CHAPTER 2
The way my mystery man’s tentacles slide over me and slip around my arms and my legs makes me shiver. One coils loosely around my throat, another grips my bun tight, pulling my head back, making me moan.
We’ve never spoken a word to each other, and he knows exactly how to make me writhe.
This is why I pick him every time I can. This is why he’s my favorite.
The tentacles at my hips grip tighter and and more tentacles spread me wide.
They slither inside of me, working me open and one of the suckers latches on to my clit, pinching.
God.
Everything he does to me is perfect.
Dozens of suckers kissing at my skin, he plays with me, pushing all the right buttons, until I’m squirming with the need for more.
I say, “Please,” even though I know he can’t hear me. I say, “yes,” as a tentacle balls inside of me, as if he can hear my encouragements as he prepares me for what comes next.
My Opodean lover draws me down onto his cock and I let my strangled whimper fly from my lips. The bot knows not to react anymore.
This is the part where I start to forget myself. This is the part where I start to want things I can’t have, where pleasure and chemicals make me long for a someday that doesn’t really exist.
Things like some day I’ll offer more than this anonymous use of my body.
Some day, I’ll go to my knees for him and drink his cum down… Some day, I’ll let it spill out and stain my chin and breasts.
Some day, I’ll let anyone who wants to see know that I’ve been fucking an Opodean and loving it.
But not yet.
I squeeze my thighs together, clenching myself even more tightly around him.
Even under all of the desire coursing through me, there’s a tiny sliver of fear. I acknowledge it and let the pleasure bury it again.
It feels like he has more tentacles than he should. They wrap around my ankles, pulling my legs wide. They cradle my ass and tummy as he lifts me off the floor.
He holds me like I’m a puppet, fucking me like I’m a toy, and I love every second of it.
I love every pinch and kiss, every thrust and tug. I want to be stretched and filled and he fulfills my every unspoken wish.
Eyes screwed shut, I fight his hold, even though I don’t want to. My body demands even more, but when the sucker latched onto my clit twists and pulls with an even sharper suction, I come so suddenly, it feels like I’m unravelling.
Shaking and shuddering through the bright pleasure of my own orgasm, I don’t register his until cum gushes down my legs.
Almost sad it’s over, I lean my head against his tentacles.
Some day I’ll be brave enough to ask for a face to face. I’ll know his name and I’ll know what he looks like as he comes inside of me.
Today… he gently lowers me to the floor, and one tentacle caresses my face before they all disappear.
Looking down, I press my lips together tightly. I’m going to need tall socks, just in case my pants ride up.
The bot had initially said these stains would last two to three days. I now know from experience, it’s at least six.
Looking back at the wall, even though he’s definitely not there, I say, “See you in five days.”