TAMMY #2
“What are you doing?” I gasped, torn between the exquisite pleasure of Cyro inside me and fascination with Kalith’s acrobatics.
“Creating a better viewing angle,” Kalith replied, his voice husky with desire. “And preparing something special.”
Cyro, irritated that my eyes weren’t on him, pulled away.
I gasped, protesting the loss of his body.
But before I could pull him back to me, Vantor was lifting me from the floor.
He’d been so steady at my back, a warm presence, his tentacles gently exploring my body.
Now, he carried me like I weighed nothing, moving me over to Kalith.
Vantor turned me around to face him, then lowered me down onto Kalith's waiting, engorged member—his true sex now, not the questing tentacle that had teased me before.
“Oh my god,” I gasped. The thick, pulsing organ began to swell inside of me. Slick gushed from my body. Even how tightly we fit together could not stop it from seeping outward. “Kalith, the fan can’t possibly support both of us.”
“The load-bearing capacity is adequate” he assured me, the slight mechanical echo in his voice betraying his arousal. “Plus, I am reinforcing us from below.”
I glanced down, finding two of his tentacles pressed into the carpet. That left only his shorter tentacle free to wrap around my waist. It wasn’t strong enough to help me ride him. So Vantor, hunger in his eyes, helped.
He guided my hips up and down with firm hands, his hazel eyes dark with need. “Show him how much you missed us,” Vantor commanded, his voice a low growl that vibrated through me.
They’d only been gone hours.
But I had grieved a life of possibilities in that time.
I let my head fall back, surrendering to the sensation of Kalith filling me completely.
The fan groaned above us but held. Cyro moved behind Kalith, wrapping his tentacles around the alien-turned-sex swing, and spread my thighs wider before the tip of one tentacle could find the swollen bead above my entrance.
He began rubbing my clit, slow circles at first, quickly speeding.
The combined sensations were almost too much - Kalith’s thickness stretching me from inside, the ceiling fan creaking dangerously above us, and Cyro’s expert tentacle working my most sensitive spot with maddening precision. My thighs trembled as pleasure built, coiling tighter with each movement.
“I missed you,” I gasped, my voice breaking as Vantor guided my hips left and right, then back and forth, instead of up and down. The new motion made Kalith’s eyes roll back and the orgasm that had been building crested. “I missed you all so much!” My words became a cry of pleasure.
The fan wobbled precariously as Kalith’s tentacles tightened around the blades, his knot swelling inside of me.
I was locked so tightly to him now that Vantor could no longer move me.
So, he moved to my breasts, massaging and kneading them, pulling at the nipples and even ducking his head down to nip.
I wanted to cry out in ecstasy. This was everything. Kalith’s body vibrated beneath me, behind me, inside me. Cyro continued his maddening, wonderful attention to my clit. I could die of pleasure, right then and there, suspended from a fan by one alien while two more worshiped my body.
“I can’t take this anymore,” Vantor growled, his own alien cock lengthening, hardening. He used one of his free tentacles to stroke down his length and it was such a human male thing to do that I found myself staring.
A different tentacle reached out, the tip pressing beneath my chin, urging my gaze upward.
Vantor. Suddenly, he was doing what seemed like a cartwheel, flipping his body upside down, four tentacles below to stabilize him, two upward pressing against the ceiling.
With another tentacle, he directed his engorged reproductive length toward my mouth.
Did he know what we called this on Earth?
Or did he just see another hole waiting to be filled?
The tentacle tip that had been on my chin traced higher, slipping across my lip.
I opened for him without hesitation and he pushed his manhood inside. He was salty and sweet.
As Kalith’s knot began to deflate—yet still spread me deliciously wide, causing wonderful pressure—Vantor took my mouth, his thick length sliding between my lips.
Cyro worked me toward another climax. I shook uncontrollably, feeling like I’d fall apart from the trembling.
The ceiling fan creaked ominously above us, but I was too lost in pleasure to care if the whole thing came crashing down.
When I could finally be freed of Kalith’s amazing cock, Vantor pulled himself from my mouth, leaving behind flavors of ocean water and sugar. He spun again, standing upright, and he pulled me away from his alien brother.
With ease, he carried me toward the sofa.
I sucked in a breath when he spun me around, pressing my back against his chest. He lowered us both onto the cushions.
My juices were heavy, soaking against his now human legs, dripping down tentacle sections that appeared past his knees, pooling onto the sofa below.
He held his throbbing member with a human hand, then wrapped a tentacle firmly around my middle to lift me.
In seconds, his bulbous tip pressed into my wet entrance.
He sheathed inside me slowly, carefully, and I arched my head, pressing it into his shoulder.
I gasped as he filled me, thick and insistent.
They were huge, and I hadn’t given any thought to the physics of how they fit themselves inside of my smaller body, but none of that mattered.
Cyro moved in front of me, his lavender eyes dark with need. He knelt, his tentacles caressing my face, my neck, my breasts. Behind him, I watched Kalith lower himself from the ceiling and collapse into a satisfied heap on the carpet.
I lost track of time as Vantor and Cyro pleasured me in perfect coordination. Cyro’s tentacles exploring every sensitive spot on my body that he could reach. Vantor kissing my neck as his knot locked into place, hot seed spilling moments later.
Caresses.
The whisper of suckers against my skin.
Thrusts. Moans. Bubbling sighs of ecstasy.
By the time Cyro withdrew his reproductive appendage from my still slick body, I was completely spent. The sofa was beyond salvation, soaked with our combined fluids. Every muscle in my body ached deliciously, and I couldn’t stop smiling.
“That was...” I panted, unable to find words adequate enough to describe what had just happened.
My alien trio also didn’t know what to say.
It was only heavy breathing filling the air, and the musk of our pack scent. Saltwater. Sunflowers. Marshland. Coconut. Lemonade. Everything bright, and warm, and wonderful.
My Alphas from another world shifted, gathering around me, tentacles—with no ulterior motive other than touching me, affirming I existed—found a resting place upon my prone body.
Everything was so peaceful.
And then the ceiling fan came crashing down, slamming against the carpet.
Kalith’s engineering pride instantly deflated, his tentacles drooping as he stared at the shattered remains of the fan. “I may have miscalculated the load-bearing capacity,” he admitted sheepishly.
I couldn’t help it—I burst out laughing. The sound bubbled up from deep in my chest, pure joy breaking through the haze of post-orgasmic bliss. Everything about this moment was so perfectly, wonderfully us.
Alien tentacle sex followed by property damage.
Maybe that would be how our future always played out: breakage often following something joyful. Honestly, I was okay with that.
We moved to the bedroom, leaving the busted ceiling fan behind, a problem for tomorrow. Vantor carried me, because my legs wobbled too much. I was fighting sleep yet again by the time he lowered me onto the bed, and they wrapped their bodies around me.
“Tell me again,” I murmured, fighting the drowsiness that threatened to pull me under. “Tell me you’re staying.”
Their tentacles tightened around me in unison, and in their arms, I felt safer than I had in my entire life.
“Until our hearts stop beating,” Vantor promised.
“Until the stars burn out,” added Kalith.
“Until molecular entropy claims the universe itself,” Cyro concluded.
Their promises wrapped around me like their tentacles, sealing me in warmth and security as I gave into dreamland.
They had traveled across the stars, abandoned their home world, chosen to fake their deaths—all for me.
And I had given them Earth, given them Sunflower Hills Ranch, given them myself.
I didn’t know if it was a fair exchange. I hoped they wouldn’t regret it.
No. They wouldn’t.
They were home. I was home. We were home.