Page 27 of My Brother's Alien Match
More come leaked from him and I wrapped one of my narrow tentacles around his small cock, holding it, feeling it pulsing its consistent release. With the pointed tip of my tentacle, I traced the small slit there, gently pressing it within, stretching his cock slightly open.
He made a different kind of noise when I did it, and a thrill coursed through me at the opportunity to fill him in yet another way.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t explore it further than that right now because my body ached for release.
I held still, bracing my hands on the edge of the mattress while my cock undulated faster, licking his insides until I could take it no more.
A groan tore from my throat and I clutched the bed tighter, trying not to thrust into him even deeper as my release flooded his insides. My entire length throbbed with pleasure for so long that I nearly collapsed on top of him.
Instead, I forced my muscles to relax and carefully pulled out of him. Come gushed from his stretched hole as I lifted him, cradling his body until we were both spread out, boneless on his bed, gasping for air.
Robin let out a sigh of what sounded almost like relief.
“Was it too much?” I asked, still catching my breath.
He nodded against my chest.
“But I didn’t want you to ever stop,” he whispered breathlessly.
With my last remaining energy, I wrapped my arms and tentacles around him.
We woke up in the morning sweaty and sticky, something that Robin hated, but I didn’t mind. It reminded me of our passion for each other, and feeling all the remnants of what we had done made my heart soar.
I had Robin properly now. He was all mine.
He never turned me away or wanted me to go. Instead, he went openly into my embrace whenever he could. He sought out my eyes in a crowded room. He reached for me under tables just to hold on and feel me near.
I was living in a dream.
“Come shower,” he said.
I followed him into the small space, laughing with him because there wasn’t enough room for both of us. We made it work though, and Robin insisted on washing all my “hard-to-reach places” for me just like the last time we’d showered together. I had yet to inform him that there were no hard-to-reach places when you had tentacles.
Instead, I enjoyed the attention as he went between them all with soapy hands. When he got to my cock he washedextrathoroughly, just so he could watch my face as I came. I couldn’t help returning the favor afterwards.
When we finally emerged for the day, clean and dressed, Taylor and Neil were lying on the couch in the living room together, quietly chatting.
“Morning,” Taylor called.
“Good morning,” I returned. “How did you sleep?”
Neil sat up at once, openly glaring at both me and Robin.
“How do you think?” he asked.
I didn’t know, that was why I had asked. I was about to say so but Robin’s cheeks were bright red, and I realized what he was saying.
“Ah. We kept you up.”
“Did you ever! You must really know how to use those things.”
He was holding back laughter now and Taylor smacked him playfully.
“Neil,stop.You said you wouldn’t mention it.”
“Oh my god,” Robin said, hiding his face behind his hands. “Let’s just pretend this conversation never happened and move on.”
“No, it’s okay,” Taylor said. “I’m glad you’re finally enjoying yourself. You deserve it.”
