Page 18 of Beneath the Surface (Tendrils of Love #1)
B rilliant flashes of white light, soon followed by a kaleidoscope of colors, began to “pop” behind his closed eyes like a cascade of tiny, bursting stars.
He could feel the enigmatic presence of the entity within his mind, as if it were an insatiable void, devouring his aura and hungrily siphoning every spark of pleasure to feed its voracious appetite, while simultaneously feeding sensations of pleasure back into Quinn.
A sudden, shivering orgasm gripped him with an intensity that resonated through the very core of his being.
His body convulsed, a ripple of shudders cascading down his spine as he released into the plush, inviting petal mouth.
A soft, involuntary gasp escaped his lips, a quivering echo of the overwhelming sensation.
His breath came in stuttered, uneven bursts, while the mouth—and the multitude of smaller mouths nested within its depths—drew the essence from his pulsating member with relentless, rhythmic suction.
The sensation culminated in a slick, audible pop as the mouth disengaged from his cock, causing him to jerk involuntarily. The tentacle withdrew with a languid grace, joining its companion near his face, leaving him in a state of breathless, lingering ecstasy.
Quinn gazed glassy-eyed at the delicate petal mouth as it hovered momentarily in front of him, its ethereal beauty captivating his senses.
The velvety petals, tinged with a soft blush, brushed gently across his own lips with a featherlight touch.
He parted his mouth, an unspoken invitation, and the petal mirrored his action, parting its own lips with an almost sentient grace.
The petals adhered to Quinn’s face, forming a seamless, intimate connection.
A sinuous tongue-like tendril slithered into his mouth with a serpentine elegance, teasing and entwining with his tongue, caressing the sensitive roof of his mouth, and slipping effortlessly into his throat.
A faint taste lingered on the tendril, a vestige of his own essence, as it sensually navigated the back of his tongue and descended into his throat with a deliberate tenderness, exploring the depths of his throat canal with a sensual thrusting rhythm.
“Mmm…” Quinn moaned softly, a sound of both pleasure and surrender, as he captured the tendril, drawing it against the top of his mouth with a gentle suction, savoring the intimate, otherworldly interaction.
Both thick, slick tentacles shivered, quivering against Quinn’s body like a gentle tremor, and the multicolored kaleidoscope of lights inside his mind intensified, each hue igniting and swirling in a dazzling display akin to a Fourth of July extravaganza.
The creature’s internal presence swelled, a tidal wave of emotion and joy nearly bursting within Quinn, overwhelming him with such intensity that tears welled up, spilling over and cascading down his cheeks like a river of liquid emotion.
Quinn found himself at the bottom of the lake, the transition so seamless that he hadn't even registered the creature's gentle pull drawing him below the surface.
The petal that had been nestled at his lips detached, and in its place, a slender, smaller tendril slid smoothly down his throat, coiling gently in his lungs, feeding him life beneath the surface.
The soft, silty lakebed quivered and rippled beneath him, its fine particles shifting like a living tapestry.
The silky mud was gently disrupted as an array of tentacles, varying in length and girth, writhed against the lake's floor, their smooth, sinuous forms creating intricate patterns as they moved.
They cradled his nude body with a tender, rhythmic embrace, like a pulsating bed that seemed to breathe with a quiet life of its own.
Thick, robust tentacles began to intertwine in the water above him, their smooth surfaces glistening with a slick sheen as they slithered in and around one another.
They wove together intricately, forming a shape akin to that of a large adult man.
Quinn watched with wide-eyed fascination as the tentacled mass descended gracefully through the murky depths of the lake, casting shifting shadows as it moved.
It settled down against him with a gentle, almost comforting weight.
The multiple "heads" of the creature nuzzled his face, neck, and hair with a strangely tender touch.
Their mouths opened to suckle at his throat, plant soft "kisses" on his lips, and explore the depths of his mouth.
The sensation was exquisitely intimate, leaving Quinn in a state of mesmerized wonder.
Quinn reciprocated the affection with fervor, inviting one of the probing tongues into his mouth, where he sucked on the appendage eagerly, almost greedily.
His hands began a tentative exploration of the "body" that was softly writhing atop him, his fingertips delicately weaving through the ever-shifting folds of the tentacles.
A tingle spread through him at the touch of their slippery, gelatinous texture, the "skin" both alien and fascinating to his senses.
Additional tentacles unfurled from the gelatinous mass, wrapping around Quinn like sinuous arms, pulling him ever closer to the undulating entity.
His legs instinctively wrapped around the mound of slick, glistening muscle, his arousal reigniting as his member slid between the slick, weaving tendrils.
Deep within the maze of tentacles, an opening blossomed like a flower, and Quinn’s shaft slipped inside.
This intimate "cave" was a snug, gripping passage, its inner walls rhythmically contracting and releasing, creating a rippling sensation up and down Quinn’s throbbing stem.
A profound, inner moan surged through Quinn, manifesting as a shudder that rippled through his entire being and extended into the creature. The creature responded with its own rippling quiver, as if echoing Quinn's sensations.
The opening was unlike the petal mouth; it resembled a muscular cavern that gripped his shaft, releasing a slick, viscous lubricant that eased his movements.
Quinn let out a whimper around the slender tendril that occupied his throat, his hands desperately clutching the creature's form.
His hips, acting on instinct, moved with an undeniable urgency, thrusting him deeper into the enveloping cavern.
A muffled, underwater whimper escaped Quinn as a thick, sinewy tentacle slipped between his ass cheeks, probing his entrance with an insistent curiosity.
Smaller, ribbony tendrils unfurled gracefully from the tip, like delicate underwater dancers, and began to swim their way inside him.
He shivered internally as the filaments spiraled up his anal passage, their gentle caress teasing the tender walls of his sensitive chamber, creating a symphony of sensations that reverberated through his body.
His member swelled within the snug embrace of the muscle cocoon, which contracted with such intensity around his shaft that it was almost painful as he drove in deeper and more forcefully.
He relished the constricting grip, the slick warmth, the way the intimate sanctuary seized his throbbing flesh with an insatiable hunger.
The tentacle at his rear mirrored the path of the filaments within, the thick, muscular tip pressing insistently against the taut ring of muscle.
It stretched Quinn open, inch by inch, widening his passage with a deliberate persistence.
Quinn clawed at the undulating mass, his fingers sinking into its slick, pliant flesh.
His body arched involuntarily, yielding to the invasive pressure as the formidable tentacle plunged deep into his core, claiming every inch of space within.
The sinuous “arms” encircling him coiled with increasing intensity, their grip tightening like a vice around his body.
The serpentine heads of the writhing creature found their mark, one fastening onto his throat with a firm, almost predatory grip, while another deftly captured his tongue.
The entire pulsating mass moved with a hypnotic rhythm, the thick tentacle thrusting in and out of Quinn's body in a dance that seemed to echo and respond to his every motion— fucking Quinn back with a passion, a need, a want that turned Quinn’s mind and soul inside out.