Page 84 of Shaped to Be Yours

Maybe Iwasa teratophiliac given how sexy I found his leshy form. Even the skull face with hollow pits to house his glowing eyes. Amid his fur and scales were wrappings of the softest branches and vines I had ever felt. Actual trees did not feel like this, soft and pliant and without threat of leaving slivers. If there had been any possibility of that, I doubted I could be as excited.

The more Jason changed, the more of those corded branches were around him, which he slithered off his body and used like extra fingers to undress me the rest of the way. I hadn’t known he could use them so dexterously.

“Do you know why I enjoyed the little show I got to see on the train between Cael and Miles?” Jason grinned.

“Because you’re a perv?”

More vines shot out from Jason’s body to connect with hooks in each corner of the room—when had he addedthose?—as the ones that had undressed me wrapped around my ankles and wrists and thighs and hoisted me from the bed as if I’d been caught in an intricately woven trap. “Because I was imagining it was something I was doing to you,” Jason said, and he also left the bed, climbing and balancing on the vines that suspended me. “And guess what? I have my own tentacles now.”

Oh,fuck yes.

Jason’s face turned serious for a moment, even as one of the tendrils wrapped around my hardening cock. “Not too kinky, right? You trust me?”

“Always,” I said. “And it is just the right amount of kinky, whatever you have planned.” Naked, weightless, bound, and at his mercy, I had never felt so eager for what came next, but I was also glad I didn’t know everything it would entail.

“Good.” The heat returned to Jason’s expression and his glowing amber eyes pulsed brighter. “Because I really,reallythink you’re going to like this.”

“Ah!” Another tendril was already poking at my entrance, with little teasing dips inside me. It wasn’t any thicker than a finger, but knowing how many there were, how deep they could go, made me more feverish imagining where this led.

Jason’s hands had full leave to drag up my chest and thumb my nipples again, while his vines supported us and tilted my hips back until I was folded. The position made me feel so wide, even with only one tendril inside me. Then another started to enter me, prying open my walls with slithering slowness. The one on my cock was twisting like the grip of a hand. There was somuch of Jason around and in me, and yet he could still hold me and kiss me with his forked tongue…

While a third and fourth tendril started to find their way inside me too.

I had seen that adult Monster Match ad. Tentacles writhing across skin, quick flashes of lips stretched as a tentacle filled it, hips being tilted back and thighs spread wide like how I was being positioned now, and more tentacles slithering in and out of a taut hole until...

Oh fuck. Ohplease. I knew what tentacles were capable of and I wanted it all.

“I love you, Ricky,” Jason said, catching me up short from my fantasy, because that somehow made everything that was to come better.

“I love you, Jason.”

He kissed me again with his thick, textured, forked tongue and pressed his tip to where the tentacles were still in me.

Finally, I was with the version of Jason that was really him, the version he had been so afraid to become. And it. Was.

Beautiful.

JASON

Nothing could have compared with knowing who and what I was. To truly know and accept—no—embraceit. Except getting to live out my greatest fantasy with the man I loved, and to have him love me back.

Kissing Ricky, just as I entered him through the wider expanse I’d prepared with my tentacles—which I kept inside him to keep stretching him for my knot—was everything.

I was holding every part of him with different parts of me, and it was all me, every branch and vine. Every tuft of fur or scale. Every bit of bone. Every flower that bloomed on my antlers. It was me. And I could feel the slide of my tentacles in and out of him just as incredibly as it felt to have my cock inside him too.

I was a monster so attuned tolifethat part of me could even understand Ricky without the need for words.Fill me, his expression said like an echo in my mind when our eyes locked.Hold me and have me and keep me until I burst.

I will, I conveyed back to him.

I would forever if he let me.

“Ohhh…” Ricky clenched around me as my knot popped in, more easily every time that we did this, but we’d never done it with the added stretch of vine-like fingers. “H-how… am I taking so much of you?”

It was so hot hearing him say that, knowing an impossible amount of me was in him, yet he could still take it. I thought maybe it was because my true form was meant to bring calm and balance, easing the way even when what came next might seem like too much.

Not bad of an identity to embrace in the end.

I felt the experience through every part of me too, and in such strange ways. Ricky writhing against his bindings and pulling them tauter was like the stroke of a hand somewhere extra sensitive—the inner thigh, just behind my ear. I could feel Ricky’s heartbeat matching mine too. Hear it and feel it. I could feel the flutter of wind outside the house, because my tentacles anchored us to the walls. I felt connected to so much, but nothing,nothingcompared to being connected to Ricky.

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