Page 54 of Tis the Season for Tentacles
Vardox reached between his legs to take a firm hold of the tentacle in his ass and began forcing it to do exactly what he wanted.
I’m royally screwed, aren’t I?Starblade thought to himself.
FELIX
When Najar’s tentacle makes contact with my prostate, I think I start to believe in heaven just a little.
The way his skilled appendage repeatedly rubs and presses against that ultra-sensitive gland has me seeing stars. I’m already ridiculously close to coming at that point, and I’m thoroughly overwhelmed by Najar’s attentions. He’s also talented enough that he doesn’t let up on stroking our cocks together while his tentacle fucks me. With his pleasure nodules vibrating against my dick and his talented tentacle in my ass, I don’t have a hope in hell of lasting very long.
Moments later, I end up coming with such intense force that I worry I might pass out for a moment.
Yep, heaven exists and it’s called tentacle sex with Najar.
He is quick to follow suit, reaching his climax with a loud moan of pleasure.
I collapse into his arms as we both come down from what was, for me, quite possibly the best sex of my life.
Naturally, that’s when I have a post-orgasm moment of crystal clear understanding.
Najar and his talented tentacle have probably ruined me for every human man now.
But I don’t regret it.
Even if I only have this short time with him, I’ll remember it for the rest of my life. And I damn well intend to make the most that I can of every moment!
Oh so gently, his tentacle removes itself from my channel, and I shiver at the way I’m still throbbing and deliciously sensitive from his fucking.
I fantasized about tentacle sex a lot before actually experiencing it.
Far too much, perhaps, but basically ever since I started readingThe Tentacular Tales of Captain Starblade.
But the real thing is sooo much better than anything I’ve ever fantasized about.
Although, I will admit, I’m now tempted to know what Najar’s cock feels like inside me too. Those pleasure nodules are amazing. I hope I get a chance to experience them against my prostate very soon.
But I’m not in my twenties anymore, and I’m unlikely to be able to go for another round tonight.
In the pleasantly hot water bubbling around us, Najar kneads and strokes my back until I feel like I might turn into a puddle of relaxed goo. This guy is seriously multitalented. I can’t help but be curious as to why he hasn’t been snatched up already.
I’m rather embarrassed when I let out a loud yawn.
“Sorry,” I mumble against Najar’s firm, muscular chest.
He leans down and kisses my forehead with a chuckle. “It’s been a long day and you’ve been through a lot. Why don’t we dry off and get some sleep?”
I peer over at the bed warily. “Not sure I trust that piece of furniture.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be in bed with you, and we’ll make sure not to touch any buttons.”
I hold up my hand and extend my pinky. “Swear?”
But rather than giving me his pinky, the slender tip of one of his tentacles gently wraps around my digit and shakes.
I swear. Damn the man, but he just keeps getting sexier. And I love the fact that he’s alreadyverycomfortable using his tentacles with me. It’s good because I want so much more!
He helps me out of the hot tub and we towel off together.
“Uh, do we need to clean the tub?” I ask. “We probably made a bit of a mess in there.”
