Page 24 of Snowed in: With the Alien Tentacle Monster

Because that was exactly what Logan craved, deep down. To be teased and toyed with, to be driven mad with passion and pleasure. To be made to come so hard he forgot his own name.

To have the loneliness chased away by Valen's presence in his mind and body alike.

As if in reply, Valen tightened his hold on Logan just a little more, enough that Logan could feel the strength in those tentacles but not enough to hurt. Just enough to drive home the point that he was completely helpless in the face of Valen's alien desires—and his own.

Logan moaned, squirming a little just to feel those powerful coils squeeze around him, holding him steady. "You like that?" Valen murmured. He brushed his tentacle against Logan's lips, painting them with a shimmering trail of nectar before slipping it into his mouth.

The sweet taste filled his senses. There was some apprehension in the back of his mind, because he knew now what the stuff did to him, but he didn't need to be apprehensive now, did he?

Valen would take care of him.

The tentacle slipped deeper into his mouth and Logan relaxed around it. It felt strangely comforting, the way it stroked the roof of his mouth, the back of his throat, exploring gently. He could feel Valen's pleasure at his surrender through their shared connection.

Two smaller tentacles moved up Logan's thighs, caressing them lightly. They slid higher, stroking his ass and then his balls, playing with them teasingly. One wrapped firmly around his erection, pumping slowly.

Logan moaned around the tentacle still in his mouth, hips jerking instinctively to fuck that tight grip. The other tentacles tightened around him again, preventing further movement. He whimpered, struggling uselessly. His entire body burned with need.

Valen withdrew the tentacle from his mouth and Logan missed it instantly, needing it back. Valen chuckled and slipped two tentacles into Logan's mouth this time, sliding them along Logan's tongue, slowly fucking his mouth, stretching Logan's jaw wide.

"Is this what you want me to do to your hole?" Valen asked. "Stretch it open with my tentacles until you can hardly take any more?"

Logan couldn't speak around the appendages in his mouth, so he just whined his agreement instead, hoping that Valen would read how much he wanted to be stretched to his limits—and beyond.

His whole body ached with the lust that image stirred in him as Valen's tentacles continued to torment him, fucking hismouth, teasing his cock, caressing his skin, spreading his ass cheeks to expose his vulnerable hole, but never actually touching it. Logan's moans turned frantic.

He felt the brush of a slick tentacle against his entrance and cried out, arching against the hold on him, trying to force Valen to give him what he craved so badly.

But Valen didn't let him, holding firm until Logan finally relaxed in defeat once again, whimpering with frustration and the overwhelming sense of pleasure that washed over him at being owned so completely.

Valen's thoughts hummed with warm praise for him. "So perfect like this," he murmured aloud, his tone low and hungry. "My mate."

Then the tentacle was pressing against his opening again and this time, it breached him. Logan moaned loudly as the thin appendage slid inside his passage. It wasn't one of the bigger ones, but it was flexible enough to twist inside of him, rubbing its suction cups against Logan's prostate.

Logan shuddered violently at the sensation, pleasure shooting through him like lightning. He would have come right there if the tentacle around his cock hadn't tightened to prevent it.

Valen held still inside of him until Logan's trembling eased. Then he withdrew just far enough to add a second tentacle, twisting both of them deeper into Logan's body.

Logan writhed at this new intrusion, feeling deliciously full even as his greedy hole begged for more. He needed to be taken apart by those thick tentacles, to be stuffed full and fucked senseless.

Valen seemed to read his mind because a third slim tentacle pushed in alongside the other two, stretching Logan wider. He cried out around the two tentacles filling his mouth.

A thicker appendage wrapped around his waist as if to hold him more securely. It pressed against the small of his back, its suckers massaging the muscles there, easing the tension in Logan's body even as his hole clenched around the invading tentacles.

"Relax," Valen said softly, stroking Logan's skin with a free tentacle. "I've got you."

Logan forced himself to exhale and relax, willing his body to open up to Valen.

As soon as he did, another of the slim tentacles slid into him, pushing past the initial resistance of his sphincter.

The pressure on his insides was incredible, the fullness nearly unbearable, even though all of the tentacles were thin by themselves. There was something about having so many of them in him that made Logan's head go fuzzy.

Valen held him steady, stroking his sides gently, sending soothing thoughts across their connection. "You're doing well," Valen praised. "Just breathe."

The words were difficult to obey, but somehow he managed it, taking deep breaths through his nose. Except then the tentacles that held his ankles spread his legs farther apart, and he sank down, allowing the tentacles inside him deeper than any cock had ever gone before.

At the same time, the tentacles in his mouth slid down his throat, stealing his ability to think, to do anything but shudder at the image he must present, filled from both ends.

His cock throbbed pitifully.

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