5. Chapter 5 #2
“No, I mean…” Daren lifted his hand out of the water and rubbed his fingers together to show Lilo what he meant.
“Ah. Yes.” Lilo smiled wider, fangs glistening in the colored glimmer of light.
The tentacle at Daren’s hole retreated, slithered between them to gather some of the substance from Lilo’s cock, and then it returned, nudging Daren now with a much easier intrusion.
“Yeah…” Daren said as it entered him, dropping his head back, relaxed by not having to hold any of his own weight.
The tentacles were thinner at their tips than Lilo’s cock and more gradual with how they widened.
It almost felt like a lube-slicked finger, but it could go so much deeper.
And the suckers, the delicate protrusions that were also sensitive to touch for Lilo’s pleasure, were a marvelously tenderizing texture along Daren’s walls.
Another tentacle returned Daren’s hand to Lilo’s length, and he chuckled in apology, continuing his own rhythmic stroking.
“Daren speak, um… pain? Hurt?”
“It’s good,” Daren promised, breaking off into a low moan. “Really good. I’ll tell you if it isn’t.”
He had never been stroked and stretched and suspended all at once, and it felt so freeing. He loved the feeling of Lilo in his hand too, a little envious of its natural lubricant. He did have his own, but not that could withstand water this well. What bubbled at his tip was quickly washed away.
Lilo seemed to understand, ever perceptive, and paused their mutual stroking to gather lubricant with the tentacle stroking Daren too. When it returned to coil around Daren’s cock, the slickness he had been missing felt incredible.
“Yes… oh yes…”
The tentacle inside Daren was twisting and pressing remarkably deep. Lilo’s cock wouldn’t reach that deep, but it was comfortable with the thin end of the tentacle, further relaxing him and easing the stretch.
Another tentacle began to prod at Daren’s hole to widen him further.
“Oh fuck…”
“Good?”
“Yeah, yeah… so good, Lilo. Amazing.”
“Daren amazing. Daren beautiful.” Lilo captured Daren’s lips again, and Daren was so lost in the haze of tentacles inside him and around him, and feeling Lilo grow even thicker and harder in his hand, that he could only lazily open his mouth and let Lilo control the kiss.
It was nice giving everything over to another, having to do nothing more than slowly move his tongue and hand, while absolutely blissed out from how the pleasure was increasing.
The second tentacle made the stretch feel like more than two fingers would have, because they could move so independently, not limited by being part of a hand.
It should have been too much, but they were moving deeper in and out of him in opposing rhythm, stretching, and stretching with each oscillation.
Whatever burn Daren had felt was eased by the way the tentacles massaged his insides, and soon he was barely able to think.
The warm water around him made it even better.
Lilo’s kiss moved down Daren’s jaw, and when he got to his neck, he grazed the points of his fangs like marking his skin, but so gentle about it. Daren couldn’t have believed those teeth could be gentle. It made him shiver and arch back, almost dipping his head into the water.
A third tentacle teased at Daren’s stuffed hole.
“Lilo.” Daren squeezed Lilo at his base and slowly pulled on him to his tip. “I want you now. I want you.”
“Yes. Now.”
A slight chill struck Daren as he was lifted partially out of the water. The cave was still warm from the hot spring, but the sudden feeling of air brought him to alertness, and he marveled at how Lilo wasn’t even using his hands to lift him—it was all tentacles.
Lilo kept his hands free to touch Daren, down his chest with one reverent caress, and up behind his neck with the other, while the tentacles maneuvered Daren into position.
As the ones inside Daren slid free, he mourned the loss of them, but they were quickly replaced by the much slicker and hotter length of Lilo filling him.
Daren’s cry echoed through the cavern. This stretch was different. It started similarly but Lilo’s base was so thick. If Daren had gotten a clearer look at it, he might have lost his nerve, and feared he still might after feeling it enter him.
“Daren good… feel so good,” Lilo’s two-toned voice praised him, as tentacles spread Daren’s legs wider and cradled him tenderly.
Daren could do this. He could take it.
Fuck, he wanted to take all of it, especially with the added firmness of Lilo’s ridges compared to the soft suckers of his tentacles.
“Lilo…” he whined, succumbing to the stretch and burn and final breach into oblivion. He felt so full, like he might burst apart, yet the substance that coated Lilo edged away the ache until Daren was a lump of tingling bliss.
The first backstroke didn’t require hands or hips, because again, the tentacles had Daren and moved his whole body in synchronized motion to fuck him on Lilo’s thick, textured cock.
If Daren had drowned out here a month ago and this was a death knell fever dream, he would happily sink to the very bottom of the ocean and never surface.
“Daren… Daren…” Lilo moaned just as wantonly, running his hands all over Daren as the tentacles held and rocked him, then he licked up Daren’s throat with his velvety tongue.
He grazed his sharp teeth over the skin again, right across Daren’s Adam’s apple, and Daren positively melted.
He couldn’t have escaped if he’d wanted to, surrounded, ravaged, and helpless to do anything but take it.
He could have sobbed from how incredible it felt.
He started to, tears filling his eyes from the sheer ecstasy coursing through him, as he looked around at the glittering cave walls and ceiling that were even more luminous because of Lilo.
And there, on a jutting of rock like natural shelving, were the items Daren had gifted Lilo.
There was more, tons of things hidden in little nooks, quite literally like the Little Mermaid’s sanctuary, which explained where Lilo had gotten so many treasures, but the ones from Daren were on a shelf of honor, higher and more prominently displayed than the rest.
Lilo's cock had found Daren's prostate, and it was pounding, pounding, pounding against it with its textured protrusions like a ridged toy, only Lilo was better than any manufactured fantasy, because he was real. He was here. And he was fucking Daren like no man could.
Daren came, hard and blinding and brilliant. He didn’t even think it was the tentacle stroking him that had pushed him over the edge, but the act of relinquishing control so completely, he felt peace in the aftermath as much as pleasure.
“Yes, yes…” Lilo stroked him through his aftershocks, and in the moment before he came too, he coiled his tentacles that much tighter around Daren, like he never wanted to let him go again.
The feeling of Lilo coming inside of Daren almost made him come again himself, there was so much of it, and it was so warm—definitely from a warm-blooded creature.
Lilo was also warm-hearted, and he had just given Daren the best sex of his life.
The slow sink back into the water was like easing into a bath, instantly soothing the parts of Daren he hadn’t thought would be sore.
His legs protested returning to a normal position after being so widely spread, but between the hot spring, the continued caresses of tentacles, and Lilo’s arms wrapping around Daren’s neck to pull him in for another kiss, no amount of soreness mattered.
“Wow,” Daren gasped when their lips parted again.
“Wow?” Lilo questioned with a tilt of his head.
“Good. Great. Amazing. Incredible!” Daren ended on a near-shout that echoed, causing Lilo to laugh, so Daren said it again. “Wow.”
“Wow,” Lilo agreed, and pulled him in for one more kiss.
There was no mess to clean up, since they were in water, but after languidly drifting and enjoying the warmth, which Lilo said he liked just as much as cold water, he showed Daren more of the cave.
It seemed to be his home, with all the items he had found on the ocean floor over the years, the gifts from Daren, even areas for cleaning and eating fish and other creatures of the sea.
Among the various platforms of rocks, some were big enough for Daren to sit, stand, or even lay upon.
One was slanted like part of the rock they had laid on yesterday, and Lilo explained he slept there, partially submerged.
There were a few offshoots in the cave, side caverns and passages.
Lilo didn’t show Daren all of them. Some he seemed to purposely keep Daren away from, which left him curious, but it was wonderful overall, finally seeing where Lilo lived when not in the open ocean.
Daren only wished he could show Lilo his home in kind.
Eventually, Lilo offered to bring Daren back to the boat.
Returning to cold water was almost worse after the hot spring than when Daren had first jumped in, but it had been worth it. Thankfully, he had towels on the boat and quickly dried himself to dress back in his layers.
“Tomorrow?” Lilo asked, propping himself on the ledge of the boat like always, but with a decidedly more satisfied smile.
“Tomorrow,” Daren promised.
He was still a little chilled when he returned to shore. He couldn’t brave the cold water too often, no matter how warm the hot spring was once they reached it, but the memory of Lilo’s touch left him dreaming of summer.
LILO
Lilo had never before felt so full or complete or simply right.
He had finally discovered all he had yet to know about Daren, and he adored all of it.
The wonderful strangeness of his bared body.
The sounds he made while they were together.
The pleasures Daren had brought Lilo to and, in turn, had been brought to by Lilo.
It was all Lilo had ever wanted, to finally, finally have a mate he could love.
He just needed to be certain that Daren loved him in return before he risked the last step.