Chapter 15 #2
They gave those light thrusts inside my throat, the occasional gush from their mating tentacle traveling inside me.
The slickness of their length, the suckers along it that rubbed against my tongue, my throat, all of it had me overwhelmed.
Their fingers ran through my hair and tugged, and I moaned around their length.
I closed my eyes and surrendered to them, wanting this more than my next breath.
“Looks like this hole is just as needy,” they said, and the tip of their other mating tentacle slithered against my hole.
The slickness there set it apart, and the feel of the suckers and wetness across the sensitive skin made me shiver.
They continued to stroke along my pucker, slow and deliberate, while their mating tentacle fucked in and out of my throat.
I sucked automatically, until it became as natural as breathing, and my mind started to grow fuzzy, like I waded through a dream.
“Gods, sunshine,” they purred. “You’re too good at this. Just begging to be bred.”
A shudder ran through me at their words, pure pleasure traveling my veins.
Fuck, I hadn’t known how much I wanted this, but my palms burst into a sweat as my whole body trembled.
And they hadn’t even breached my hole yet.
I sucked hard, and a ragged breath came from them.
The fact I could do this to them too gave me a burst of power I’d sorely needed after feeling like I was tossed at sea.
Even now, Ursuline was still saving me.
The tip of their mating tentacle paused from stroking my hole, and it nudged inside.
A whimper escaped me, muffled by the length pumping inside my throat.
The occasional drip of their juices trickled inside me, and fuck, I wanted every drop they could give.
I wanted to be slathered in their release inside and out.
They thrust their mating tentacle a little deeper inside my hole, the natural slickness there eliminating the need for lube. As it traveled deeper inside me, a slight sting zinged through me at the stretch. I tried to thrust my ass back to take more, but Ursuline retracted.
“Nuh-uh, sunshine,” they said. “I’m in control here.”
Ngh. My eyes rolled back at the words, at the smooth, rich competence in their voice and movements.
Drool dribbled down my chin as I continued to choke on their mating tentacle, the little bumps of their suckers rubbing against my throat.
The droplets splattered onto the piano bench, a few hitting my palms.
Their mating tentacle thrust inside my hole again, and this time I waited patiently.
They pumped in and out shallowly, a few exploratory strokes inside me, even though I craved for them to thrust deep and hard, enough to steal my breath away.
The feel of the suckers along my insides sent a violent shiver through me, and they pushed in a little farther, the thicker part of their mating tentacle probing me.
They stroked with the tip against my inside walls, and bliss roared through me.
I howled around the length lodged deep in my throat.
Their breathing came a little faster as they teased me.
“Damn, you take me so well,” they said, their voice hoarse, wrecked. “Like you were born for this.”
Tears prickled at my eyes as I choked on their mating tentacle still thrusting inside me, another glob of spit dribbling down my chin.
My legs trembled as their tentacle pushed even deeper inside my hole, until that thickness fully lodged inside me.
Until I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.
A satisfied breath escaped Ursuline, and they combed their fingers through my hair, giving me another light tug.
“Good, good boy,” they said. “You’re being so perfect for me.”
A few more tears slipped down my cheeks, but I wasn’t sure if they were from the impact of their praise or how good I felt.
Maybe both. I sucked and sucked and sucked, losing myself in the fullness in my throat, in how they filled me up inside my hole as well.
A gush of their juices burst inside, and another shiver racked through me.
I wasn’t sure how I’d survive when they came.
I hoped it was so much I dripped with it.
The glide between my cheeks made the most obscene noises, the amount of slickness amplifying the sheer bliss without the slightest bit of discomfort.
They fucked into me with a steadiness that drove me insane, one that made my balls throb.
My cock leaked onto the floor, the pool of pre-cum almost as bad as the pool of spit.
I was a mess, trembling under their careful ministrations, yet I wanted more.
I wanted them to pin me down with their tentacles, to fuck inside me hard and desperate.
I writhed as they dragged their suckers along my prostate, the flares of pleasure enough that I was about to collapse.
My body was coming apart at the seams, and the need for release formed a steady thump, thump, thump that grew by the second.
They squirted another burst of fluid down my throat, and I gagged again, some of it gliding down my chin, along with more saliva.
They fucked into me a little harder, and the sloppy sounds of how wet they’d made my hole sent a dose of adrenaline through me.
I wanted to exist in this space forever, being overwhelmed and dominated by them.
Consumed.
Tears trickled down my cheeks, and I tried to blink them away.
“Fuck, your tears are so sexy,” they swore. Their voice was gravel on silk, an addiction I needed more and more of. They thrust into my hole hard, and the pleasure burst fast and fierce.
I sobbed around their length, more tears streaming down.
They tugged on my hair, the slight sting keeping me grounded in the moment, all while they fucked into me from both ends, this undulating loop I couldn’t get enough of.
Their length was the perfect thickness to split me open, the tapered end probing so deep inside me I could barely believe how much I’d taken.
My thighs quaked, my arms trembled, and sweat burst across my body, pebbling my skin.
My balls ached with the need to come, but I couldn’t coordinate stroking myself off, not when it took every ounce inside me just to stay upright.
One of their tentacles wrapped around my legs, as if they sensed their imminent collapse, and I sagged forward onto the piano bench, my sensitive nipples pressed against the cool wood.
I splayed out my arms, palms resting on the surface as they continued to fuck into my mouth as steadily as ever.
Their mating tentacle in my hole thrust in harder, at a speed that would take my breath away—if my mouth wasn’t full of them.
Their tentacle wrapped around my leg, their grip in my hair vaulted me higher, the touch coming from every direction.
They could dominate me with such ease, and fuck, that was so sexy.
They gushed with another burst from their mating tentacle, and I choked on it again, more tears streaming down my cheeks.
Yet the glide was effortless, smooth from the slick pouring from them.
The length in my hole shuttled faster and faster, with a finesse that made me lose what little remained of my mind.
They tugged my hair again, and another whimper escaped me, muffled by how they fucked my throat.
Sweat trickled down my back, and my legs at this point, the salty scent fragrant in the air.
Everything melted away. All that existed was their tentacles plunging inside my mouth, my hole. Their fingers in my hair. Their tentacle gripping my leg.
Short inhales burst through my nose. More saliva dripped from my mouth. The gush of their tentacle inside me smoothed the way. My balls ached with a steady pulse.
That thrust tagged my prostate with every stroke. Pure fireworks.
I could live in this moment forever.
Their breaths grew choppier. “Oh fuck, sunshine. Think you can take two loads for me?”
I bobbed my head. I wanted that so badly. My cock dripped so hard it throbbed, but I didn’t even care, not while they fucked me so well.
Except then their hand wrapped around my length. They gave it one stroke, two. I sobbed around their length again, tears streaming down my cheeks. The tension, the ache was unbearable. My balls lifted. The third stroke sent me tumbling over the edge.
Pleasure rushed through me, fast and fierce, with the intensity and speed of a tornado.
The cum rocketed out of me with an audible splat, and I almost blacked out from the force of my orgasm.
For a few moments, my limbs seized. I let out a ragged, muffled moan, and the bliss radiated through me, sending me vaulting higher than I believed possible. I’d never come so hard in my life.
And they weren’t even finished with me yet.
Ursuline continued to fondle my deflating cock, as I floated along in a dreamlike space. It was oversensitive, but I loved the feel of their hands on me so much that I didn’t care.
They picked up speed again as they fucked into my mouth, my hole. The drool poured from my mouth like a faucet now. I was completely limp against the piano bench, there to be taken and defiled however they pleased.
“I’m so close,” they gasped out, the thrusts fast and fierce now. The sensations as they slid against my prostate were agonizing after coming, so intense I could barely handle it, but I was also so fuck-drunk I didn’t want to budge. “So. Damn. Close.”
One moment I was sucking their length, and it was driving into my hole. The next, a deadly growl came from them, and their mating tentacles paused.
And then they emptied inside me.