Page 41 of Entranced By the Nakken
“Yes, Nymphaiia, I know.”
That brat. Why’d they make him say it if—oh, fuck. The tentacle that’d departed now squished back in with the lewdest squelch Casey’d ever heard. The coiled appendages pulsed in a clockwise direction deep in his ass, pumping in and out at the same time. The music it made was fucking obscene.
“Watch.”
Casey leaned up on wobbly forearms but couldn’t see the source of the vulgar sounds over his pregnant belly. Tsunis seamlessly maneuvered from their squat to kneel and helped Casey sit with an elongated palm spanning his lower back.
Ever the thoughtful lover, Tsunis slipped a slender tentacle free and wrapped it around the base of Casey’s hard and ready cock, moving it from view.
“Oh, holy—oh, fuck.”
If not for Tsunis’ steadying hand, Casey would’ve collapsed back on the rock.
The spot of their joining was an absolute wreck. Thick, puffy tentacles were smashed against Casey’s rim, his poor hole too stuffed to fit any more, no matter how malleable they were.
The tentacles pulsed rhythmically. With each squish in and out, globs of slick leaked from the edges, even more pouring out from between the appendages, oozing and squelching and making a fucking mess.
The depraved massage had Casey moaning uncontrollably. His hand flew to the roundest part of his lower belly, resting there, and oh fuck, his stomach rippled, a tidal wave of pleasure from the inside out.
A chuckle brought him back to earth, and he opened his eyes to find Tsunis watching him with an ocean of love in their luminescent blue gaze. Casey couldn’t help but return a shaky smirk through another wave of bliss.
“Ready, sweet lily?” Tsunis rasped.
Though he couldn’t possibly guess what he was supposed to be ready for this time, he nodded. Clueless or not, he’d meant it when he’d given Tsunis permission to play. Even if his cock was dying for some attention.
“Don’t forget to breathe,” Tsunis warned.
Um, that was ominous, but Casey was beyond sensibilities. He took a deep breath, mimicking Tsunis as they guided him through another.
Tsunis’ gaze fixated on their locked bodies, and Casey followed their lead.
A large tentacle from the center of the bouquet squeezed its way out from so deep inside his channel it might as well have been in his guts. It slid out with a wriggle, opening a fucking aqueduct in the center of Casey’s asshole while other tentacles held him wide.
Like a fucking tap, the clear, thick, warm liquid sloshed out of Casey’s asshole, coating the tentacles that gaped him.
“Ohhhhhh!” Casey cried out. Under his palm, his tummy rippled, and he moved his hand to watch his skin undulate.
“Very good,” Tsunis praised. Then their tentacle was pushing forward, forcing the slick back inside.
“Tsunis, please. I don’t want to be empty.”
“Hush, my mate,” Tsunis cooed. “It won’t be for long. I will take care of your every need.”
That eased Casey’s mind, and he trusted that Tsunis would fix this burning need building inside him.
“See how your body takes my slick so well?” Tsunis rubbed their free hand over Casey’s swelled belly, lingering on the spots where the skin rippled. Casey watched, enthralled, nodding mindlessly. “You were made for this. Made for me. Your body craves a full pouch. You will bear my eggs just fine. Don’t you see? Can’t you feel it? The way your body needs to be filled in this way?”
“Yes. Yes! I need it. I need it, Tsunis. I need you. Please.”
Tsunis hummed, a sound so melodic it sparked a sense of peace deep within Casey’s soul, in the spot that always knew where to find his mate.
“Remember to breathe.”
Casey breathed in and out, his head drooping forward to watch.
Three tentacles glided out, followed by a surge of viscous fluid.
“Ohhhh, fuck, fu—huu—huck!”
