It was then that I knew without a doubt that, yep,I had a tentacle kink.
“Octavius,” I whimpered against his mouth. “More...”
He chuckled softly. “My sweet, needy little human,” he murmured, and on that last word, I felt a tentacle press inside me, drawing a gasp from my throat. “How could I deny you?”
Another gasp broke free, turning into a shaky exhale as it moved deeper, slowly sliding in and out of me. His suckers pulsed with every motion, sending waves of pleasure through my body so intense I swore I could’ve come right then and there.
But I wasn’t ready yet. No... I needed more. I neededallof him.
“You know,” he said as I felt a second tentacle sliding up near my center, “octopus tentacles can shift. They can mold themselves to fit into even thetightestof spaces,” he said as he pushed his tentacle deeper inside me, causing me to let out a strangled cry. “And even more so, we can shape ourselves to fitperfectly.”He finished as I felt the second tentacle slide deep inside me, and I moaned at the sudden fullness.
His mouth returned to mine, swallowing every broken sound that fell from my lips as his tentacles continued their exquisite torment inside me. His suckers created a slow, pulsingrhythm against my inner walls, and just when I thought I couldn’t possibly take any more, a third slid between us, finding my clit again, circling it with a ruthlessness I hadn’t even realized I needed in that moment, while a fourth joined the others, pushing me further into overwhelming fullness. Between the three tentacles inside me and the one stroking my clit, I wasn’t sure I could take it much longer.
“It’s too much,” I cried, my voice barely my own as the sensation overwhelmed me.
“You can handle it,” he said with a groan as he sped up his motion. “Fuck... that’s it, Kara. Come for me baby. Let me feel you drench my tentacles.”
He moved within me with such intensity, finding that deep, perfect place that made my entire body seize. I bit down on my lip, trying to ground myself through the overwhelming pleasure, but fuck, this was almost too much. And yet, I wanted all of it anyway.
“Right there,” I managed, breathless, and he didn’t falter, maintaining that relentless rhythm. “Oh fuck, Octavius, I... I...”
The words never finished as my climax crashed through me, and with him wrapped not only around me, but alsoinsideof me, I knew he felt every trembling wave of it.
My body shook in the aftermath, my breath ragged as I tasted blood where I had bitten my lip too hard. A tear slipped free from the overstimulation, trailing down my cheek, and one of his free tentacles caught it.
I watched, transfixed, as he brought it slowly to his lips, his tongue tracing along the surface where his tentacle held my tears.
“Now this,” he said, his voice sultry as he tasted, “is a new emotion.” A slow smile touched his lips as he slowly withdrew his tentacles from me, the loss of him almost aching, before he brought them to his mouth as well.
“And this,” he continued, licking the traces from the tips until he had cleaned them, like a man starved, licking every drop from a bowl. Once he had taken every last bit from his tentacles, his voice dropped into something darker. “Fuck baby, this is unforgettable.”
Watching him take me in and savor my taste sent another wave of heat building low in my body, and I knew I wasn’t done yet. I turned my head on the pillow, my gaze meeting his in the dim light before I lowered my lips onto one of the tentacles that had been inside me, swirling my tongue along the tip and down its length, taking as much of him into my mouth as I could.
“Fucking hell,” he moaned as he dropped onto his elbows on the bed, leaving himself open for me to take control.
I let my hands and mouth move together, finding a rhythm as I learned his body the same way he had just learned mine. Another of his tentacles curled loosely around the back of my head, pressing me down to take him deeper. I didn’t resist; instead, I followed, leaning into the movement, giving back everything he had just pulled from me, matching his stamina and wanting him just as much.
I moaned around the tentacle in my mouth, taking him deeper as I remembered what he had said about his tentacles being able to mold themselves to fit perfectly into small spaces. It did just that, filling my mouth completely as the tip brushed the back of my throat. I took him as deep as I could, sliding my mouth up and down histentacle, letting it slip further back with each bob. His tentacle at the back of my head held me in place as I took him as deep as I could in my mouth. Just when I thought I might lose oxygen, he let go of my head and withdrew, as if he knew I needed the brief break, and I panted, catching my breath in short coughs as his hand cradled my face, his thumb brushing along my cheek.
“More?” I asked as my breathing evened out, waiting to see if he would add a second tentacle for me to take.
“No,” he said quickly. “Because if you keep that up, I’m going to come in my pants, and fuck, there’s still so much more I want to explore of you.”
I looked down, only then realizing he was still wearing his pants, though I could see the hardness pressing against the fabric, begging to be set free. ““Well then, take those pants off,” I breathed, my voice growing sultrier now, “and come on me instead.”
It was only in that moment that I fully realized just how different this felt, and how wild I could let myself be when this came from passion instead of obligation. The realization alone made something bloom inside me—a confidence I hadn’t felt in so long—making me feel beautiful and cherished in a way I had almost forgotten.
“You wicked little human,” he grinned as he stood, slowly lowering his pants until he was completely nude in front of me.And damn, he was breathtakingly beautiful.
My eyes dropped, andholy shit!His tentacles were thick, but they were soft, able to mold and move in ways that felt almost fluid... but this?Fuck.He was huge and rock hard, like he was ready to go at this very moment. I couldn’t help the way my jaw dropped at the sight of him,something I only realized when one of his tentacles slipped beneath my chin and gently closed my mouth.
“You look stunned,” he said with a wicked smirk.
I blinked, not sure what to say as my eyes finally lifted to his. “I... I’ve just never seen something quite so... so—” The words failed me, and I knew they always would.
Before I could even try again, he was on top of me once more, his lips crashing down onto mine as I felt his hardness press and slide against my thighs while his body moved against mine in shallow thrusts. But I didn’t want to feel his cock on my legs. No, I fucking needed him inside menow.
“In me,” was all I managed to say, like I had forgotten my entire vocabulary.
