Page 21 of Tis the Season for Tentacles
Starblade gaped as he watched the lewd performance with a mixture of disbelief and mounting desire. Although his consciousness resided in Vardox’s body at the moment, apparently Vardox’s physical attraction to him was hardwired to react to such a display of Starblade’s body.
As he felt his—or rather, Vardox’s—cock harden, he gulped.
“Ahhh!” Vardox cried with delight. “Your body is just as sensitive as I always suspected. How thrilling.” He thrust three fingers into his hole and gave Starblade a challenging stare. “Are you going to fuck me sometime this century, darling?”
FELIX
Ican tell that Najar isn’t as enthusiastic about my proposed plan of maintaining silence regarding the existence of extraterrestrials as the others. Not that I can really blame him.
In almost any other circumstance, there’s no way I’d keep my mouth shut about something as life altering as this. But when it comes to preserving my and my sister’s memories, I’m completely prepared to take this secret to my grave.
Which will hopefully be many, many years from now.
I will, however, take from this experience plenty of new inspiration for my fan fiction endeavors. All things considered, I believe that’s a more than fair trade-off.
After we finish our breakfast, I follow Najar and the others back to the bridge, where Khephren gets to work at his terminal.
“This will be a piece of cake.” The pink alien chortles, his eyes sparkling as his tentacles fly across the controls so fast they’re a blur.
I can’t lie. It’s rather hypnotizing to watch not only his hands but all eight of his additional appendages do their thing. Having extra pseudo-hands certainly comes with advantages.
My eyes wander to Najar again and I find my gaze drawn to his thick, golden tentacles. I wonder what he can do withhisextra appendages…
Najar seems to notice me perving on him and arches a curious eyebrow.
Why am I acting like a horny teenage idiot around this sexy-as-sin alien?
Because he’s even hotter than Lord Vardox, dammit.
I guiltily turn my attention back to Khephren and try to keep my cool. “Khephren’s… skills are rather impressive. He’s so fast I can’t even keep up with his movements.”
Najar nods in understanding and smiles softly. “We’re not all like Kheph. Even among our people, he’s special.”
“Yep. Kheph’s a programming genius,” Luna agrees. “Especially when it comes to anything to do with computers and information systems of any kind.” She flicks one of her long green pigtails over her shoulder. “I’m a genius also, at engineering. I’ll have to let you see me work my magic while you’re here.”
Najar rolls his eyes fondly and quirks his lips at me. “My crewmates are more talented than they are modest.”
I chuckle. His dry sense of humor suits him, and I like it. He clearly cares for his friends, which is a testament to his character in my book.
I grin. “I can see that.”
His answering smile is wry and we share a private moment of total understanding.
Khephren lets out a shout of triumph. “Aha! I have managed to tap into the Wi-Fi system in your sister’s home. Shall we try calling her?”
I blanch. “You were able to do that so easily and so fast. You don’t have aspirations toward invasion, right?”
He gives me an impish grin and waggles his tentacles in the air. “I have a gift. But no, I am not the conquering warrior type. Besides, I love Hallmark movies too much to ever risk losing them.”
“Uh… Hallmark movies?” I ask Najar.
He shakes his head. “Don’t even get him and Luna started on one of their many Earth-related obsessions, please.”
Luna scoffs. “Ignore Najar. He gets kind of grumpy on a regular basis. I’m starting to think it’s hormonal.”
Najar crosses his arms and glares.
Rambo does a little looping dance around the two of them and beeps three times. “How many of themhormonesyou takin’, honey?”
