Chapter Ten Picnic #4
Hard body, cradling my soft one. Tentacles, twining around each leg, going from ankle to inner thigh. Pulling my legs apart ever so slightly.
“Madelyn...” Mercer groans through a kiss. “Should we go back to the shore?” he grunts.
“Huh? Now?” I pant as his lips find my throat. “Why?”
“Because you don’t want to rush.”
“We’re not rushing. This is a nice pace,” I say, dragging my hands down his shoulders.
Over his pecs. I find one tentacle floating and curling near his waist, and I pull it into my grip.
I flick my thumb back and forth across the surface of the suckers and feel them flex and close, sucking in tiny tidbits of my skin.
The same thing happens all up and down my legs, from the sole of my foot to the seam where my thigh meets my pussy, making me gasp.
Mercer’s gasping as well, eyes closed as my thumb explores the delicate little rings of muscle, pressing into them and dragging down more firmly. “Good?” I ask, my own voice shaky.
The tentacle grasping my right thigh flexes a little in response, and the thick, muscular curve cups my mound for a split second before snapping away.
“Good?” Mercer parries, voice ragged.
“Mmhm.” My lips are pressed tight, eyes closed, as if I have to hide from the enjoyment.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
Mercer pulls me tighter against his chest, hands rubbing my back in tight circles. “Your skin is like satin. So perfect.”
“Well, you’re ‘huggy’, according to Zack. He was right,” I murmur, head on his shoulder. “I thought you’d be colder. Or more scaly. But you’re just smooth. And perfect.”
“Like you.”
Another long kiss leaves me dizzy with wanting more, feelings that I thought were dead and buried come burning back, mixed with the excitement of something new. Of someone wanting me the way I am, in this body that I love because it came with my son.
“So soft, Madelyn, so perfectly soft. Don’t you ever complain about these curves again,” Mercer demands, biting down softly on my neck as his tentacles caress my hips and rear, and his hand palms my breast lightly.
“Harder.”
The word seems to surprise us both.
“Harder?” he checks to make sure he heard me right, like a gentleman.
“Yes,” I whisper, eyes still closed, afraid to open them and see a look of... I don’t know what anymore. Something bad.
Like a gentleman, he listened.
Like the perfect monster lover, he obeyed. His tentacles squeeze down on me, and his thumb finds my nipple and worries it back and forth through my suit, making me moan, making me thrash to rub against him—and he’s there.
Another tentacle slots easily between my legs like a saddle laden with delightful textures, little kissing rings, and suction cups. Mercer moans as I rock against it, aiming down and squeezing him between my thighs.
I’m rubbing my pussy on him. Getting off on him. I said to go slow, and this is the opposite of that.
“I know I shouldn’t—”
“Shh. You should. You’re with me. Nothing you do can be wrong with me. I want to do anything with you. Everything with you,” Mercer whispers.
“Because you’re perfect. And I love... I love everything about you,” I confess. I cuddle closer, eyes opening now, looking at his awed face. He watches me, and his tentacle starts to move in a perfect counterpoint to my grinding, angling so that there’s a perfect “hump” for my clit to press into.
“Wanna touch you, too,” I confess, and Mercer looks startled, just for a second.
Then, he nods and brings me to straddle his waist. The tentacle that was becoming my favorite seat in the house is replaced with something thick, long, and curved. My hands find his waist—and what’s rising up from the middle of his parted tentacles.
“A little bigger!” I gasp, not knowing whether to close my legs in precaution or start salivating.
“Much bigger?” Mercer suggests, tone wincing.
“That, yeah,” I say drily. “Not that I’m complaining.” I’m just panicking. A little.
Mercer’s cock is smooth and gray-teal from what I can see under the water, with a scallop of ridges on the top—which would probably feel freaking amazing inside, especially since they’d press against the upper wall of my pussy where all the most sensitive spots are.
If it were normal-sized, I’d be picking lottery numbers and worried about lightning strikes.
As it is, my middle finger and thumb can barely touch around it, and when I give him a gentle stroke, he just keeps going and going. The base of him is even thicker than the glossy tip.
“It’s not right, is it?” Mercer asks, voice soft with disappointment.
I feel like a brat. “It’s right. It’s wonderful and huge, and I’m the envy of every woman—but it won’t just slide in. It’s been a long time since I had anything inside, okay?”
“Oh, that’s okay. We can work up to it if and when you want to. I’m just... I was so happy when you said you wanted to touch me, too.”
“I do. I still do. I just didn’t want you to be disappointed if I couldn’t finish what we started. Well, not in the conventional way.”
Mercer’s hand glides down to the crotch of my suit as my hand slowly strokes him. “I don’t need conventional. I just need us.”
Madelyn is stroking my erection. Stroking it and moaning in unison with me as I nudge her swimsuit aside and sink my finger into the soft plumpness of her outer lips, and then into the pink, juicy center.
With a gasp, she bucks down and sheathes my finger inside of her, letting me feel how slick and silky she is, how hot she is.
How magical her muscles are. “My God. Fuck, Madelyn... So tight,” I hiss, eyes closed as her thumb and fingers squeeze just under my tip, and then pull firmly back and forth against my ridges, making me see stars.
“Inside is good, outside is better. Here,” Madelyn mewls, eyes closed, head leaning forward on my shoulder. Her fingers press mine into her hard bead, and I immediately place a tentacle there, letting one of the larger suckers latch onto it.
Madelyn’s eyes pop open with a shrill noise that goes from alarmed to aroused in seconds. “Oh, Mercer! Ohh. That’s amazing,” she murmurs.
“That’s what tentacles are for. To delight and amaze. You should see what else they can do,” I tempt.
“Wh-what?”
“When you’re ready to explore more,” I have a hard time keeping my own voice steady, “they’ll feel good inside of you.
” To prove my point, I let the tip of one replace my finger where it burrows inside, and my suckers greedily cling to the soft pink skin of her sheath.
“They’re more flexible, and they can fill you as deeply as you want.
There are also more than one, so... So they can all please you at once. ”
Madelyn gives a ragged moan, and her free hand comes to her crotch, holding my tentacle inside of her.
I almost come on the spot with the realization that she wants me inside of her.
I swap roles, my fingers now circling steadily on her clit.
“If you want to be fuller... They can go inside with my cock,” I whisper.
Madelyn whimpers and nods, bouncing on me now.
“Oh, my love. You like that? They’re all for you. Just tell me where you want them.” My voice is pitched with excitement, and I use one tentacle to wrap around my cock and her hand, pumping us faster.
“Two inside. At once?” Her voice is broken and raspy as her pussy contracts around my squirming, burrowing tentacle.
“In every hole. Mouth. Pussy.” I wait, uncertain, and then decide to let one tentacle’s tip gently stroke between her cheeks. “Here, if you want. As much or as little as you want. Hard or gentle. It’s always about what you want.”
“I want... I want you, Mercer. I want to try all those things if you want me.”
“Love, my love, of course I do,” I say desperately, hips losing control and shimmying against her in desperation.
“Rub against me. I’m so close. I’m so close,” Madelyn’s eyes are closed, and her voice is a soft wail.
My cock head finds her nub while my tentacle starts to thrust into her softness.
I rub against her hard clit, watching her bite her lip and smother her scream of completion.
Her hungry little slit throbs on my tentacle, and it feels like she’s fucking me in perfect pulses.
I can’t imagine what it’ll feel like when my cock is buried inside of her, stretching her to the brim.
My seed shoots out and up, making a creamy drizzle in the water and across the crotch and belly of her black suit.
“Wow,” I gasp, all of my tentacles and muscles suddenly collapsing under the weight of orgasm.
“Uh-huh.” Madelyn nods, wide-eyed.
I grab her up and kiss her, one longing, desperate kiss that I hope conveys a thousand words.
That was perfect. I love you. I want to do that again, only more, and better, and oh, just everything.
You’re mine, can’t you see?
But all I say is, “That should work up an appetite, right?”
Madelyn giggles. “And I might need a nap.”
“Well, maybe after I put Zack to bed sometime, I can put you to bed, too?”
Madelyn licks her lips. “Tomorrow night might be nice if you’re not busy?”
“All my time is yours.”