Maybe there was something wrong with me.
Because I wanted those inside me. On me. Around me. Wanted to feel the suckers leave hickeys all over my dick. Wanted to rut between them and let them squeeze and squeeze and squeeze and?—
“Uhhhh.” All thoughts left my head. Brain officially on vacation. No communicado. Because Roark’s tentacle-dicks weretouchingme now. Threading around my cock. Suckers pulling at the skin, just like I’d wanted. “Uhh,” I gasped again,throat bobbing as I tossed my head back against the sheets. Roark’s cocks threaded tighter around my own.
They felt almost feverish, they were so warm. Far wetter than they appeared as they squelched anaughtysound, suckers pulling at my dick in a rhythmic pulse. A steady beat throbbed as they toyed with me. What was better though, was the way Roark rutted against my body, his teeth bared.
All his usual control was gone.
And instead, he was a beast looking to breed.
Fat tentacles overwhelmed my dick, slurping me deep inside their tight, sticky embrace as my brain melted out my ears. It was about that point that I realized why the hell people had been obsessed with sex since the beginning of time.
Pink alien dick was officially the best thing that had ever happened to me.
There was no way in hell this would be the only time we did this.
Nuh-uh.
Our hips slapped together and my toes curled. Roark’s smaller tendrils twisted tighter around my groin, creeping into my crease. They wanted to scout out the new territory. For the first time in my life I didn’t have the brain power to process what was going on. All my atoms felt spread thin.
I came a second time with a howl the moment one of the tiny fingerlike tendrils circled my hole, clenching down tight as Roark’s left cock sucked my cum out through my slit with its suckers.
A few more desperate thrusts later and Roark came too. I could tell because the corded muscles in his neck tensed as he did so, his breath leaving him in a drawn-out hiss as fluid slicked up my twitchy, overstimulated dick. There was so fucking much of it. It soaked my belly and thighs, and clung to my leg hair.It was the first time I’d seen him orgasm. I got the feeling he’d never done this with anyone else, despite his enthusiasm.
The tendrils at my hole retreated to my relief and disappointment.
Even though they were no longer so insistent, Roark’s cocks remained hard enough to wiggle, stroking through the fiery hair at the base of my dick, petting over my balls and shaft like they wanted to taste the sweat and feel its texture. His balls were heavy against my own.
There wasn’t a hair on Roark’s entire body, so I could understand their curiosity.
Damn.
Cocks with their own motivation.
Holy shit.
This was amazing.
This was all so amazing.
Everything about this.
Roark purred, that happy pleased rumble he only used when he knew he’d done something I liked.
Then he flopped down beside me, careful not to squash me with his bulk as his tendrils untwisted from my wrists and began stroking them tenderly, bringing them down my body and rubbing the circulation back into them. Both his hands reformed and he petted over my chest, giving each of my nipples a cursory pinch. They didn’t stay there long, however, diving low to cup my messy dick and balls together in his massive hand, claws tapping at my perineum before he withdrew and gently pulled my pants back over my limp dick.
I felt wrung out, exhausted and mind-blown, visions of tentadicks meaty and dexterous flashing behind my lids as I turned to him and sleepily reached out to lay a hand on his giant squishy pec. I groped it and he barked out another soft laugh,though his hand moved to cup the back of mine, and he held me in place. I didn’t even care that I was sticky, I was so happy.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
I could feel twin heartbeats resonating through his body as I flashed him a sleepy sated grin, and he smiled right back. Twin hearts, to match his twin dicks.
Symmetry.
“You’re a fucking genius,” I told him, even though I knew he wouldn’t understand. “A sex wizard.”