Chapter 15
Nyx
“Another perk of living in paradise,” I said as I slid off the rock and into the water with a contented sigh.
Of course, my mates went for a more enthusiastic approach by taking a flying leap off the rock and sending a wave of water my way.
“Christmas Day on the beach was always my favorite too,” Kekoa said when they popped up.
“I feel like you’ve given me back a piece of my childhood.
As if all the other gifts you gave me this morning weren’t enough, this is a reminder of chasing my siblings along the beach and spending all day playing with our new water toys.
We’d always be in such a hurry to get to the beach that sometimes my mom would just shake her head and ask my dad why they’d even bothered to wrap everything. ”
“We used to rush through unwrapping our gifts on Christmas morning, just so we could get to the beach,” Lani replied.
“Dad would fire up one of the grill pits the moment we arrived, and then other families would start showing up, and pretty soon, it was like a Christmas fiesta. Blankets would line the sand, and all of us kids would be playing in the water.”
“Oh man, remember the spot at Polaris Point with the pavilions and the slide we had to swim to reach?” I asked.
“It was literally just a metal park slide mounted on this floating back that was anchored about thirty or forty feet out. We’d race each other to reach it, forgetting that on hot, sunny days we’d scorch our rear ends going down the first few times until it was soaked from all the water from our bathing suits. ”
“Oh yeah, as soon as you mentioned the slide, I got a twinge in my backside,” Lani said.
“Good times,” I said as I shook my hair and sent water droplets everywhere. “It was a tradition worth keeping, so here we are.”
“I’m glad,” Kekoa said as they rolled on their back and floated. “I don’t remember if we ever went there. We probably did, though. It sounds familiar. Did it have a big rocket in front of it?”
“Yup, a Polaris missile,” I explained.
“Oh yeah, we went there lots. I was probably too young for the slide, but I bet my brothers weren’t.”
“The missile is still there,” I said. “We’ll have to take you. The old slide is gone, but there’s a waterpark now that I think you’ll love. One of the slides is fifty feet long and a total rush.”
“We will definitely have to go then. I love waterparks, especially the twisty slides that curve every which way and then send you flying out into a pool.”
“They’ve got four lined up side by side,” Lani said. “We can race each other down.”
Grinning, Kekoa nodded. “Yeah, that’s going on the to-do list.”
“I still can’t believe we never thought to just get a magnetic clip with a chain to keep pens attached, so we could keep one on the fridge and not have to hunt up something to write with,” Lani said. “That’s usually the kind of thing I think about.”
“In all fairness, business has been booming these past few years, for both of us,” I pointed out. “We went from moving in to work, work, work without hardly taking a breath.”
Overhead, the sky was that perfect shade of blue that screamed gorgeous day, no matter what the season.
The few clouds that drifted past were thin and wispy, without a hint of fluff or the steel gray of an impending storm in sight.
Typhoon season seemed to be well and truly over, and I was grateful that this year's had been a mild one.
Water drenched my face, and I sat up to see a flipper disappearing beneath the water’s surface.
Seriously?
A blob of a jellyfish with outstretched tentacles popped up in front of me, and I reached to scoop Kekoa up only to get tagged on the tip of my nose by a tentacle. Before I could react, they did it again, this time right on my left nipple, and then bloop, they submerged again and vanished.
“Oh, really?” I muttered as I glanced around, the crystalline perfection of the water allowing me to catch a glimpse of them swimming away.
So, they wanted to play games, did they?”
Shifting, I took off after them, intent on tagging them back, only to spot him flattened across the back of Lani’s shell as he swam off with them.
So, games, and they were ganging up on me?
Well, I had a few tricks up my sleeve too and the distinct advantage of knowing how to drive Lani wild, even in my sea turtle form.
I tagged him instead of Kekoa, right beneath the tail too. His flippers jerked and splayed, and then he furiously started paddling away with Kekoa.
What the hell? He was it. Why was he still making me chase him?
I poked my flipper beneath his tail with a bit more assertion the next time I caught up to them and got smacked across the beak with one of his rear flippers for my efforts. I nipped his tail next and again got swatted with a flipper as the chase continued.
Round and round our little cove we went; only each time I got close, instead of being able to nip or poke, I caught a stinger to the beak, courtesy of my jellyfish mate’s outstretched tentacles.
Every boop was accompanied by a tiny burst of toxins that slowed me down enough that Lani turned and drifted with the current, Kekoa’s tentacles waving at me from his perch on Lani’s back.
Lani zigged, and he zoomed, back flippers churning, more than making up for the missing front one, while Kekoa acted as his bodyguard, protecting his tail from me.
Between intoxicating jellyfish toxin and excretion, I was more than happy when our merry chase led us back to the sandy shallows, our jellyfish mate still clinging to Lani’s back as he crawled out of the ocean.
Kekoa shifted, still straddling him, and stretched out along our mate’s back so he could whisper in Lani’s ear.
By the time I shifted from flippers to hands, Kekoa and Lanni were giggling in between conspiratorial whispers.
“What are you two plotting now?” I asked, “And how the hell did I get stuck being it?”
“That’s what you get for using illegal tagging tactics,” Lani quipped as Kekoa scooted off him.
“How can tagging tactics be illegal? Tag is literally the easiest game in the world because there are no tactics; all you have to do is ensure that some part of your body makes contact with the other person’s body, and bam, they’re it. Easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy, until you kept swimming away.”
Lani’s eyes narrowed as he scowled at me. “You tagged me beneath the tail.”
“It’s a body part, isn’t it?”
“Dude, that was borderline foreplay!”
“And…who says it wasn’t intended to be?” I replied, raising an eyebrow at him.
“And you didn’t say your it,” Lani pointed out.
“How am I supposed to say your it when I’m in my shell and flippers?”
“I’m pretty sure tagging beneath the tail is illegal,” Kekoa said, snickering. “I was forced to defend his honor; you were so persistently attacking his rear.
“Says the person who started all of this off with a tentacle to the nipple,” I said as I approached.
Kekoa just shrugged and looked completely unapologetic. “Technically, I started with your nose.”
“You two are big on those technicalities today, aren’t you?”
“Gotta uphold the rules and regulations,” Kekoa replied.
“And what are the rules and regulations for giving you two cocks to ride?”
“Oh, now those are very complex and require precise and somewhat intricate steps that I’m not sure you’re patient enough to follow.”
“What? I’m the picture of patience. Just call me Mr. Patience. I can follow any rules you two lay out.”
“Dude, you couldn’t even follow the rules of tag,” Lani pointed out, grinning like an evil imp as he stared up at me from the sand.
“For the last time, there are no rules in tag beyond tagging the other person; they literally made a whole movie about it. Those guys seriously let nothing stand in their way of tagging or avoiding being tagged.”
The whole time I was speaking, those two sat in the sand, trying to keep straight faces and failing miserably. First the corners of their lips pulled up, then Lani snorted and Kekoa snickered, and by the time I finished, they were cackling like a pair of hens and rolling around in the sand.
Oh, so they wanted laughs. I’d give them laughs. Dropping down in front of them, I sought out all their ticklish spots until a tentacle wrapped around my cock and started stroking, leaving me gasping and groaning with need.
“You really do need help behaving, don’t you?” Kekoa murmured, and two more tentacles exited from their fingers to torment me. “So naughty.”
“Gah…”
“Always breaking rules,” Lani tsked.
“But…” I stammered, blowing out a breath while struggling to focus. “What rule?”
“The ones we’d have told you if you weren’t in such a hurry to break them before we got that far,” Lani said, shaking his head at me. “It’s a shame too.”
“Why’s that?” I moaned as tentacles caressed my nipples while another cupped my balls.
“It really is,” Kekoa replied, grinning devilishly at me. “We had such big plans for you too.”
“P-plans?”
“Oh yeah,” Lani hissed, sweeping my hair back so he could kiss my neck.
When the hell had he moved?
Kekoa’s eyes were mesmerizing, and those tentacles were every-fuckin’-where.
They stroked my shaft, massaged my balls, and even caressed my perineum, ghosting over my entrance until I wasn’t sure if the sky was spinning or it was just my thoughts.
Lani’s teeth grazed the back of my neck, and his fingers joined Kekoa’s tentacles in tormenting me. ”
“T-thought you w-wanted a ride?” I managed to grit out. ”
“Oh, I do,” Kekoa said, tentacles contracting.
Little pinpricks of pleasure shot through me as my cock twitched.
“Mmm, now that’s hot,” Kekoa murmured, gliding a tentacle over the tip and making me shudder as they collected the precum that welled up.
The way it teased my slit as their grin widened, right before the tip of his tentacle slid just inside my urethra.
When I’d told him I’d been curious about sounding but was somewhat put off by the thought of having metal inserted in a very sensitive place, I never pictured this as an alternative.
Now we were in the moment, and I was all in as their tentacle pressed deeper.
I couldn’t take my eyes off it as they withdrew it until it was almost out, then slid back down, down, down.
Shuddering, I let my head fall back to rest on Lani’s shoulder as a low groan wormed its way up my throat. I already wanted to come, and they were barely getting started. Kekoa’s answer to that? Tighten the hold their tentacles had on my balls.
“Is this what you hoped for?” Kekoa asked.
“Gah… y-yeah, s-so much more.”
“I’m turned on just watching him tentacle-fuck your cock,” Lani muttered.
Lani’s words, the slow glide, and Kekoa’s toxins made both the inside of my cock and my balls tingle like, oh god, their tentacles found my prostate as the others released the hold they had on my sack.
There were at least six stingers stinging me in the best possible way as the tentacle in my cock tapped my prostate again.
Once, twice, I came on the third touch, their tentacle only allowing for the thinnest spurt of cum to escape as they drew out my orgasm, milking me from within with every prod of their tentacle in the slowest, most profoundly pleasurable, and longest-lasting orgasm of my life.
By the time that tentacle withdrew, I was a limp, quivering mess, as boneless as my mate in their jellyfish form as they laid me in the sand.
Their grins and their giggles as Lani gripped Kekoa’s hair and started tongue-fucking them, they were putting on a hell of a show for my benefit when there was no way in hell I could join in.
Laying there, listening to them moan and make out, rough and messy, gasping, groping, as Lani fell backward in the sand, Kekoa on top of him, grinding.
I had the perfect view of Kekoa sinking onto Lani’s cock as he guided it inside of them, Kekoa’s ass right there, slick glistening on their hole.
When had Lani prepped them?
The tube of lube lay in the shadow of our surfboards, the new turquoise and purple one we’d surprised Kekoa with waiting to be ridden, though they were more interested in riding Lani with slow, sensual movements as they sat up, head thrown back, fingers and tentacles caressing their body while Lani’s hand rested on their thigh, rubbing slow circles, up, down, over, until a fingertip brushed Kekoa’s cock and made them cry out.
My cock gave a twitch, then another when Kekoa cast a look over their shoulder and locked gazes with me. Filled with heat and desire, shimmering with need and sunlight, smoldering.
Fuck yeah.
I palmed my cock, so sensitive it was almost painful, not slick enough to stroke until I lunged for the lube. Kekoa hissed, whined, and cried out more, over and over, until I was hard enough to crawl up behind them, straddle Lani’s legs, and enter our mate with one long, smooth thrust.
I could feel Lani through Kekoa’s walls, their chant of yes, yes, yes drowning out the waves. Bucking, they tried to rock between us until I pressed my hand to their shoulder, gripped their hip, and thrust, taking over the movements for all of us.
Between the blissed-out look on Lani’s face and Kekoa’s cries as their walls clenched around me, I understood now why my mates had insisted on making me come first. Their little game of tag had left me firmly in the driver’s seat.
I was it, and it was my job to get them the pleasure they currently chased.
Short, sharp thrusts interspersed with deep, rolling ones soon had us all teetering on the edge, then Kekoa let out a low, keening wail, trembling, tentacles extending, waving, wrapping, pinning me against their body until I bucked, hard.
Lani grunted, and Kekoa shuddered, crying out as they came.
None of us were capable of moving as we came down from that euphoric high, not with our jellyfish’s tentacles clinging and keeping us locked together.
Holy mother of orgasms! Talk about happy holidays and a very merry, tentacular Christmas to us.
~ End ~