Chapter 20 #2
“You’re so good for me, sunshine,” they purred, their palms running down my sides. I loved how they could pin me down with their tentacles, touch me with their hands, wholly consume me. And unlike yesterday, when they’d been behind me while they fucked me, today I could see their expression.
The dark desire brewing in their features threatened to consume me. Sheer hunger poured from their gaze, a concentration there that made me feel more naked than I already was. That made me feel seen.
Their jaw tensed, their brow furrowed, and they fucked into me harder than they had yesterday, as if they’d been holding back.
I clutched hard with every thrust, the sensations rocking through me enough that I was so relieved I was suspended in the water at their mercy.
The swish of the bay around me, the floating feeling sent a ripple of security through me, something I’d always yearned for but hadn’t known I’d love this much.
Granted, no one had ever taken control of my body the way Ursuline had, or played it quite so well.
My feet barely skimmed the sandy ground, Ursuline’s grip on my thighs ironclad.
I hoped the suckers left marks. They fucked into my hole again, and I let out a keening cry.
Sinful pleasure exploded through me, the suckers gliding against the sensitive skin, their brush against my prostate more intense than I could’ve imagined.
The burning interest in their dark eyes snagged my soul, held me in rapture.
I’d never felt so stripped down and seen before in my life.
So cherished. So claimed.
Their mating tentacle gushed more of their slick, and even though we were in the water, it was enough to keep the glide smooth.
“You feel so good,” they rumbled out. “So perfect for me.”
“I can…” I gasped out as they continued thrusting into me. “I can take more.”
“Mm, my good boy wants to take everything, don’t you?” they teased, the wicked glint in their gaze my undoing. My cheeks flushed. The greediness for more, more, more had been unlocked inside me, and where before I might’ve hesitated to ask, Ursuline made me want to be shameless.
“Please.” I bobbed my head. The ache in my balls formed a steady thump, but I loved that I couldn’t do anything to relieve it.
I loved that I was a vessel for their length, as they claimed my hole again and again.
The steady thrust of their mating tentacle, the swish of the water around me, the weightlessness I felt suspended in the bay and by their tentacles, everything elevated me higher and higher.
A floaty cotton-ball sensation entered my brain like last night, just pure surrender.
“You’re nice and easy tonight,” they said. “Time for a bit more of a stretch. Cry all you need to, sunshine. Your moans are delicious.”
The praise fluttered through me, a balm to my battered and bruised soul.
“Hold on tight to me,” they commanded. I fixed my grip on their shoulders again, their hands steady around my waist, keeping me braced.
Their other mating tentacle slithered up the inside of my thigh, and I gulped hard.
Would I be able to take them? I wanted to so badly.
The tip nudged against where their other tentacle was lodged deep inside my hole, teasing at the rim.
The sensation sent a shiver through me, violent and fierce.
They lifted me out of the water again, and I reeled from the weightlessness.
The water dripped off me, tickling as it slid down my skin, my feet, my calves still submerged even if my hole was bared to the cool winds.
The bracing chill of the breeze wrapped around my body, my caged cock, my aching balls, but I’d grown so feverish on lust, the desire pumped through me hot enough that it didn’t matter.
They squirted more of their slick along my rim and then teased the tip in.
The breath snagged in my throat at the stretch, not quite a sting.
Yet the sensation of it gliding in alongside the other one was new, curious, and turned me on more than I could’ve imagined.
I wanted to feel both of them ramming into me at the same time, taking me apart, stretching me open until I was loose and sloppy.
Until I could take the heavy volume of cum they’d dumped into me last night.
They teased their tip a little deeper, a little more, squirting plenty of slick along the way. The stretch grew intense, and I forced myself to suck in a sharp breath again.
I leaned against their chest, and the steady thump of their heartbeat soothed me even as they pumped the tip in and out, getting my hole used to the sting, the way they stretched me with both of their tentacles inside.
“Gods, sunshine, you’re so snug, so perfect. You’re doing so well.” Their low voice had a cadence that compelled me, and as I clutched their shoulders, my cheek pressed against their chest, I’d never felt more secure. Even as they stretched me beyond anything I’d ever taken before.
They thrust their tip in deeper, and the stretch—fuck. I sucked in a breath and whimpered, even though my balls throbbed.
“Do you need me to stop?” they asked as they lowered me slightly, so I floated in the water again. The buoyancy there eased me, and they nudged in deeper. I kept my grip on their shoulders, even though my cheek now pressed lower on their chest.
“No, I want it,” I said, meaning that with every ounce in me. My cock wasn’t testing the confines of the cage right now, not with the sting from the stretch, but after experiencing them rubbing against my prostate with just one…the need to know what it’d feel like had reached a fever pitch.
“You’re going to be dripping cum for days when I’m done with you,” Ursuline murmured. Their words filled me with a delicious thrill. The idea of being caged for them and leaking their cum, of being marked and claimed like that—fuck, I loved it.
“Please,” I begged again, clinging onto them for dear life.
They pushed in deeper with their mating tentacle, the other holding still, and at first there was resistance, a sting that made my jaw clench automatically.
I breathed through my nose and tried to relax as best as possible.
For one tense moment, the pressure felt overwhelming, like I might never be able to take all of them.
Until they slid through the ring of resistance, and their length dragged against my prostate.
Pleasure flared so intensely that I half sobbed, half screamed as I clutched onto them with all my might.
“Good boy,” they purred, and I pressed my cheek harder against their chest as they began to glide both of their lengths inside me. At the same time.
I wasn’t going to survive.
I was so full, so godsdamn full I was about to burst, but I adored the sensation in the same breath. Like they could consume me this way, take me over. Fuck, I’d never been stretched like this, but I could fast see it becoming an addiction.
They slowly, excruciatingly, pumped their lengths inside me, one pushing in as the other pulled back.
The contrast dragged against my walls, and I howled.
Ursuline stroked their hand down my back, as if they were petting me, and they ran their fingers through my hair as well.
I shuddered as they started to find a slow rhythm, a push and pull.
The water sloshed around us. Sensations flooded me so strongly that I panted, I mewled, I screamed.
My cock strained against the cage, but there was nowhere it could go.
They thrust their mating tentacles inside me, the movements sinuous and so intense my jaw ached. One brushed against my prostate, more sensitive than ever, and the pleasure that shuddered through me sent my whole body into spasms.
“You feel so damn good,” they murmured, continuing to lightly pet me as they fucked into me, slow and steady, as they took me apart piece by piece.
Above us, the sky was studded by stars, crystalline and glistening against the navy canvas, and the inky bay swelled around us, the gentle ebb and flow seductive.
All while both their tentacles pumped in and pulled back at the same time.
Another stroke to my prostate, and lightning sparked through me, my body seizing up. Oh gods.
“Fuck,” I moaned out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“That’s right, sunshine,” they said. “You take me so well.” Their praise sent another shiver through me, barely competing with the pleasure that flushed through my body.
Sweat broke out on my temple, despite the chill of the water we floated in.
I registered the tight band of their tentacles around my legs, how they kept me stable, because the way they claimed me so fully stole my focus.
A gush of slick squirted inside me, but not the torrent that signaled they’d come.
However, it smoothed the glide as I sagged against them, boneless in the wake of the bliss flooding through me with every move of their dueling lengths.
The bumps of the suckers dragged against my walls, and I was grateful I wasn’t standing, because I wouldn’t have been able to keep myself upright.
Tears formed and stung as they slid down my cheeks, the intensity so great that I almost couldn’t handle it. Except I also never wanted this to end. Being taken by them like this, filled and claimed, sated something deep inside my chest, a raw ache that I’d never thought would be healed.
“Beautiful,” Ursuline said, wiping at the tears leaking down my cheeks. “You’re absolutely beautiful.”