother you,” I groan when he sucks the tip of my tentacle, lavishing it in his spit. He hums, sucking me like I would his cock. “Oh, Fitz. That feels so good. You’re a filthy boy, aren’t you? You love having a monster fuck you.”

He slowly nods, slurping a tentacle down his throat as if I’m a meal he can’t wait to eat.

Back in reality, he is doing the same thing. His hands remain on my ass, gripping me so hard, I’d think he might be awake. The purple shine from his eyes says differently. He licks and sucks like he is conscious too. Now, I’m wondering if my invasion in his mind is working.

It has to be. If he saw me, he’d push me off him so fast.

“Sit down, Wildflower. Smother me with that pretty cunt. I want to feel those suckers on my tongue.” He gives my ass a smack and my tail slithers up his legs.

He spreads his thighs, but I continue up his body, allowing it to push between my pussy and his mouth.

“Watch me, Doe Eyes. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else. Do you understand me?” Curling my tail inward, it glides through my lips becoming soaked in my arousal.

I moan when I press it inside myself. I slap his chest, digging my claws into his pecs. To my surprise, Fitz sucks a tentacle into his mouth again. His fingers find my clit, giving it hard and slow circles.

“Fitz.” I increase the speed of my tail fucking me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Wildflower. Are you going to come for me?”

“No.”

He spanks me again, growling with my tentacle between his lips. The vibrations travel through the suckers, zinging the nerves of my clit.

“Why not?” He releases a tentacle with a soft pop before paying attention to another.

I yank his head back by his hair. “Because I want your tongue deep inside me when I do. I’m going to stain it with my come so every time you speak, everyone will know you’re claimed. That you’re mine. That you belong to me.” My tail slips from my cunt, drenched in my ink, and it glides down Fitz’s cock.

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