Page 52 of Six Stingers Stinging
“You really do need help behaving, don’t you?” Kekoa murmured, and two more tentacles exited from their fingers to torment me. “So naughty.”
“Gah…”
“Always breaking rules,” Lani tsked.
“But…” I stammered, blowing out a breath while struggling to focus. “What rule?”
“The ones we’d have told you if you weren’t in such a hurry to break them before we got that far,” Lani said, shaking his head at me. “It’s a shame too.”
“Why’s that?” I moaned as tentacles caressed my nipples while another cupped my balls.
“It really is,” Kekoa replied, grinning devilishly at me. “We had such big plans for you too.”
“P-plans?”
“Oh yeah,” Lani hissed, sweeping my hair back so he could kiss my neck.
When the hell had he moved?
Kekoa’s eyes were mesmerizing, and those tentacles were every-fuckin’-where. They stroked my shaft, massaged my balls, and even caressed my perineum, ghosting over my entrance until I wasn’t sure if the sky was spinning or it was just mythoughts. Lani’s teeth grazed the back of my neck, and his fingers joined Kekoa’s tentacles in tormenting me.”
“T-thought you w-wanted a ride?” I managed to grit out. ”
“Oh, I do,” Kekoa said, tentacles contracting.
Little pinpricks of pleasure shot through me as my cock twitched.
“Mmm, now that’s hot,” Kekoa murmured, gliding a tentacle over the tip and making me shudder as they collected the precum that welled up.
The way it teased my slit as their grin widened, right before the tip of his tentacle slid just inside my urethra. When I’d told him I’d been curious about sounding but was somewhat put off by the thought of having metal inserted in a very sensitive place, I never pictured this as an alternative. Now we were in the moment, and I was all in as their tentacle pressed deeper. I couldn’t take my eyes off it as they withdrew it until it was almost out, then slid back down, down, down.
Shuddering, I let my head fall back to rest on Lani’s shoulder as a low groan wormed its way up my throat. I already wanted to come, and they were barely getting started. Kekoa’s answer to that? Tighten the hold their tentacles had on my balls.
“Is this what you hoped for?” Kekoa asked.
“Gah… y-yeah, s-so much more.”
“I’m turned on just watching him tentacle-fuck your cock,” Lani muttered.
Lani’s words, the slow glide, and Kekoa’s toxins made both the inside of my cock and my balls tingle like, oh god, their tentacles found my prostate as the others released the hold they had on my sack. There were at least six stingers stinging me in the best possible way as the tentacle in my cock tapped my prostate again.
Once, twice, I came on the third touch, their tentacle only allowing for the thinnest spurt of cum to escape as they drewout my orgasm, milking me from within with every prod of their tentacle in the slowest, most profoundly pleasurable, and longest-lasting orgasm of my life.
By the time that tentacle withdrew, I was a limp, quivering mess, as boneless as my mate in their jellyfish form as they laid me in the sand. Their grins and their giggles as Lani gripped Kekoa’s hair and started tongue-fucking them, they were putting on a hell of a show for my benefit when there was no way in hell I could join in. Laying there, listening to them moan and make out, rough and messy, gasping, groping, as Lani fell backward in the sand, Kekoa on top of him, grinding.
I had the perfect view of Kekoa sinking onto Lani’s cock as he guided it inside of them, Kekoa’s ass right there, slick glistening on their hole.
When had Lani prepped them?
The tube of lube lay in the shadow of our surfboards, the new turquoise and purple one we’d surprised Kekoa with waiting to be ridden, though they were more interested in riding Lani with slow, sensual movements as they sat up, head thrown back, fingers and tentacles caressing their body while Lani’s hand rested on their thigh, rubbing slow circles, up, down, over, until a fingertip brushed Kekoa’s cock and made them cry out.
My cock gave a twitch, then another when Kekoa cast a look over their shoulder and locked gazes with me. Filled with heat and desire, shimmering with need and sunlight, smoldering.
Fuck yeah.
I palmed my cock, so sensitive it was almost painful, not slick enough to stroke until I lunged for the lube. Kekoa hissed, whined, and cried outmore,over and over, until I was hard enough to crawl up behind them, straddle Lani’s legs, and enter our mate with one long, smooth thrust.
I could feel Lani through Kekoa’s walls, their chant ofyes, yes, yesdrowning out the waves. Bucking, they tried to rockbetween us until I pressed my hand to their shoulder, gripped their hip, and thrust, taking over the movements for all of us.
Between the blissed-out look on Lani’s face and Kekoa’s cries as their walls clenched around me, I understood now why my mates had insisted on making me come first. Their little game of tag had left me firmly in the driver’s seat. I was it, and it was my job to get them the pleasure they currently chased.
Short, sharp thrusts interspersed with deep, rolling ones soon had us all teetering on the edge, then Kekoa let out a low, keening wail, trembling, tentacles extending, waving, wrapping, pinning me against their body until I bucked, hard. Lani grunted, and Kekoa shuddered, crying out as they came. None of us were capable of moving as we came down from that euphoric high, not with our jellyfish’s tentacles clinging and keeping us locked together.
Holy mother of orgasms! Talk about happy holidays and a very merry, tentacular Christmas to us.
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