Page 66 of Music of the Ocean

There was a moment of hesitation as the tentacle breached the back of Saxby’s throat, a dry click in the chest that might have been panic, but Indigo stilled, waiting for the signal to continue.

Saxby’s tongue wrapped around the slippery flesh, and he moaned, the vibration traveling up the length of the tentacle, communicating need.

The dual stimulation created feedback loops through their bond. Indigo felt every tremor, every shudder that moved the length of Saxby’s body. The sensations echoed along his own nerves.

The tentacle at Saxby’s cock squeezed a little tighter with every moan, milking him with slow pulses. The one at his mouth began to fuck in earnest, pumping in and out with a rhythm that was patient but relentless.

Indigo alternated the depth, sometimes barely dipping into the mouth, other times plunging to the root, forcing Saxby to hollow his cheeks and gasp for air through his nose.

Indigo’s own arousal grew in kind. His gills fluttered wildly with every push and pull, and his chest heaved against Saxby’s bound hands. He needed to make Saxby come before he lost control of his mating tentacle.

The need to see Saxby undone ratcheted up. Indigo worked the tentacle in Saxby’s mouth faster, twisting and flexing inside the warm wetness while another pumped Saxby’s cock. The tip of it curled around the head and squeezed, milking more beads of precome that floated in the water like opals.

Yet another tentacle snaked into Saxby’s pants and brushed against Saxby’s hole, stroking the tender skin just to see if he could make Saxby’s legs tremble harder.

Chapter Twenty-One – Saxby

SAXBY’S SENSES overloaded. The sensation on his cock was different from anything a hand or mouth could provide. It was firmer and impossibly smooth.

The suckers created little jolts of pleasure that lingered long after they had moved on as Indigo savored every inch of him. His cock throbbed, helpless against the relentless, spiraling grip.

The precome that spilled from the tip only made the slithering contact even slicker, more overwhelming. Saxby’s vision blurred at the edges, a static fuzziness crowding out all thought as his body zeroed in on the foreign pleasure.

He couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. All he could do was arch and gasp as he sought more, even as his body trembled on the verge of overload. Indigo’s grasp around his wrists tightened in response to every spasm, matching his need with an inescapable firmness.

Saxby whimpered, the sound muffled by the tentacle fucking into his mouth. The pressure building at both ends and the sensation of fullness created a circuit of pleasure and submission that looped through his whole body.

Saxby’s tongue flattened against it instinctively, testing the slick surface, but Indigo’s tentacle was eager and insistent. It pushed forward until it met the back of his throat.

Saxby spluttered, the reflex sharp and immediate, but Indigo paused for a heartbeat, giving Saxby a chance to adjust before driving in with renewed certainty, stretching the limits of what Saxby could handle.

And he loved it. Every second of it.

It retreated enough to let him gasp a breath through his nose before it plunged back in deeper. The sensation flirted with his gag reflex, forcing him to swallow around the intrusion.

Saxby’s ears rang with the wet, obscene sounds of his own mouth being used, the slick slide of tentacle against tongue and palate, and the faint but unmistakable moan that vibrated in his chest.

Indigo’s tentacles were everywhere, encircling his wrists, locking his hips in place, holding him motionless so the only thing he could do was take and endure and learn to crave the pressure at the edge of what he could bear.

The helplessness, the total loss of control, flipped every switch he had. There was only the taste, the pressure, the way his own cock throbbed in rhythm with every deepening thrust. He could only take it. He could only submit.

The intensity of a tentacle down his throat, another tight around his cock, of hands immobilized created a circuit of anticipation and denial that bordered on insanity.

Nothing and no one had ever made him feel this way. His skin, hypersensitized by restraint and anticipation, registered every exploratory pass of Indigo’s tentacles. The dual sensation was knot of arousal in his gut grew tighter, threatening to break.

The feedback loop between mouth and cock, between the tentacle’s insistent thrust and the relentless milking, left Saxby teetering on a knife-edge of orgasm. It was too much, and not enough, and the only thing he wanted was to come, to let his body seize up and empty itself in surrender.

Gods, he was right there! Just a bit more and…

The orgasm hit like a wave breaking against a reef. Saxby’s body seized as the tentacle around his cock pulsed in perfect synchrony with his release.

His hips bucked against the restraint, and a strangled, guttural sound escaped around the tentacle still buried in his mouth. The sound vibrated through the water, muffled but unmistakable.

The tentacle at his cock milked him through it, each contraction of the suckers drawing out another pulse of release. The water around his hips clouded briefly, then cleared as the current carried the evidence away.

His thighs trembled, and his bound wrists strained against Indigo’s grip, fingers curling and uncurling in helpless spasms. Indigo’s movements slowed, then the tentacle in Saxby’s mouth withdrew gradually, sliding free with a wet, obscene sound that echoed in the quiet chamber.

It left a trail of viscous fluid across Saxby’s lower lip, which he licked away with a dazed, automatic motion. His chest heaved, gills fluttering rapidly as he struggled to regulate his breathing.