Kalith #3
“Your biochemical signals indicate heightened arousal,” Cyro observed, the liquid echo creeping into his voice the way it did when his emotions ran strong. His tentacles pulsed with waves of pastel light that matched the rhythm of Tammy’s quickening heartbeat.
“You’re reading my pheromones again, aren’t you?” she asked, but there was no accusation in her tone—only a breathless anticipation.
“Your scent has intensified,” Vantor confirmed, his normally precise voice deepening to a rumble that vibrated through the water around us. “It calls to a primitive code in our biology.”
My shorter tentacle, seeming to possess a will independent from my conscious control, traced delicate circles across the sensitive skin just below Tammy’s rib cage.
Her resulting shiver transmitted through all my touch receptors simultaneously, creating a feedback loop of sensation that made my own breathing falter.
“I have analyzed and repaired countless mechanical systems across seventeen planets,” I told her, watching her pupils dilate further at my words, “but nothing compares to the complexity and beauty of your human form.”
“Your tentacles—” she whispered, arching slightly as Cyro’s appendage traced the curve of her hip— “how are they so silky? They look like they’d be rough.”
I watched as Cyro pressed and lifted a row of suckers to her skin, leaving behind red marks. I knew they would feel warm to her, tingly even.
“That’s amazing.” Tammy fluttered fingers over where Cyro’s suckers had pressed into her body.
I wanted to touch her.
Wrap every one of my tentacles around her luscious body. Touch her gently with my smaller tentacle that had caused me grief growing up yet didn’t seem to bother Tammy at all.
And I wanted to sink into her body.
Reproductive organ disappearing into the mystery of her own sexual cavity.
The water around us began to warm, our collective body heat transforming the trough into a veritable hot spring.
It reminded me of the volcanic vents near the colony of my youth.
We would all gather there, normal pursuits paused, when experts forecasted an active eruption day.
There was nothing quite so relaxing as bathing in the scorching, mineral rich waters emitted from those lava chutes.
But we were not home in a volcanic vent field. We were on Earth. We were in Kansas. We were at Sunflower Hills. And currently we lounged inside a circular, water-holding vessel meant for horses.
Steam rose in delicate wisps around Tammy’s exposed shoulders, giving her an otherworldly appearance in the moonlight.
I wanted so badly to touch every part of her.
I wanted to feel the way my tentacles would slip across her slick skin.
I wanted to use my human shaped hands to trail fingers down between those legs which supported her shapely body.
“We could pleasure you in ways no human male could comprehend,” Cyro murmured, his tentacles glowing brighter as they slid higher along her thighs. “Three minds, twenty-four tentacles for exploration, three appendages for penetration, all devoted to your satisfaction.”
“However you wish to be touched, we will oblige. Everywhere, all at once.” I added, beginning to harden with need.
A laugh bubbled up from Tammy’s throat—not mocking, but joyful, genuine. “Careful, I only have so much body to go around,” she said, reaching out to trace a finger along one of my primary tentacles, sending electric shivers chasing down my limbs. “But… you three can have all of it.”
Vantor, never one to waste words, simply tightened his grip fractionally, his tentacles pulsing with deep crimson waves that betrayed his growing arousal. “We should relocate to a more appropriate, secure venue,” he suggested, his gaze never leaving Tammy’s face.
“And this livestock hydration receptacle is structurally inadequate for what I envision,” I breathed out.
“Where does your species go for matters of mating?” Cyro asked, his human, lavender eyes turning more metallic by the second. “Shall we go to the stables or pasture? Do humans follow similar breeding habits?”
The raw need in his voice made my own reproductive appendage shift uncomfortably within its protective sheath, eager for release. From Cyro’s increasingly intense bioluminescence, I could tell he was experiencing similar biological imperatives.
Tammy’s eyes darted between us, her breath coming in short gasps now as tentacles continued their exploration of her suspended body. The decision crystallized in her expression—a surrendering to desire that made her entire being seem to glow from within.
“We’re not horses. So, no. We aren’t going to have mind-blowing sex on a pile of hay.
” She bit her lower lip, eyes roving over our three forms. We waited, nine hearts beating sluggishly, minds both able and unable to accept what was about to happen.
It seemed so unreal, like crash-landing on this ranch and everything that happened after had just been a joint, lucid dream.
“My bedroom,” she finally whispered, the invitation unmistakable in her voice. “Now.”