Page 30 of Tis the Season for Tentacles
Taking a steadying breath, I turn to Felix with the warmest smile I can muster. “Shall we?”
He looks adorably flustered. The thermal suits we’re wearing are quite ridiculous, but I can’t seem to look away from him.
“Oh… uh… right.”
The Glacian driver steps forward and is about to offer Felix a hand into the carriage, but I beat him to it.
Startled, he takes my proffered hand and climbs into the carriage. I quickly follow, my hearts racing.
Even through the thick fabric of our gloves, I could feel the warmth of his touch, and it has left me tingly all over.
When the carriage coachman takes off, I focus on calming my racing thoughts as I strategize how I can extend the olive branch of friendship to Felix.
Chapter Seven
“Tentacles and Torment: Body Swapped”byFeliXFiles
Fandom: “The Tentacular Tales of Captain Starblade” by KirklovesSpock4eva
Tags: Lord Vardox, Captain Starblade, body swap, tentacles, 18+
Part 4.5 ofTentacles and Torment
Starblade didn’t know what the hell he was doing, but his—or rather, Vardox’s—tentacles sure did.
The unruly appendages extended toward Starblade’s naked body on the bed, as if eager to touch his flesh once more.
Starblade was still experiencing a disorienting kind of vertigo as his mind tried to adjust to the fact that he and Vardox had somehow swapped bodies.
“Come now, darling. A lovely orgasm or five will help you relieve that pent-up stress,” Vardox drawled at him, still fingering himself in preparation for sex.
Starblade gulped, feeling his cock harden beneath his cloak.
That did make him wonder. Was Vardox experiencing the same kind of need?
The notion made Starblade feel faint. His real body wouldn’t be able to conceal how much it yearned for Vardox and the pleasures that only he could give Starblade.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
Vardox licked his lips and purred. “That’s the idea, my sweet captain.”
FELIX
Idon’t know what Luna is scheming, but she clearly has something planned because she and the others beat a hasty retreat, leaving me and Najar alone in the second carriage.
Yeah, this won’t be awkward at all…
I was shocked when Najar helped me climb into the contraption. It resembles a cross between an enormous snow sled and a horse-drawn carriage, although this one is pulled by a most unusual creature I can only assume is indigenous to the planet.
Once we start moving, I clear my throat to break the awkward silence and dart a quick glance at my no doubt unwilling companion.
“Sorry you got stuck with me,” I say with a wince. “Not sure what Luna was trying with that move. I had nothing to do with it.”
Najar shifts uncomfortably. “Uh… that…”
Just looking at him, I have to bite my lip so I don’t laugh. These snowsuits—orthermal suits—as they call them, are utterlyridiculous. They keep us plenty warm, which is necessary on this planet. However, the normally imposing Najar looks so goofy in his.
Honestly? It’s kind of cute and helps me relax a little.
