Page 34 of Tis the Season for Tentacles
I laugh. “Duly noted.”
Luna leads us to a booth selling some kind of hot spiced cider that tastes like a cross between apple and pear flavors. It’s sweet and a little bit tart, with a nice tang from the spices. While we take a little break, we savor the warm beverage and I’m relieved when I feel my nose and cheeks warm up.
After we resume our wandering, I spot something that immediately has me interested.
“Ooh! Can we go over there?” I ask everyone, pointing to my goal.
Sasha grins and reaches over to fist-bump me. “Right on, man! I used to do that all the time back in Chicago when I was a kid.”
“What exactly are they doing over there with those strange objects on their feet?” Najar asks.
I grin at him. “Ice skating.”
Chapter Eight
“Tentacles and Torment: Body Swapped”byFeliXFiles
Fandom: “The Tentacular Tales of Captain Starblade” by KirklovesSpock4eva
Tags: Lord Vardox, Captain Starblade, body swap, tentacles, 18+
Part 5 ofTentacles and Torment
Starblade stared at the tip of one of his tentacles as it started to secrete a copious amount of natural lubricant. The now sensitive appendage throbbed with arousal.
He never knew that Vardox’s tentacles felt like this.
Vardox—wearing Starblade’s form—smirked at him. “You don’t want to abandon this opportunity to experience things from my end, now do you? I can recognize the interest in your eyes.”
Starblade swallowed, feeling his cock pulse with desire. He took a hesitant step closer to the bed.
Vardox stroked his cock with one hand while continuing to finger his hole, eyeing Starblade with obvious anticipation.
Damn and blast!
He might be stuck in this body, but he didn’t have full control over it. It pulled him toward the other man, tentacles reaching out to touch.
“That’s it, darling,” Vardox purred. “Come and fuck this ass that wants my cock and tentacles so badly.”
Starblade’s shaky control snapped and he lunged for Vardox, ready to give him exactly what he wanted.
FELIX
Sasha and I eagerly pull the rest of our group over to the town’s equivalent of an outdoor skating rink.
We follow a queue of folks to rent some skates, although I quickly realize from looking at others around us that these aren’t like the ice skates on Earth. They actually seem to be contraptions that attach to the bottom of one’s footwear, like removable spike cleats for getting traction on the ice. On these attachable devices are double blades that support both sides of the foot rather than a single blade in the center. I’m sure they’ll take a little bit of getting used to, but I’m game to try.
“Are you from Vegas?” Sasha asks. “When did you learn to skate?”
I grin. “Nevada born and raised, but I used to play hockey as a kid. My gramps loved taking me to the indoor rinks.”
Najar tilts his head. “Gramps? What is that?”
“A nickname for my grandfather. He basically raised me along with my nana—my grandmother.”
Najar considers this before studying me with a solemn expression. “Did your parents die when you were young?”
I understand why he’s asking, especially since he was orphaned so young. It makes my heart hurt just thinking about Najar being without any family as a child.
