Page 5 of Snowed in: With the Alien Tentacle Monster

Logan's vision blurred. He was close, so close...

Another firm tentacle wrapped itself around his cock as Valen continued to fuck him. It stroked once from base to tip, and Logan lost it completely. His orgasm ripped through him like a storm, sending shockwaves of pleasure crashing through him. His body convulsed, clenching around Valen's tentacles, milking them as he rode out his release.

Valen shot his own sweet load deep inside, coating Logan's insides in hot fluid. Logan groaned as the tentacle monster's seed flooded his body, triggering another smaller wave of bliss. His limbs trembled uncontrollably. His mind reeled. Everything seemed fuzzy and distant except for the feeling of Valen claiming him, owning him utterly as they both shuddered together.

Mine, mate, yes, perfect.

Logan's eyes fluttered shut. Exhaustion swept over him in a warm tide, pulling him under until he slipped into unconsciousness surrounded by Valen's embrace.

CHAPTER 2

Sunlight filteredthrough strange transparent barriers, casting unfamiliar patterns across Valen's azure skin. He hovered near the sleeping form of his mate, his tentacles instinctively reaching out before he caught himself and pulled back.

Stars above, what had he done?

The previous night's memories flooded his mind. The crash landing. The overwhelming mating heat. Finding Logan and... claiming him without proper courtship, without explanations, withoutpermission.

This was not how a prince of the Nexa was supposed to behave. He'd been traveling to the Andromeda system to participate in a carefully arranged mating ceremony with a noble from the Crystalline Empire. Instead, his pod had malfunctioned, drawn off course by some failing of the system.

Valen's smaller tentacles twisted with anxiety as he observed the primitive dwelling. Wooden walls. Cloth coverings. Crude metal implements. This wasn't even a space-faring civilization. How could he explain to his family that he'd claimed a mate from an underdeveloped world?

Logan stirred in his sleep, and the sight of him tugged at all of Valen's three hearts. The mating bond thrummed between them, already strong despite its hasty formation. Through it, he could sense Logan's contentment, his peaceful dreams.

At least until he woke up and realized this wasn't some strange dream.

How would Valen explain? He'd picked up some of Logan's language during their... coupling... but not nearly enough to explain the complexity of their situation.

How could he tell this beautiful, unsuspecting creature what had really happened last night? That he was now bound to an alien prince?

A soft groan drew Valen's attention. Logan's eyelids fluttered, consciousness seeping back slowly. Valen held perfectly still, not wanting to spook his mate.

For a moment as he woke, Logan just stared at the ceiling, and Valen could sense the fog of sleep lifting through their newfound connection. Then Logan turned his head.

The peaceful morning spell shattered.

Logan jerked upright, pulling the blanket with him. His eyes went wide, mouth opening in a silent gasp as he took in Valen's form in the daylight.

Did it not please him?

How strange.

It was instinct for Valen to assume the form his mate desired during their mating session. He reached out, one tentacle extending toward Logan's bare shoulder.Don't fear, he tried to project through their connection.I would never harm you.

Logan flinched back, his breathing quick and shallow. "You... you're really..." His voice trailed off as he stared at Valen's tentacles. "You're really not human."

"Not human," Valen mouthed, trying to sound out the words. They felt strange, but Logan nodded.

Did Logan want him to be human, then?

Through their mental connection, Valen reached out, trying to understand what form would please his mate. Images flickered through Logan's mind, memories of desire, of passion, of love. Valen latched onto them, letting his form collapse back into pure energy so he could shift.

His fluid, hazy body solidified into muscle and bone, taking shape according to Logan's deepest longings. Dark hair sprouted from his head, falling just so across his forehead. Full lips. Strong jaw. Gentle eyes that crinkled at the corners when?—

A choked sound escaped Logan's throat. All color drained from his face as he scrambled backward, nearly falling off the bed. "No," he whispered, voice raw. "God, no. Don’t… Don't do that."

Valen froze, confusion rippling through him. Had he not perfectly recreated the form he'd found in Logan's memories? The one that sparked such powerful emotions?

The emotions he sensed in Logan now were powerful as well, but not positive. He caught fragments of anguish so intense it made his hearts stutter. Loss. Grief. A void so deep it threatened to swallow them both. The emotions crashed through their bond before Logan slammed his mental walls up, cutting off the connection so abruptly it left Valen reeling.

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