Page 32 of Palaces and other Prisons
“Many farmers wear shorter tunics with pants. Some wear long ones and bundle them up between their legs.” The tip of his tentacle continued to explore the undergarment.
Dawson laughed. “That tickles. Your soldiers don’t wear pants.”
“They do when it gets cold enough. And some choose to wear very short pants beneath. Though not as short as the ones you are wearing.” He released Dawson. “Can you show me?”
Dawson’s cheeks turned sunrise pink, but he slid off Ul’s lap. “There’s nothing special about them.”
Ul waited for him to lift the knee-length tunic, even though he could do it himself. “Do you not want to take them off?”
“I do.” That was enough to encourage Dawson to lift the tunic and reveal a pair of dark grey underwear, as he called them. They were very small pants and very closely fitted. They seemed able to constrain his erection, as it formed a very nice ridge.
He crept a tentacle over Dawson’s thigh, enjoying the sensation of the hair tickling his skin, before reaching for the underwear. Ul glanced up at him, seeking permission.
Dawson continued to hold his tunic up. “My hands are rather busy.”
Ul used two tentacles to grab the waistband of the underwear. While there were no fastenings, the waistband was stretchy, and it was easy to pull them down, which freed Dawson’s cock, so it bounced and pointed toward him, as promised.
Without the water between them, it was much easier to appreciate his form, the veiny length of his shaft, and the smooth, dark head. He leaned forward and licked the tip, needing to taste him.
Dawson made a little noise, but otherwise, he didn’t move. When Ul took the head in his mouth, Dawson rocked forward.Ul wrapped his tentacles around Dawson’s legs, holding him in place so he could explore.
His suckers flexed against the human skin and hair, moving as though to kiss every inch of skin on his thighs, hips, and ass.
“Oh.” Dawson reached back and rested his hands on the edge of the desk, and the tunic fell down over Ul’s head
Ul caught it with his hand and pushed him back, so his ass rested there too, never releasing his cock. Now he was trapped, legs spread because of Ul’s knees, which gave the tips of his tentacles plenty of room to explore his balls and the tight puckered hole behind. He remembered being surprised by that the first time he’d mated with a human man.
No one had warned him they were so different.
He had been warned not to mate with human women.
After that, he had done his own research in the library, much the same as Dawson. He liked that he was curious enough to go looking for answers as best he could. In that they were the same.
Dawson gasped as the tip of one tentacle teased his hole. Ul took a little more of his length, sucking as his tentacles wrapped around his balls and the base of his cock. Ul pulled off and licked the tip of his tentacle that had been exploring his hole.
Dawson watched and eased his legs further apart while leaning back a little further, as if offering himself. Ul licked around the head of his cock, the scent and taste of his precum teasing his senses.
The tip of his tentacle slipped into Dawson’s hole. He gasped and bit his lip, his body tensing as if he wanted to thrust into Ul’s mouth. Another time, he might let him, but for the moment, he liked the way he was held in place for him to enjoy. He pressed deeper into him, his tentacle still no thicker than one of Dawson’s fingers as it moved inside him, sweeping over the sensitive places he remembered that humans had. The suckers inside and out fluttered over Dawson’s skin.
Dawson tensed again, and a drop of precum coated his tongue. He groaned. “If you keep going, I’m going to come.”
That was rather the point. His cock pushed fully out, slick and ready to be put to use. “I want to taste your spill, and then…” He worked his tentacle in Dawson’s hole, imitating fucking him. “I want to?—”
“Yes…oh fuck.” He seemed to really like it when his suckers kissed the crinkled skin on the outside of his hole.
It had always amused Ul that human men found such pleasure there and had no dedicated place for fucking. It was the same for every kind he knew of, which had male and female.
He licked along the length of Dawson’s cock and took his time tracing around the head while his tentacle gripped the base. Dawson tipped his head back. His cock pulsed as he came, spilling into Ul’s mouth. He swallowed, milking every drop and enjoying the way Dawson’s breath became short gasps.
With a gentle push, he encouraged Dawson to lie back on the desk. The human didn’t resist, not even when Ul lifted his legs and kept them spread with his tentacles. He ached for release. It had been so long since he’d been in another. He grasped his cock, collecting some of the slick on his branches. His tentacle slipped out of Dawson’s tight pink hole and was replaced with a branch and then a second. He fucked him, spreading the slick as human men made none of their own. Another oddity that he had grown used to when married.
“Where did you get lube?”
“It’s what enables my cock to come out.”
Dawson lifted his head and opened his mouth. “Never mind. Explain it later.” His head had barely touched the table before it lifted again. “I’m not going to get pregnant or lay eggs or anything?”
Ul laughed and withdrew his branches. “That is definitely not how it works. I will explain the pictures you saw in the library another time.”
