5. Chapter 5
DAREN
Daren could think of little else all evening—what did Lilo have planned for them?
—and he could certainly think of little else once he met Lilo the next morning.
They greeted each other with their customary hello kiss, but it was briefer today, more like their first, with Lilo acting as though he was very much wanting to get to other things.
Like fishing. They did always get that out of the way early.
But then what?
“Daren really like fish,” Lilo said of today’s catch, casually leaning on the ledge of the boat like usual.
“I kind of have to. The villagers and tourists need the fish I sell to them.”
“Daren sell?” Lilo asked like the idea had never dawned on him.
“You thought I ate it all myself? I like fish, but I can’t eat that much.”
“Then others cannot catch fish?”
“Some can. Not everyone is as good at it though. I’m not as good as you are.”
Lilo smiled. Daren was really starting to love those teeth. “So Daren swim?”
“I can swim. It would be dangerous to come out here if I couldn’t. I can’t breathe underwater like you can though.”
Lilo nodded as though he had assumed that. “Daren swim now?”
“You mean go in the water with you? I can’t. It’s like needing my layers, Lilo. It’s too cold for me.”
“Lilo know warm place!”
“A warm place in the ocean? Where?”
Lilo disappeared beneath the water. When he resurfaced, he was several meters away, waving for Daren to follow him like yesterday. Without question, Daren started up the boat. They ended up back near the same rock as yesterday too.
Daren didn’t see any reason to believe there was warmer water here, and when he dipped his hand in, it was as cold as he expected.
“No, no! Enter beneath.” Lilo brought a hand up, pointed to the cliff face, and then dove it fingers first into the water.
“Okay, but remember the part about how I can’t breathe underwater?”
Lilo paused, seeming to search his mind for the right answer, and said, “Close.”
“Lilo, I am really trusting you here that I’m not going to freeze or drown before we reach a place warm enough—”
“Trust, trust!” Lilo nodded vigorously and held out a webbed hand.
“Okay…” Still skeptical but also very intrigued about there being any sort of warmer place inside that cliff, Daren stood and began to disrobe. Insane didn’t begin to describe it, but he did trust Lilo. He trusted him so much and had come to care for him even more.
Eventually, Lilo dropped his hand, realizing that Daren wasn’t going to just jump into the water in all his layers, and watched. It was a little unnerving, having Lilo so focused on the exposure of Daren’s skin, but then Lilo was all skin, all the time, so it was only fair.
Daren debated leaving on his underwear and just removing them when he redressed in his warm, dry clothes later, but at the last moment, he tore them off too.
Lilo tilted his head like he always did when he was curious about something, not averting his eyes from Daren’s nakedness in the slightest. Daren wondered if the expression on that bluish-purple face was curiosity, familiarity, interest, or maybe all three?
He couldn’t exactly point at his dick and ask, “So what’s yours look like?”
Well, he could, but he wasn’t going to.
Daren took a breath and leapt into the water. It was freezing. Not like instant hypothermia cold, but a few minutes would be plenty to leave him shivering and in danger of worse. He resurfaced with a gasp and nearly fell back beneath from sheer shock.
“Close,” Lilo said again, floating over to him, near enough that Daren immediately felt the smooth tickle and then wrap of tentacles coiling around him. “Lilo show. Breath?”
“Uh…” Daren was gasping from how cold it was, but who else had ever gotten the chance to be shown some secret grotto in the ocean by a mythical creature?
“Hold my breath. Got it.” With a nod, Daren took in a deep gulp of air, and as soon as his mouth closed again, water rushed up over him as he was dragged under by the tentacles and yanked onward.
Lilo moved so fast. Keeping ahead of a motorboat was clearly only a fraction of his speed. Daren could barely register how many tentacles were around him, though he also felt Lilo’s arms wrapped around his waist to keep him close.
He tried to not panic at how he had no idea when they would surface again or whether he could hold his breath for as long as Lilo thought, but just when he was starting to get worried and was about to struggle, the water turned warm—blessedly, wonderfully warm—and they reached air.
Daren wheezed. It hadn’t been that long, he could have held his breath for longer, but it was still a relief.
It was also very dark where they had emerged.
Except for Lilo, who was glowing.
He was bioluminescent!
The sight was incredible, and cast just enough light that, after a moment, Daren could see that they were in some sort of cave, and patches on the walls were also glowing.
There couldn’t be a hyperthermal vent to explain it.
There was no volcanic activity for thousands of kilometers.
Deep fault line circulation maybe? Because this place was a natural hot spring, as warm as a perfectly set hot tub.
Unless it was magic, given nothing about these past several weeks had been normal.
Lilo’s tentacles loosened around Daren’s shoulders and arms, but wrapped around every other part of him to keep him afloat, so he had to make no effort at all, just relaxed and enjoyed the water, the contact, and the sight of Lilo shining with light and color.
“Warm?” Lilo asked, his voice echoing in the cave.
“Yeah. It’s warm enough. It’s amazing. You’re amazing. You’re… beautiful.” He reached for Lilo’s radiant, glowing face.
“Daren beautiful,” Lilo said. His usually black eyes glowed with luminescence too, green, blue, and purple swirling together like a galaxy, and Daren was suddenly very aware of being naked and wrapped up close against nothing but silky skin.
Lilo’s tentacles were gyrating slightly again, always in subtle motion.
Being so tight around Daren’s body to hold him upright meant they were moving over him increasingly more intimately, and the sensation was stirring Daren’s cock to life.
Despite the earlier cold, he felt it twitch, hardening and growing thick, and even outright jumping when the tip of a tentacle passed over its slit.
Daren grunted. He needed to explain. He needed to be sure Lilo understood.
“Uh-h…”
“Daren… like?” Lilo asked in a low, husky whisper.
The tip of that same tentacle circled Daren’s head.
“Oh fuck… fuck. Yes… I like that.”
“Lilo like too. Lilo want to show Daren.”
“O-okay…” Daren knew basic ocean dweller anatomy, but that didn’t include fabled tentacle creatures. He didn’t know if he was brave enough for this, but the warm water, the setting, and his partner being like Northern Lights brought to life on earth, made him too intrigued to pull away.
He moaned when the tentacle that had been teasing him wrapped tight around his cock like a perfectly curled hand.
Lilo tilted his head closer, sharp teeth showing in a faint smile, as he descended to press their mouths together.
His tongue coiled around Daren’s with delicate stroking just as the tentacle around Daren’s cock began stroking.
The others, holding Daren upright, wound higher up his legs and around his waist and arms, like an all-over embrace.
They made him feel secure, easing his apprehensions of being at the mercy of something not quite human.
“Daren… feel,” Lilo spoke softly against his lips, and the tentacles holding Daren’s right arm moved it to bring Daren’s hand down between them.
Understanding, Daren splayed his fingers as they were pressed to a spot beneath Lilo’s hips, where his lower half first began to spread into tentacles.
At Daren’s touch, a new protrusion revealed itself from a hidden fold, extending to meet his hand.
Lilo’s organ was like a tentacle itself, thin at the tip but thicker at its base once it was fully exposed, and ridged like it had its own version of suckers.
“Daren and Lilo… different. Very different. Daren show where pleasure best?”
Daren thought he grasped the question, for Lilo clearly understood that Daren’s cock was like his own, but to connect and take pleasure in each other as mates might, Daren had no idea what would be normal for Lilo.
He knew what he wanted and imagined taking Lilo’s uniquely shaped member inside him.
It was slick in a way that wasn’t diminished by the water.
Daren could picture it sliding into him so easily.
It would start easily compared to a human cock, but the full breadth of Lilo would be a monstrous stretch if he filled Daren completely.
Daren shuddered at the thought and, as his right hand fondled Lilo beneath the water, he pried his left from the tangle of tentacles, and pulled one of Lilo’s hands around behind his back and down between his cheeks.
Lilo found his own way from there, exploring the crevice and eventually finding Daren’s tightly puckered opening. “Here?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Daren… want?” Lilo rubbed the tip of a finger against his hole.
This was madness. Dangerous? Lilo’s webbed fingers couldn’t even allow for normal probing. Though there were several other options—eight of them.
Well, nine.
Daren nodded but quickly added, “You need to be, um… slow? Stretch me open slowly.”
Lilo nodded in kind, his iridescent eyes sparkling as he smiled with all those fangs, and where his fingertip had brushed, one of the tentacle tips brushed next.
Daren’s cock throbbed, a little desensitized in the water, but he welcomed that, because the tentacle stroking him was doing so rhythmically, and the mere tease of what was about to happen might have made him come right then.
The tip breached him just slightly.
“Wait. This.” Daren stoked Lilo’s member more insistently, gathering whatever natural lubricant it seemed to be producing.
“Yes. Soon,” Lilo said.