Page 104 of Scrooged for the Holidays
I kneel on the bed, pushing out the tentacles. They slither and glide, reaching out to her, but I halt them before they can touch her naked skin.
Greer grips the sheets tight, her teeth sinking into her lip as anticipation flickers across her face. I grip her ankles in my hands and kiss the soles of each foot. Then I lick and suck up her calf to her open thighs, tasting the sweet traces of her arousal. She trembles beneath my lips then gasps softly, eyes widening.
“You have wings on your back like Kai’s,” she says, voice low and breathy.
I smile. “I do. Remi does as well.”
“Dothey turn into real wings?”
I shake my head. “No, they’re just a marker of what we are.”
“They’re beautiful,” she mutters, and my skin sparks under her praise.
“Thank you. But you can appreciate my wings later.” I suck at the skin of her thigh. “Right now, I want you to tell me: In the books you read, how do the tentacles fuck their willing partners?”
Greer traps her lower lip between her teeth, her aura pulsing around her with the golds, hints of blues, and reds that scream of her passion and arousal. Gray still remains, but it’s become less visible. The image of her aura makes my heart sing, knowing that she’s healing.
“Tentacles can be used in many ways,” she answers, the last of her reply sounding more like a moan as I suck on the sensitive skin behind her knee.
I bring two of the thick coils to her outer thighs and hold them there, letting some of the suckers grip her flesh and pull.
“Oh, wow.” Her hips lift off the bed.
“Good?” I ask.
She nods, so I slide two more shadowed tentacles toward her. The tips tickle the sides of her ribs, and she squirms, the action sending more blood to my already painfully hard cock. I continue to move them, and they glide up until they wrap around her tits, but I don’t squeeze them yet. Greer tries to arch off the bed, seeking more, but I don’t give it to her.
The tentacles on her thighs and my hands on her legs keep her open for me. I kiss the sensitive skin behind her knee while testing the tentacles, teasing her with them. I circle the ones on her breasts repeatedly, using the suckers lightly on her skin while the ones on her thighs grip with deeper suction. Her sweet-as-candy whimpers fill the room, and I make sure Kai and Remi are seeing the way she’s reacting to the new sensations.
Their pleasure tremors through my mind, but no words are said. I kiss the skin of her inner thigh and run my hands up so they brush past the tentacles before I lick upward, tasting thesaltiness of her skin, teasing her until my face is right above her pussy. I inhale her scent like a man in need of a fix as my mouth waters, and I lick my lips. She’s incredibly wet, and the musky yet spicy scent of her has me near feral.
I look up at her from between her legs. The view from here is to die for. Her head is back against the pillow, cheeks flushed and gaze switching between me and the tentacles. I finally tighten the shadows around her breasts, coiling them so they clench around the heavy mounds. She cries out, chest arching forward for more.
The blood rises to the surface of her skin, her breasts turning a flushed red. Her nipples are tight peaks. I place the tips of the tentacles over each tight bud and make them suck, and she thrusts up hard against my hold, hips lifting, bringing her mouth-watering cunt closer to me. As two tentacles pleasure her nipples, the other two pull her legs open wider.
Her weeping pussy blooms like a rose, and I inhale again, this time not holding back from tasting her. I seal my mouth over her clit and suck like the tentacles are doing to her nipples and thighs, the delicious flavor of her coating my tongue.
“Oh, fuck!” she cries. “Yes, Sam, yes!”
I pull back the suction from my mouth and lick around her swollen bundle of nerves. Resting my arm on her lower belly, I spread her sex open so I can get to every part of her. I explore like a man mapping a new land, seeing what she likes best.
I nip at her clit, and her nails dig into my skull. The spark of pain makes my cock twitch against the bed.
“More, please,” she begs.
At her request, I don’t hold back. I flick my tongue over her center, eating and tasting. I don’t let up even as she wiggles and her nails burrow deeper into my scalp.
I add more pressure to the coils on her breasts, her pussy getting wetter the harder I go. Forming another tentacle, I slide it up her inner leg until it reaches her pussy. I replace my tongue with the tip of it, and her body twitches, a whine escapingher throat. While it works her clit, I plunge two fingers into her fluttering channel. Her greedy pussy grips the digits, and I scissor her open over and over, working her until she’s stretched enough for what I’m about to do.
I take the tentacle from her clit, sliding the broad tip of it into her cunt alongside my fingers.
“Oh, fuck!” Greer cries, but she doesn’t tell me to stop.
I return my lips to her pussy, giving it my attention while my fingers and the tentacle work in tandem to fuck her. The obscene wet sound of her arousal is like music to my ears, and I want more of it.
Heat flares from my hand, my grace spilling through my fingertips, and her walls stretch around me. Her body gushes, becoming wetter and needier. It’s the most intoxicating sight I’ve ever witnessed.
“Was that…?” she asks, her voice already hoarse.
