Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
I bit down on my lip to prevent a moan. It was too soon to lose my shit, but holy hell, Walker having help made such a difference. This was also such a stark contrast to the scene we’d just left behind.
I counted six or seven tentacles slowly sliding up my body. Over my shoulder, across my hip, around my leg, up my throat…
Oh God.
I closed my eyes and arched my back.
I’d forgotten the extra miles Walker went to turn a fantasy into reality for me.
The lube came next. Lots of it, coating my stomach and chest, and the tentacles glided through the mess.
In the distance, music was playing again, the volume increasing by the second. No furious, industrial metal this time, but metal with a heavy, slow, seductive pull to it.
Even though I could tell that the tentacles were controlled by hands and fingers, Walker had made them realistic enough to let the fantasy sweep me away. I remembered exactly what the thick, soft tentacles looked like with their tiny suction cups, how the black and pale pink gleamed in the excess lube…
The thickest tentacle that’d circled my leg slithered between my thighs and toward my ass. I was all too happy to give it more access. I exposed my throat too, when a thinner tentacle circled my neck and slid up to my mouth.
Pleasure surged like wildfire when two things happened at once. My cock was engulfed in a tight, slick silicone sleeve, presumably a FleshJack, and the tip of the tentacle playing with my ass started vibrating. I moaned and turned into Master’s little monster whore, the one he’d told me so many times he loved and adored.
You have to be my Master again. I need you.
Regardless of how many men were here to assist him, I only saw Walker in my mind. He controlled every movement of the monster consuming me. My moans grew louder as each tentacle became greedier. They circled my nipples, they squeezed my balls, they choked me gently, they invaded my mouth, they fucked my ass, they held down my arms…and then they pulled my legs closer to my chest and parted my knees, serving up my ass on a platter for my Owner.
Fuck me, Master.
I whimpered and sucked on a tentacle, only to have it replaced by a hard cock. But the tentacle stayed in too. I didn’t know whose cock it was. Maybe Shay’s. I sucked and sucked and swirled my tongue around it, and I rolled my hips to meet the thrusts of the tentacle fucking me. Vibrating inside me.
Please, Master.
“Master…”
Someone gasped and moaned, and I knew it was Shay. I heard him. Then he cursed and pushed his cock into my mouth again, and seconds later, he was coating the roof of my mouth with his come.
“My darling little squid. Take everything for your Master.” Walker’s low voice set me on fire; it was all the permission I needed. Master, Master, Master. “Service his friends, too.”
Anything you say, Master.
He rewarded me with his big, perfect cock. Keeping the vibrating tip of the thick, wet tentacle against my perineum, he pushed his cock deep inside me—and he didn’t rob me of his sounds either. I’d missed those too. To hear the pleasure he took from me, to hear him lose control.
Master took me harder and faster. The tentacles held me in place.
Whoever controlled the FleshJack went faster too, to match Master’s pace.
I started panting. Something hot splashed against my chest before the cool water washed it away. Lane’s face entered my mind when the next cock pushed into my mouth, but it couldn’t be. He couldn’t be ready yet. Whoever it was—wait. Kit? If it wasn’t Lane, it had to be Kit. So soft and smooth, with no hair around his cock. I moaned and swallowed around him, cursing my need for air.
Master and I weren’t the only ones making sounds anymore. I heard groaning all around me, and my head swam. I was fucking delirious. The chokehold, the heavy breaths, the countless touches, the greedy rubbing. Men were coming, and they were coming on me. My cheeks, my neck, my chest. The monster coated itself and me in come, and I wasn’t ready for any of it to stop. But I couldn’t hold back.
The addictive buildup of pleasure stole me away and made me a willing captive in my body. I felt it everywhere. Tingling, rushing, pounding. Sucking Kit’s cock became almost background work to the sheer focus I put on Master’s movements. Even though I couldn’t see him, he was all I saw.
When Kit eventually pulled out and decided to come on my neck, the urgency doubled because instinct told me that this last moment belonged to only Master and me. And I was right. The tentacles went from restraining me to just stroking and slithering along my body. I locked my arms around Master’s neck and pulled him down, and then his warm lips were on mine.