Page 55 of Tis the Season for Tentacles
Najar shakes his head. “It has a self-cleaning filtration system. Nothing to worry about.”
I nod and yawn again, my eyelids so heavy that I’m having difficulty keeping my eyes open.
“Hate to be that guy,” I mumble, “but I do tend to fall asleep pretty quickly after an orgasm. It’s like I let go of all the stress and tension in my body and it knocks me the heck out.”
Still naked, Najar picks me up in his arms and carries me over to the bed.
I let him because I’m tired and embracing my utter shamelessness right now.
He wraps his body around mine and we lie together in the center of the mattress with the fluffy blankets pulled over us.
“Do you always sleep in the nude?” I mumble.
“Not always, but usually when I’m sharing a bed with a partner. My body heat tends to run higher than some species, including humans.”
I snuggle into him with a contented sigh, reveling in his warmth. “Well, I like it,” I say around another yawn. My eyelids are on strike and refusing to stay open now, so I don’t get to see Najar’s reaction.
I’m just drifting off when he says, “Let me try something.”
He clears his throat and says loudly, “Activate room sleep mode.”
“Sleep mode activating,” the dreaded automated voice intones.
I squint open one eye in time to see the lights wink out and blissful silence descend over the room. Pressing into Najar’s warmth, I drift into darkness.
The next thing I know, I’m blinking my eyes open against sunlight streaming through the window in our room.
I try to sit up, but Najar is spooning me from behind and has his arms and four of his tentacles wrapped around me in a firm grip I can’t seem to escape.
Not gonna lie, it’s flattering but less comfortable now that I’m awake.
“Najar,” I whisper. “It’s morning. I want to go check out the window.”
He squint at me and yawns, then he reluctantly untangles his tentacles, one of which he has to yank away to free me.
I bound out of bed and hurry over to the window to witness a veritable winter wonderland outside. Fresh snow sparkles in the sunlight, and I marvel at the sight.
Being from Nevada, I’ve spent most of my life in the Las Vegas area. The only times I ever saw any serious accumulation of snow was when I visited Reno once.
But this is something else entirely. It’s like a picturesque backdrop in a fairy tale.
“Wow,” I say, my breath fogging the window in one spot.
A sleepy Najar comes to stand behind me, wrapping his arms around my midsection while one of his tentacles massages my bed head.
Like I said, multitalented. But I’m beginning to realize all the advantages of having extra appendages.
“Do you think we’ll be able to get back to the ship today?” I ask him.
“Not sure. It looks like there are some machines out plowing the snow now, but it might take a while. The innkeeper will no doubt have more information for us when we go down to breakfast, which we should do soon. We slept later than I anticipated.”
By now, my hair is sticking up all over the place, so I give Najar a flirtatious look of entreaty. “Do we have time to take a shower together?”
His eyes flare with lust. “We shall make time.”
Together, we race one another into the bathroom and get the shower going. The stall is large enough for several people, which means Najar’s tentacles also have a bit more room to move around.
To my amazement, Najar drops to his knees under the hot spray and gets to work on taking care of my morning wood.
