“I know, babe. I trust you.”
The endearment takes me off guard. It feels like a claiming of sorts. Not an “I love you” or the official start of a relationship, but the beginning of something else—something deeper.
I move in closer, until I’m directly behind Dean. He widens his knees until I can see the most intimate part of him. His puckered skin and lightly dusted hair is mesmerizing. I place my hands on his ass cheeks and ease them apart to see him better. “I enjoy looking at you.”
“Yeah? Do you enjoy being fully clothed while I’m lying here naked?”
I hear the jest in his voice. He’s telling a joke. But I do enjoy it.
“Yes. It is exciting to me. It makes me want to ravage you.”
He shudders. The involuntary movement is as sexy as his naked body. There’s something primal about it.
“That’s hot,” he says. “You could hold me down, you know. With your tentacles. To ravage me.”
“Is that a request, Dean Miller?”
He nods.
“And you will not think less of me if I give in to my… baser instincts? Because if I am breeding you, it will be harder for me to hold back.”
He lets out a shaky breath. “Good.”
I wrap a tentacle around each of his wrists to keep them in place. It’s a heady feeling to see him so powerless underneath me. It’s emotional too. Giving himself over to me is such an intimate act. It makes me feel incredibly close to him.
I wrap two tentacles around his ankles and splay one across his back to keep him down.
“You are mine,” I whisper.
“Yes. I’m yours.”
I slide a tentacle up and down his crease, smearing plenty of lubricant in my wake. His body is pliant and relaxed as I ease inside him. His surrender is complete in every way. Penetrating him like this is a kind of claim that I feel deep in my soul.
I take my time opening him up, first with the thinnest part of one tentacle, then coiling it deeper inside him, the way I’ve done before. He does nothing but lie there and whimper. I’m so attuned to his body that each sound from his mouth is like a loud exclamation. I withdraw the first tentacle and ease in with the second, spreading around more lubricant. When I enter him with both at the same time he lets out a soft moan.
Dean likes to take me deep. I plunge as deep as I dare to go. His fingers scrabble at the rug underneath us, and I worry I may have gone too far.
“Is it too much?” I ask.
He shakes his head. He opens his mouth silently, and it feels like a request. My tentacles respond before I can even registerit by bringing his wrists together. One of them holds him down, while the other enters his mouth. It forces itself all the way to his throat, almost choking him. I close my eyes as I savor the flavor of his mouth, his skin, and the deepest part of his body.
“You taste so good,” I say. “Like… home.”
I fuck him in earnest now, sucking on the skin of his wrists and ankles with a pressure I know will leave marks. I need to claim his skin, too. I slip the thinnest part of a third tentacle into his ass, and he tenses for just a moment. I almost ask if he wants me to stop, but he relaxes and pushes his hips back, his desire clear. He tenses again when I circle my last tentacle around his cock and tease his slit with my tip.
“Is that too much?” I ask.
He shakes his head again.
I have all of my tentacles inside him now, except for the ones holding him down. It’s euphoric to use every one of them to claim him. I rut my cock against his right ass cheek, and the delicious friction is wonderful.
“I’m going to breed you. Fill you up with my seed.” I love the way his body trembles at my words. It’s like my voice is another tentacle easing inside him. My body crests, and this time, I allow the bliss to surge through my tentacles, until they’re all thick with my release. Dean cries out as the tentacles inside him expand and dump my seed into him—his mouth, his slit, his ass. The ones in his ass expand again and again, pouring my essence into his gut. He claws at the ground, his knuckles turning white.
My release oozes over the floor where my tentacles were holding down his wrists and ankles. It’s everywhere. My dick spurts over his back, and I can’t help but cry out too. I’ve never experienced anything like it. My dad warned me that mating with someone was special—that it would make my heart yearn for them forever.
I collapse on top of him, desperate to be even closer. “I love you, Dean. I love you so much.”
The tentacle inside his mouth retreats because my heart needs to hear those words from him too. He gasps for a moment, then presses a kiss to the tentacle in question. “I love you too,” he rasps out. “God, that was amazing.”
I slowly withdraw from his ass. My release gushes out, pooling underneath us. I hold him tightly with all my tentacles and close my eyes. The lights of the Christmas tree still flicker beside us, our Christmas gifts to one another tucked underneath. This is the perfect ending to a perfect day.
“I guess Christmas will be our anniversary,” I say. “Now that we’re officially mates.”
He smiles. “I love that.”
I do too. The whole world will celebrate with us every year.
THE END
