Madelyn is stroking my erection. Stroking it and moaning in unison with me as I nudge her swimsuit aside and sink my finger into the soft plumpness of her outer lips, and then into the pink, juicy center. With a gasp, she bucks down and sheathes my finger inside of her, letting me feel how slick and silky she is, how hot she is.
How magical her muscles are. “My God. Fuck, Madelyn... So tight,” I hiss, eyes closed as her thumb and fingers squeeze just under my tip, and then pull firmly back and forth against my ridges, making me see stars.
“Inside is good, outside is better. Here,” Madelyn mewls, eyes closed, head leaning forward on my shoulder. Her fingers press mine into her hard bead, and I immediately place a tentacle there, letting one of the larger suckers latch onto it.
Madelyn’s eyes pop open with a shrill noise that goes from alarmed to aroused in seconds. “Oh, Mercer! Ohh. That’s amazing,” she murmurs.
“That’s what tentacles are for. To delight and amaze. You should see what else they can do,” I tempt.
“Wh-what?”
“When you’re ready to explore more,” I have a hard time keeping my own voice steady, “they’ll feel good inside of you.” To prove my point, I let the tip of one replace my finger where it burrows inside, and my suckers greedily cling to the soft pink skin of her sheath. “They’re more flexible, and they can fill you as deeply as you want. There are also more than one, so... So they can all please you at once.”
Madelyn gives a ragged moan, and her free hand comes to her crotch, holding my tentacle inside of her. I almost come on the spot with the realization that she wants me inside of her. I swap roles, my fingers now circling steadily on her clit. “If you want to be fuller... They can go inside with my cock,” I whisper.
Madelyn whimpers and nods, bouncing on me now.
“Oh, my love. You like that? They’re all for you. Just tell me where you want them.” My voice is pitched with excitement, and I use one tentacle to wrap around my cock and her hand, pumping us faster.
“Two inside. At once?” Her voice is broken and raspy as her pussy contracts around my squirming, burrowing tentacle.
“In every hole. Mouth. Pussy.” I wait, uncertain, and then decide to let one tentacle’s tip gently stroke between her cheeks. “Here, if you want. As much or as little as you want. Hard or gentle. It’s always about what you want.”
“I want... I want you, Mercer. I want to try all those things if you want me.”
“Love, my love, of course I do,” I say desperately, hips losing control and shimmying against her in desperation.
“Rub against me. I’m so close. I’m so close,” Madelyn’s eyes are closed, and her voice is a soft wail.
My cock head finds her nub while my tentacle starts to thrust into her softness. I rub against her hard clit, watching her bite her lip and smother her scream of completion. Her hungry little slit throbs on my tentacle, and it feels like she’s fucking me in perfect pulses. I can’t imagine what it’ll feel like when my cock is buried inside of her, stretching her to the brim.
My seed shoots out and up, making a creamy drizzle in the water and across the crotch and belly of her black suit.
“Wow,” I gasp, all of my tentacles and muscles suddenly collapsing under the weight of orgasm.
“Uh-huh.” Madelyn nods, wide-eyed.
I grab her up and kiss her, one longing, desperate kiss that I hope conveys a thousand words.
That was perfect. I love you. I want to do that again, only more, and better, and oh, just everything.
You’re mine, can’t you see?
But all I say is, “That should work up an appetite, right?”
Madelyn giggles. “And I might need a nap.”
“Well, maybe after I put Zack to bed sometime, I can put you to bed, too?”
Madelyn licks her lips. “Tomorrow night might be nice if you’re not busy?”
“All my time is yours.”
Chapter Eleven: Madelyn
I had semi-half-clothed kinda-sex with Mercer.
And it was awesome.
