That Ebbie came to him willingly added fuel to the intense fire already burning within Gorg. He reached for Ebbie’s mouth, kissing him hard, his tongue sweeping into Ebbie’s mouth, demanding, needing, and Ebbie met his tongue in a duel that was fought with saliva and desire.
He braced himself over Ebbie’s body, one hand on each side holding him up, while his tentacles explored every inch, every crevice of Ebbie’s body. One curled gently around Ebbie’s erection, pulsing delicately. Another slipped between Ebbie’s legs and probed for the small hole he knew lay there.
He would not take Ebbie raw, unprepared. That was not his purpose. Gorg wanted to make love to Ebbie, to mate with him, and he was going to make sure it was the best sex Ebbie had ever experienced when he did it.
His tentacle produced moisture that slicked the little hole, and then adapted its size to fit, and pushed in.
“Fuck!” Ebenezer whispered. “You’re fucking inside me.”
“Do you want me to stop? I am preparing you for my cock.”
“No, don’t stop! It feels good. So fucking good!”
Gorg kissed him again, just as deeply and fiercely as the first time, and curled his tentacle to reach Ebbie’s prostate.
Ebbie’s pelvis pushed upward, rubbing his cock against Gorg’s, grunting his pleasure.
Yes, yes, that was the sound of a well-satisfied man. That was the sound he wanted Ebbie to make.Gorg thought. “Moan for me. Tell me what you want.”
“I want your fucking cock inside me!” Ebenezer moaned. “The tentacle is fucking fabulous, but I want to feel your hard dick in my ass.”
“Lift your legs.” Gorg pulled his tentacle out and used two others to help Ebenezer position his legs up and bent at the knee, spread wide to expose his hole.
Then Gorg pushed his cock into Ebenezer’s body, forcing himself to take it easy, to go slow, pushing past the ring of muscle already loosened and slicked by the tentacle. Gorg’s cock was not small, and he made sure Ebenezer felt every inch of it as he drove it inside.
Once he was fully seated in Ebenezer, he began to move, thrusting in and out, crying out his own pleasure as it built within him.
Then it came, his climax, a force so powerful that it rocked him to his very soul. It was Renewal, it was mating, and his cock swelled within Ebenezer, knotting him. The shock was almost too much — he’d never expected it.
Ebenezer worked his own cock, gasping and grunting until at last he cried out, his hot come painting streaks against Gorg’s stomach.
Gorg’s arms trembled from the force of his orgasm, his entire body aching with sweet release. He knew that within Ebenezer’s body, his cock had knotted and would not allow them to part for several minutes.
“What is that? It feels amazing,” Ebenezer whispered. His voice was hoarse, and yet somehow still needy despite his recent orgasm.
“We are knotted,” Gorg said. “Do your people not knot when they mate?”
“I have no idea what that is, but please don’t stop! I think I’m going to come again.” Ebenezer’s hand reached for his cock, working it again, stroking it.
“Come for me. Come again and again. The smell of your orgasm is sweet, and the taste of your come is salty.” Gorg said. He dipped the tip of one of his tentacles in a puddle of come on Ebenezer’s stomach then licked it.
“Oh, God! I’m coming!” Ebenezer cried out again, back arching as he came.
Gorg waited until Ebbie’s climax ebbed, then kissed him again, tenderly this time, with all the sweetness and gentleness he could muster. “Be still now. Just be still.”
He could see the moment Ebbie grew boneless, lying there enveloped in a post-coital ecstasy hangover.
After another few moments, he felt his cock begin to relax, the knot releasing its hold on Ebbie. He slid out of Ebbie’s body, flaccid, and about as well-satisfied as a male could be.
Soon, the changes would begin. He knew it, could feel it in his bones. It happened on his planet every Renewal — males would sometimes bond with other males or females with females, and nature demanded changes in the physicality of one of them be made, and always after knotting. Knotting only happened when true mates were found.
He knew Renewal mating rituals would hold true with a lover who was not a Jizmite but had been too overcome with lust to think about the ramifications of knotting. Plus, he’d become so convinced it would never happen for him that he hadn’t given it a thought.
He would need to explain all of this to Ebbie. He just wondered how well his beautiful human lover would take the news. He couldn’t wait too long — the changes would begin almost immediately, and the secret would be out.
His Ebbie, Ebenezer Splooge, was pregnant.
Chapter 7
