Page 23 of Entranced By the Nakken
“Oh, fuck,” Casey whimpered as another heady shot of cum landed on Tsunis’ chest. The damn brat practically cackled then closed their lips over his sensitive head.
Casey jerked, stilled, then to his utter shock, his cock valiantly spurted one more shot of cum to coat Tsunis’ tonsils.
“Delicious,” Tsunis moaned.
Casey fell sideways. He could fall asleep right here at the bottom of the river, but he didn’t want to close his eyes and miss the absolute vision Tsunis made, covered in his come and playing with it like it was the gift of a lifetime.
“You’re incredible,” Casey panted. Tsunis met his gaze, fingers deep in their own mouth. Casey propped onto his elbow and gently tugged their earfin, grinning at the way their eyes fluttered, their hips starting that slow roll. “My turn, brat. Let me taste you.”
A flicker of something crossed Tsunis’ features, but they swallowed and pulled out two clean fingers with a pop. “Are you sure?”
“Shut up and sit on my fucking face. Now.”
Casey growled and took Tsunis by the waist, toppling them onto his face. It was the only way this was going to happen, since his arms and legs were made of jelly from that impossible orgasm.
The budding flower of tentacles wriggled like it was happy to see him. Casey had to admit he was in way over his head. But he was so fucking gone for Tsunis, he was all in.
“Show me what to do.” He held out his hand, poised toward their tentacles. Sticky, clear globs oozed from the middle, pushed out by tentacles that immediately retreated. Altogether, the mass looked about eight inches from tip to base, but if the bulbous part near the base straightened out, it would be much longer. The number of tentacles was unclear, but they were all slick with fluid and looking as feisty as the creature they belonged to.
“You don’t have to do this.”
Goddamn, they sounded so soft and uncertain. It pissed Casey the fuck off. Hadn’t he told them already?
As patiently as possible, Casey repeated himself. “You’re right, I don’t. I want to. So, unlessyoudon’t want me to, stop being a brat and tell me how to please you.”
“I’m not a brat. I’m a Glacisian warrior.”
Casey rolled his eyes. “The two are not mutually exclusive.”
Tsunis growled. Casey grinned. He’d won. The Tsunis he was used to made a grand appearance, taking Casey’s hands and guiding them to the fat bulb at the base. With soft strokes, Tsunis guided him. Together they separated the tentacles and stroked them, teasing the suction cups with fleeting touches.
“This is all I know,” Tsunis stated after a few moments of stroking individual tentacles. “I’ve never been with another nakken in this way.” Their cheeks darkened when Casey glanced up at them in surprise. “Most prefer to do things…more quickly. Especially in an egging cycle.”
“You mean you’ve never done foreplay before.” Tsunis scrunched their nose. They were so flushed, Casey took pity on them. “All right, I have an idea, if it sounds okay to you.”
“Hmm?”
Casey continued stroking individual tentacles after they removed their hand.
“I’ll explore, and you tell me what feels good, and what doesn’t. Sound good?” Casey ghosted his fingertip over the shell of a sucker, watching as it clenched over nothing in his wake. When Tsunis moaned but didn’t answer him, Casey clucked his tongue. “This only works if you use your words, brat.”
Tsunis’ response was half-moan, half-growl, their eyes slitting open enough to glare down at him. “You realize I could squeeze the life out of you with my thighs? I’m much stronger than you, human.”
“Fuck, I know, and it’s one of the things I find so damn sexy about you, brat.” He teased the tentacle in his left hand the same as he’d done to the other. “So?”
“Fine,” Tsunis huffed. Casey chided them with another cluck of his tongue. “Yes. I agree to your terms.”
“Very good. Hands on the stone.”
Tsunis did as he indicated, planting their palms on the stone above Casey’s head, peering down between their straightened arms to watch. Casey rewarded them by coaxing another tentacle out of its hiding spot in the cluster as they’d shown him. A rush of slickness poured from the seam as it came apart, and Casey stuck out his tongue for a taste.
Tsunis tasted like they smelled, like spring, like the fresh air after a rainstorm with a crackle of lightning that split Casey straight down the middle. He moaned and slurped the tentacle into his mouth, sucking and licking along the cups. Tsunis’ hips rocked forward. Casey palmed their ass with his left hand, encouraging them, and used his right to explore, teasing the strands of tentacles that remained clustered.
He dropped back to search Tsunis’ face, smirking when he found it slack with pleasure. A tentacle wrapped around his wrist, its suckers peppering his skin with needy kisses.
“I knew you were greedy,” Casey admonished.
“Around you, I don’t recognize myself,” Tsunis admitted breathlessly. “I’ve never wanted to fuck my clutch down someone’s throat, but I’m close to begging you to let me, despite being off my cycle.”
