He’d thought that when all the tentacles were gone he’d be like a science fair volcano, but no. It came out in waves, likely due to how deep it’d been buried in his body. All the while, Tsunis made sure Casey’s asshole remained gaped wide.
Slowly, the tension on his bladder subsided until only a sweet, sweet pressure against his prostate remained.
When the flow stopped coming as easily, Tsunis dipped low, filling the hole with their bestial tongue.
“Fuck!” Casey groaned, bucking his hips, his forgotten cock sick of being ignored. His hands flew to Tsunis’ hair.
At this rate, he would not survive the torture.
Chapter Seventeen
Tsunis
Pre-cycle slick poured from Casimir’s gaped hole, coating Tsunis’ tentacles, dripping low, teasing their bottom hole. The thick fluid flowed from their mate in waves, slowly draining from Casimir’s adorable, inflated pouch.
Tsunis could play with their pretty nymphaiia for hours, days, weeks, but it was Casimir’s first time. If they had any hope for him to take the massive number of eggs that were expelled during Tsunis’ cycle, there was much more preparation in their future.
Still, they could not deny themself a little more play.
They plundered Casimir’s depths with their prehensile tongue, using a scooping motion to encourage more slick from their mate’s supple body. In the end, Tsunis had to press on hisdeflating pouch to persuade his greedy innards to release the slick.
Casimir’s noises were a symphony like none other. Their human mate’s thin pre-release liquid dribbled over the tentacle Tsunis had wrapped around the base of his shaft. Tsunis used Casimir’s little mess to stroke the silken shaft, tracing the heart-shaped underside of its tip. This earned them another round of mellifluous mewls, which Tsunis could not resist harmonizing with their own primal growls.
On cold and desolate nights, Tsunis had secretly imagined having a mate. The moondream swam in the depths of their mind even when they’d accepted that it wasn’t their destiny.
The music Tsunis and Casimir made together, it was beyond anything they could have imagined.
After some prodding, Tsunis felt the final flood meet the barrier of their tongue. It would be a large one. Slowly, they retreated, and nothing in the 700 seas of Glacis could rip their eyes from the absolute vision before them.
Slick waterfalled from Casimir’s tight hole, thick and heavy, teasing the tentacles that held Casimir wide. Casimir’s clear release joined the puddle of slick as Tsunis pumped his cock. By the change in his cadence, he was close, but Tsunis watched until the final drop of slick was expelled.
“Oh, Casimir. So breathtaking.” Tsunis watched Casimir’s pretty hole clench and ripple over nothing, clearly displeased with the emptiness. “Glacia herself could not have envisioned a more pleasing sight.”
As the cavernous dark of Casimir’s hole pulsated to the rhythm of Tsunis’ spirit song, one thing became clear. Casimir would bear Tsunis’ eggs. Tsunis was sure of it. His body craved it so badly, there was no chance it would not work.
Satisfied all the slick was gone, Tsunis released their grip on the yawned hole. The band of muscle contracted. It took its sweet time to do so, and showed much reluctance, cementing Tsunis’ belief that their mate would need filling as much as possible, his belly bulged, all in the name of preparation.
Tsunis dragged their heavily lidded gaze up. Their breath hitched at the sight of Casimir, a human carved by the goddess herself. He was muscular and yet soft, and bliss radiated from him like his spirit song seeped from his pores. His large hand cupped his empty abdomen in the most loving way; it nearly made tears bleed from Tsunis’ soul.
Instead, they smirked and placed a webbed hand over his, wrapping the other around Casimir’s stiff, leaking cock.
“You wish to be bred, don’t you?” Tsunis cast a glance to Casimir’s hole, still fluttering sweetly. “The idea of being so full of my eggs excites you.”
“E-eggs?”
“Yes. When my cycle comes, my slick will not be so slick. It will be thick with little pearls.” Which was a pretty way of saying thousands of tiny eggs would shoot deep into his body, a full clutch of offspring.
This was not the right time to explain such things, so Tsunis softened the epiphany by tonguing Casimir’s cock.
“Oh, fuck! Tsunis!”
Casimir sang their name in a melody of moans. Using their widened jaw, Tsunis easily swallowed Casimir’s cock whole. With a decent amount of suction, they flattened their tongue, letting it loll out to tease the sac that held Casimir’s seed captive.
Strong hands grasped either side of Tsunis’ head, and they allowed it, staying utterly still as Casimir fucked their face, rubbing through their hidden row of gills in rapid succession.
Tsunis hummed in satisfaction as the first salty taste of Casimir’s release hit their tongue. Casimir’s hips stilled, and Tsunis took over, forcing the throbbing shaft deep, swallowing over the tip as it exploded precious nectar down Tsunis’ throat.
“Tsunis.”
