Page 85 of Shaped to Be Yours

I thrust, swinging us on our tentacle swing above the bed.

“We should do this in the trees sometime,” I said and licked up Ricky’s throat.

Then I latched my fangs there, enough to mark him like I had countless times before, making him shudder. I shuddered too.

Each swing of the tentacles brought my knot deeper inside him. His eyelids kept fluttering, enough that I thought he’d transcended some blissed-out state he wouldn’t recover from until he came. But he surprised me, because when I traced my claws over his lips, he darted out his tongue and sucked one of my fingers into his mouth.

Ricky’s dark eyes met mine with a widening blackness of his pupils, as he sucked, and I thrust, and the narrow tentacles I still had inside him climbed deeper and deeper. He thought he could outdo me, huh? But I had another trick.

I was basically a tentacle too.

Arching my back up, I contorted myself as easily as if I was another of my vines. While Ricky sucked my finger, I unwound the tentacle that had been leisurely stroking him and sucked his cock down my throat.

“Mmffph!” Ricky sucked my finger harder, pumping his hips into the suction from me.

The vines I had wrapped all around him moved almost independently, not only as we swung, but twisting over his body. More wrapped around him so some were taut across his nipples, rubbing them pert. One tentacle lifted to his mouth, catching and wiping at the drool escaping from his finger fellating.

Even with my eyes down as I swallowed his tip and licked my forked tongue up his underside, I could still see it all, as if every part of me that touched him was another set of eyes. The vines always around my own body seemed to be twisting too, rubbing me to over-sensation and making me suck and thrust harder too until—

Ricky came, hips stuttering and insides clenching tighter around me.

Tootightly. I extracted the tentacles but thrust in deeper beyond my knot as I swallowed his earthy come, moving harder, faster, fervently to finally—

“Mmmm!” Ricky’s next moan was more like a humming whine around my finger, still gently sucking and tonguing its claw, as he surrendered to the heat of my release.

It was more than I ever could have imagined I wanted. A year ago, I could have done without the monster bits, but today, I wouldn’t have changed a thing. Ricky’s flushed cheeks and trembling lips seemed to say the same without saying a word when I pulled my finger from between them.

The best part—well, best part of the afterglow—was being able to cocoon Ricky in my tentacles and slowly lower us to the bed without having to pull my knot free until it shrunk enough to slip out with ease.

I returned two of my tentacles to the gaping mess I’d left of Ricky’s hole and massaged his tenderized walls with soothing gyrations.

“Mm… okay, keep doing that, and I’m going to get hard again,” Ricky warned.

“How to tell me tonotstop doing something.”

He laughed.

I listened though, slowing their motion little by little before pulling them free. Only some of what I’d released in him spilled out. I absorbed most of it now, which was weird but handy.

Once we were more comfortably lying on the bed, I let myself return to being human, so it was easier to hold Ricky in my arms, no tentacles necessary—for now. He nestled in my hold as contentedly as he had accepted everything else.

“What are we going to do with the rest of the afternoon?” Ricky asked.

“Well, there was something I had planned that might take a while to convince you to agree to.”

“What…?”

Maybe it was a bit dickish, but I was seriously eating up how freaked Ricky looked.

“You’vealldone this?” he asked.

We were upstairs in the living room, with Ricky sitting in the crook of the L-shape, legs extended, so once he passed out—and he would—he’d already be lying down.

Because he was going to get his first taste of hearing Cael speak. Being able to see Cael would take longer.

I’d actually known Cael and the others were coming to town but leaving it as a surprise for Ricky had been too good to resist. Now that we understood the natural portal better, Cael had felt okay coming to visit, though he still planned to stay away from the woods, just in case.

Anyone could look at Cael if he allowed himself to be seen but looking him in the eyes was the dangerous part. It took time, patience, and acceptance to eventually be able to look at him without any trouble—without the madness of the Void creeping in, whatever that meant.

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