Chapter 12 #2
Smaller tentacles coiled around his full, heavy scrotum.
They tugged metrically, pulling his balls away from his body with gentle but insistent pressure that sent electric pulses up his spine.
Each tug forced his throbbing erection deeper into the living cavern that had begun to radiate heat like a fever.
The internal walls weren’t static but alive, contracting and releasing in waves that massaged every vein and ridge along his shaft.
As his pleasure mounted, firm nodules formed within the passage—some small as peas, others large as marbles—creating a texture that rolled and glided against his sensitive flesh, each one catching briefly on his swollen head before sliding down to the base of his cock in an endless, maddening cycle.
Fuck… it feels so good… don’t stop…
The tentacles caressing his body began a more intimate exploration.
His ass cheeks were spread open as a thick tentacle slithered through his crack and “nosed” his hole.
The puckered entrance flexed and throbbed as the tentacle excreted a glob of jelly-like substance into his cave before slowly pushing through the tight sphincter.
Uuhhh! Graham gasped inwardly, his mind flaring with white light. His body stiffened for a moment as the tentacle slid inside him, stretching his hole wider than any human cock ever could. Its ribbed flesh stimulated his inner walls, the suckers along its length pulling at his sensitive flesh.
Graham shuddered and convulsed, then his hips began to move, thrusting deep inside Lochlan.
The bodily mass matched his rhythm, the tentacles working as one form, undulating with an erotic gyration.
The thick tentacle slid deeper inside him, then pulled out a bit, thrust in even deeper—the in-out friction playing havoc on his prostate as the sensitive gland swelled.
Yes, Lochlan, Graham moaned. Take me… fuck me… love me.
The throbbing tentacle pushed up inside him with greater urgency as the mass began to quiver. Graham thrust harder, losing some control as the pressure behind his eyes began to pulse, the colorful lights exploding like fireworks.
Graham’s mouth fell open, and another tentacle probed between his lips.
His tongue darted out, coaxing it inside his mouth, and sucked the slippery muscle.
Lochlan’s “body” quivered harder, and the tentacle in his mouth began to glide in and out of his throat, steadily swelling thicker the harder Graham sucked it.
I’m gonna cum… I want you to cum… I want to feel it inside me… I want to taste you…
The undulating mass gyrated against Graham as it matched his increasingly desperate thrusts.
The ribbed tentacle-cock corkscrewed deeper into his quivering ass, each ridge catching on his sensitive rim before plunging inward.
Graham’s entire body shuddered, his toes curling against the slippery surface beneath him as he whimpered around the throbbing appendage filling his mouth.
He hollowed his cheeks, sucking hungrily as a warm, slimy nectar—tasting of overripe mangoes and sea salt—leaked steadily into his throat, coating his tongue with its alien sweetness.
His body spasmed violently when the tentacle in his ass unfurled at the tip like a sea anemone blooming, revealing dozens of tiny, undulating cilia that latched onto his prostate with vacuum-like precision.
The appendage's inner tongue—slick, muscular, and impossibly dexterous—began massaging the swollen gland with merciless intensity, alternating between feather-light flutters and firm, circular strokes that sent lightning bolts of pleasure crackling up his spine and pooling molten-hot in his groin.
Graham gasped around the slick, briny muscle filling his mouth, his jaw aching as it stretched wider.
His hips bucked with primal desperation, driving his purple-veined shaft deeper into the vacuum-sealed orifice that gripped him like a velvet vise.
Pearl-sized nodules rippled along every vein of his painfully engorged cock, each one catching on his sensitive ridge before sliding past with delightful friction.
The living sheath pulsated rhythmically, secreting a fluid that coated him in slippery warmth, the heat within radiating like molten metal against his most sensitive flesh.
His tongue traced the pulsating ridges on the underside of the swollen tentacle, savoring its briny-sweet taste before Graham’s throat was suddenly flooded with a torrent of warm “cum” as the tendril quivered and burst in his mouth.
The fluid coated his tongue and slid down his throat in thick rivulets, forcing him to swallow repeatedly.
A violent shudder rippled through the mass like a tectonic shift, and the tentacle in Graham’s ass expanded with excruciating slowness, stretching him wider than he’d ever been, until he was sure his hole would tear like wet tissue paper.
The exacting pain ignited his orgasm like a match to gasoline, and his hips bucked wildly, driving his throbbing cock deeper into Lochlan’s pulsing, soft anus.
His fingertips sank knuckle-deep into the creature’s muscular mass, leaving indentations in the slick, iridescent flesh as his balls contracted painfully and emptied in powerful spurts, the smaller tentacles between his legs methodically milking his testicles with rhythmic, serpentine contractions until the last drop was extracted.
The sated tentacle in his mouth withdrew, leaving his lips swollen and glistening with iridescent residue.
Graham’s jaw unhinged in a silent cry as the thick muscle inside him swelled to an impossible girth, then abruptly burst. Liquid heat surged up his anal cavity and flooded his lower intestines with molten pleasure.
The thick, slimy substance clung to his inner walls before slowly absorbing into the tissue, warming him through to his core with waves of tingling pleasure that radiated outward to his fingertips.
The tentacle, now slightly deflated, glided in and out of him through its own pearly deposits, each languid stroke massaging away the exquisite soreness that bloomed like bruises across his most intimate places, while leaving behind a pleasant, numbing sensation.
Graham wilted against Lochlan’s pulsing form, his forehead coming to rest in the crook where several iridescent tentacles converged into a cushion-like hollow.
His limbs felt leaden, trembling with aftershocks, his very essence drained through every pore, as if his very marrow had been extracted along with his climax.
Lochlan’s appendages encircled him in a living cocoon, the tentacles leaving trails of luminescent moisture across his trembling skin.
They cradled him with surprising tenderness, the muscular coils adjusting to his every breath.
From deep in the creature’s core emanated a rhythmic thrumming that synchronized with Graham’s heartbeat, and an otherworldly voice vibrated through every cell in Graham’s exhausted body, whispering his grandfather’s words back to him.
Love it… and it will love you back.