Page 19 of Beneath the Surface (Tendrils of Love #1)
Q uinn was engulfed in a haze of ecstasy that transcended human comprehension, a sensation so intense it seemed beyond the realm of possibility. Every microbe of his being—physical, mental, spiritual—was being absorbed by this mystical entity as it enveloped Quinn, body and soul.
The creature's presence was slick and sticky, wrapping around him with an overwhelming power that was impossible to escape.
It seeped into every pore, every crevice of his form, its pulsating rhythm resonating through him as it entered him repeatedly—plunging deep into his very core—producing a paradoxical experience that was at once numbing and electrifying, leaving him suspended between euphoria and oblivion.
The water rippling around them was thick with an otherworldly energy that pulsed in harmony with the creature's presence.
Nestled on the lakebed, far below the shimmering surface, Quinn was enveloped in an embrace that was both alien and comforting.
The only thing keeping him alive was the slender, sinuous tentacle nestled deep within his throat, supplying him with the breath of life.
Yet Quinn felt no panic, nor did he entertain thoughts of escaping the entity's grasp. Instead, he clung to the creature with an intensity and fervor that surpassed anything he had ever felt before. His passion and longing soared to unprecedented heights, igniting a fire within him that he hadn’t known could burn so brightly.
A tremor coursed through his taut, electrified body, each movement sending ripples of sensation cascading through him.
His hips moved with a relentless urgency, thrusting his swollen desire into the creature's undulating, living cavern.
Each rhythmic pivot of his hips elicited a responsive quiver from the entity, creating a symphony of movement and sensation that played out in the depths of the underwater world…
a rhythm that resonated deep within them both.
Quinn captured the slick, undulating tongue in his mouth, feeling its warmth and texture as he milked it ravenously.
The mass of the creature shuddered and writhed around him, its movements a symphony of muscle and sinew.
The thick, serpentine presence buried in his ass plunged deeper with a hunger that seemed insatiable, filling him with an intense sensation.
The “head” of the muscular tentacle, smooth and powerful, probed his sensitive prostate, then unfurled like a blooming flower to latch onto the magical gland.
It sucked and pulsed rhythmically, each motion sending ripples of ecstasy through Quinn's body. He jerked hard in the creature’s tightening embrace, his movements almost frenzied, as he thrust into the tight, welcoming cave, the pressure of his impending orgasm building like a storm.
He sucked desperately on the supple tongue, moaning and whimpering, as the appendage began to secrete a sweet, citrusy slime into his mouth, its flavor rich and intoxicating.
The colossal, viscous tentacle plunged into the depths of his ass, engulfing his prostate with a ravenous hunger.
The massive limb throbbed and expanded, filling every inch.
The supple, raw flesh of his anal walls was a landscape of sensation, as delicate, puckering orifices latched on and feasted, tugging at the rosy, responsive tissue with a voracious appetite, each one a pinprick of intense, excruciating pleasure that sent miniature lightning storms cascading through Quinn's nervous system.
His body convulsed in waves, like a stormy sea, and he clenched down on the fleshy, writhing “tongue” in his mouth, drawing it deeply, his cheeks hollowing with ferocious, desperate suction.
The tight, slick cavern enveloped his throbbing, engorged cock, the muscular walls rippling and undulating like a relentless, pounding surf, gliding up and down his pulsating shaft without pause, moving in a primal, synchronous dance with the monstrous tentacle claiming his prostate.
His head filled with the raw, primal sounds of his grunts and the wet, muffled, slapping noises of his body being ravaged in the best way, a symphony of sweet carnal debauchery that left him shivering and gasping, drowning in a sea of ecstasy.
Oh god-oh god-oh fuck-fuck-fuck!!
Quinn's body convulsed violently as an explosive force surged through him, culminating in a cataclysmic release.
His hips bucked forward, driven by a primal rhythm, as his seed erupted with the force of a tempest. The snug, velvety chamber constricted further, its undulating muscles coaxing every last drop from his pulsing shaft.
Quinn trembled like a leaf in a storm, his mouth locked onto the writhing tongue, sucking with a desperate, feral intensity.
The slick, serpentine appendage danced in his mouth, swelling and throbbing until it unleashed a torrent of slimy, tart liquid.
Quinn's throat worked feverishly, gulping down the citrusy deluge as it continued to gush forth, coating his tongue and filling his mouth with its pungent tang.
The massive tentacle, lodged deep within Quinn's anal core, pulsed and expanded until he felt it might rend him in two.
Its maw-like opening remained clamped onto his tender prostate, the relentless suction sending waves of sensation coursing through his body, keeping his member rigid and throbbing.
His hips quaked and bucked, driven by the insatiable hunger of the tight, cavernous grip that milked his cock with relentless fervor.
The entire writhing mass undulated with force, its sinuous arms constricting around Quinn in a crushing embrace.
Without warning, the massive tendril that fed on his prostate abruptly released its grip and commenced a pistoning assault on his most private orifice.
It delved deep, probing his very core, its length turgid and distended, pushing the boundaries of his flesh, stretching his most intimate cavern to its absolute limit as waves of ecstasy overtook Quinn.
Fuuu—huuh—huuck!
Quinn sank his fingers into the gelatinous morass of the tentacle beast, his thighs tightening around its lubricious, throbbing “body.” The tongue undulated once more, expelling another surge of viscous slime down Quinn's throat as the engorged tentacle embedded within his ass pulsed and released its teeming load.
Quinn felt a wave of thick, molten heat surging up into his stomach as the creature pumped its seed deep into his body.
The sensation was overwhelming, a relentless tide of pleasure, rolling over on itself.
His spine arched suddenly as he shuddered and unloaded again while the entity filled him with cum from both ends.
The “arms” squeezed tighter as the entire mass seemed to contract momentarily.
Then, it relaxed slightly, though it still held him firmly.
A subtle shiver coursed through the “body” as the thick, pulsating tentacle embedded within Quinn began to deflate slowly.
It remained lodged deep within his cavern, seemingly content to linger in the warm embrace of the afterglow.
Quinn swallowed again, feeling the languid slide of the tongue as it sensually withdrew from his mouth, leaving behind a final, tantalizing trickle of sweet nectar that dripped down his throat as it retreated.
An all-consuming exhaustion enveloped Quinn, and he wilted, surrendering to the creature’s embrace.
The “heads,” with their sleek and sinuous forms, curled gently around his neck and shoulders, offering a strange, comforting warmth.
Quinn rested his cheek against one of the large, smooth tentacles, its texture cool yet inviting, as his eyes grew heavy with the weight of fatigue.
Beneath the silty floor, the tendrils began to stir, awakening with a languid grace.
They rose from the lakebed, sending clouds of sediment swirling into the murky water.
His vision blurred with exhaustion; Quinn watched in awe as the tendrils wove and intertwined with a delicate choreography.
Slowly, they formed a cocoon of tentacles around him and the imposing mass, crafting a secluded, intimate "bubble" on the lake's bottom.
The water shimmered with a dim, filtered light, casting an ethereal glow within their hidden sanctuary.
Quinn sank deeper into the entity's embrace, feeling the ethereal “arms” gently glide up and down his body in a tender, soothing caress, like the soft brush of silk.
As his eyes fluttered closed and he started to drift into sleep, his mind overflowed with otherworldly visions: cosmic explosions that shimmered and danced across the vast universe, starbursts that erupted in a dazzling display of lights, and a myriad of colors swirling and blending like a celestial painter's palette.
The images shifted fluidly, carrying with them emotions that transcended human experience—feelings so profound and vast that they seemed to echo the very heartbeat of the cosmos itself.
In the haunting aftermath of his sexual assault five years earlier, when he was just fourteen, Quinn Michaels found himself adrift in a sea of uncertainty.
He often wondered whether he would ever again trust his fragile heart to another, questioning if the capacity to fall in love still resided within him.
This introspection was shadowed by an ever-present fear of being wounded by someone professing love, leaving him to wonder if the innocence of such emotions could ever be recaptured.
Enveloped within the warm embrace of the love nest , Quinn Michaels felt a profound sense of peace as he was gently cradled in the comforting “arms” of the creature.
Their connection transcended earthly comprehension, a love language woven from the stars themselves.
The warmth and serenity of their connection enveloped him, providing a sanctuary that softened the once tumultuous memories and allowed his troubled past to dissolve into the ether.
In this sacred space, Quinn was finally able to lay to rest the deep-seated fears that had haunted that traumatized fourteen-year-old boy; yes, it was still within him to love innocently… without fear.