Page 15 of Entranced By the Nakken (Freedom, Love, Monsters #4)

Tsunis leaned onto their elbows and peered at Casey’s most private area like it was going to sprout tentacles of its own. Casey’s wolfish grin from earlier faltered under their scrutiny.

Tsunis reached for him, cupping his balls gently, one at a time, as though measuring the weight of each. Casey groaned, his hips bucking of their own accord. Another glob of precum leaked from his tip, but Tsunis rushed forward to catch it on their tongue like a goddamn snowflake.

“Oh, fuck, Tsunis,” Casey groaned, scrubbing his face with his hand.

“What are these?” Tsunis marveled, rolling his balls in their palm.

“Wha—they’re my balls. They, ah, keep the sperm.

When I, ah, fuck, can you stop for a moment?

” He couldn’t think like this. Tsunis had started massaging the thin skin between his balls.

Casey’s sac had never received so much fucking affection.

“When I come, the sperm is what would fertilize an egg.”

“Humans reproduce using eggs?” There was a strange look on Tsunis’ face, almost hopeful.

“Well, yeah, no, kind of. It’s all internal.” Casey groaned when Tsunis’ explorations moved further up, grasping his shaft in a strong hold. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”

“Do it.”

Casey’s chuckle was strangled, but he captured their hand over his and stroked. “So now I’m your experiment.”

“You’re mine to do with as I please, remember?”

“Fuck.” Casey fucked through their joined hands. “I haven’t forgotten.”

“Mine. Come for me, Casimir. I want to be covered in your seed.”

Something about the primal sound of that word was plain fucking hot.

He bucked and fell forward, catching himself with one hand beside Tsunis’ head.

Tsunis’ tentacles were playing by their own game, searching him, caressing his taint and peeking inside his most intimate place.

One wrapped around his sack and sucked, its little suction cups popping on his heavy balls.

“Tsunis, oh, fuck, Tsunis,” Casey babbled. He dropped his other hand to the slippery pebbles by Tsunis’ head, letting them take over.

Which they did with glee, curling up onto their elbows as they pumped Casey’s cock, with a gleam in their eyes like they were going to devour him whole. He didn’t care if they did.

“Sweet Nymphaiia,” Tsunis rumbled, almost to themself. They licked their lips, eyes trained on the steadily dripping tip of Casey’s cock. “You taste as sweet as you look. How will I get enough?”

Tsunis lapped at Casey’s slit, moaning as though his precum tasted like a buffet of flowers and rainbows or some shit.

It was too much. Casey came with an unsexy grunt, showering Tsunis’ surprised face, open mouth, tongue, neck, and chest, with streaks of white.

Panting, Casey watched wide-eyed as Tsunis ran their fingers through the mess and brought it to their mouth, licking, slurping, playing with his spent cum.

“Oh, fuck,” Casey whimpered as another heady shot of cum landed on Tsunis’ chest. The damn brat practically cackled then closed their lips over his sensitive head.

Casey jerked, stilled, then to his utter shock, his cock valiantly spurted one more shot of cum to coat Tsunis’ tonsils.

“Delicious,” Tsunis moaned.

Casey fell sideways. He could fall asleep right here at the bottom of the river, but he didn’t want to close his eyes and miss the absolute vision Tsunis made, covered in his come and playing with it like it was the gift of a lifetime.

“You’re incredible,” Casey panted. Tsunis met his gaze, fingers deep in their own mouth. Casey propped onto his elbow and gently tugged their earfin, grinning at the way their eyes fluttered, their hips starting that slow roll. “My turn, brat. Let me taste you.”

A flicker of something crossed Tsunis’ features, but they swallowed and pulled out two clean fingers with a pop. “Are you sure?”

“Shut up and sit on my fucking face. Now.”

Casey growled and took Tsunis by the waist, toppling them onto his face. It was the only way this was going to happen, since his arms and legs were made of jelly from that impossible orgasm.

The budding flower of tentacles wriggled like it was happy to see him. Casey had to admit he was in way over his head. But he was so fucking gone for Tsunis, he was all in.

“Show me what to do.” He held out his hand, poised toward their tentacles.

Sticky, clear globs oozed from the middle, pushed out by tentacles that immediately retreated.

Altogether, the mass looked about eight inches from tip to base, but if the bulbous part near the base straightened out, it would be much longer.

The number of tentacles was unclear, but they were all slick with fluid and looking as feisty as the creature they belonged to.

“You don’t have to do this.”

Goddamn, they sounded so soft and uncertain. It pissed Casey the fuck off. Hadn’t he told them already?

As patiently as possible, Casey repeated himself. “You’re right, I don’t. I want to. So, unless you don’t want me to, stop being a brat and tell me how to please you.”

“I’m not a brat. I’m a Glacisian warrior.”

Casey rolled his eyes. “The two are not mutually exclusive.”

Tsunis growled. Casey grinned. He’d won.

The Tsunis he was used to made a grand appearance, taking Casey’s hands and guiding them to the fat bulb at the base.

With soft strokes, Tsunis guided him. Together they separated the tentacles and stroked them, teasing the suction cups with fleeting touches.

“This is all I know,” Tsunis stated after a few moments of stroking individual tentacles. “I’ve never been with another nakken in this way.” Their cheeks darkened when Casey glanced up at them in surprise. “Most prefer to do things…more quickly. Especially in an egging cycle.”

“You mean you’ve never done foreplay before.” Tsunis scrunched their nose. They were so flushed, Casey took pity on them. “All right, I have an idea, if it sounds okay to you.”

“Hmm?”

Casey continued stroking individual tentacles after they removed their hand.

“I’ll explore, and you tell me what feels good, and what doesn’t. Sound good?” Casey ghosted his fingertip over the shell of a sucker, watching as it clenched over nothing in his wake. When Tsunis moaned but didn’t answer him, Casey clucked his tongue. “This only works if you use your words, brat.”

Tsunis’ response was half-moan, half-growl, their eyes slitting open enough to glare down at him. “You realize I could squeeze the life out of you with my thighs? I’m much stronger than you, human.”

“Fuck, I know, and it’s one of the things I find so damn sexy about you, brat.” He teased the tentacle in his left hand the same as he’d done to the other. “So?”

“Fine,” Tsunis huffed. Casey chided them with another cluck of his tongue. “Yes. I agree to your terms.”

“Very good. Hands on the stone.”

Tsunis did as he indicated, planting their palms on the stone above Casey’s head, peering down between their straightened arms to watch.

Casey rewarded them by coaxing another tentacle out of its hiding spot in the cluster as they’d shown him.

A rush of slickness poured from the seam as it came apart, and Casey stuck out his tongue for a taste.

Tsunis tasted like they smelled, like spring, like the fresh air after a rainstorm with a crackle of lightning that split Casey straight down the middle.

He moaned and slurped the tentacle into his mouth, sucking and licking along the cups.

Tsunis’ hips rocked forward. Casey palmed their ass with his left hand, encouraging them, and used his right to explore, teasing the strands of tentacles that remained clustered.

He dropped back to search Tsunis’ face, smirking when he found it slack with pleasure. A tentacle wrapped around his wrist, its suckers peppering his skin with needy kisses.

“I knew you were greedy,” Casey admonished.

“Around you, I don’t recognize myself,” Tsunis admitted breathlessly. “I’ve never wanted to fuck my clutch down someone’s throat, but I’m close to begging you to let me, despite being off my cycle.”

Casey smirked, disregarding the fact that he had no idea what a clutch was, but it sounded like something that shouldn’t go down anyone’s throat.

Casey refocused his attention to the center of the budding tentacles, where a steady flow of slickness dripped. He licked it away, then closed his lips over the hole and sucked with light pressure.

Tsunis groaned, shoving themself into Casey’s mouth.

Casey took their ass in both hands and encouraged them to ride his face.

The stamen of tentacles filled his mouth, until he reached the widest part at the base.

He held Tsunis there and sucked harder. The bulbous base flexed and elongated, sliding the tentacle shaft further, sending a glob of slick surging straight for his throat.

“Unnff,” Tsunis’ hands dropped to Casey’s shoulders.

Casey disentangled his mouth from the tentacles. “Hands on the fucking stone.”

“N-no.” Tsunis glared down at Casey and gripped his hair, pulling like they meant to force him back to work.

“Greedy, greedy. You can ride my face. But you have to keep your hands on the stone.” Casey forced their hips back, keeping them from his mouth, torn between watching the adorable vexation in their gaze and the greedy tentacles searching for him, needing the pleasure only Casey could give them.

“You’re going to regret this, pupil,” Tsunis grumbled, but dramatically slapped their palms against the stone.

“Oh, I fucking hope so, professor.” Casey held one finger up, and two tentacles wrapped around it, sucking and leaking profusely. “Don’t forget to tell me if I do anything you don’t like.”

“I know,” Tsunis snapped.

Fuck, Casey wanted to laugh, but the moment he opened his mouth, Tsunis lurched forward. The wriggling tentacles coiled together, forming a long, narrow shape, that effectively made him gag in one stroke.

“Oh, goddess!” Tsunis gasped as they pulled away. “Are you okay?”