Page 16 of Entranced By the Nakken (Freedom, Love, Monsters #4)

Casey moaned and squeezed their thighs so as not to reach for his magically re-hardening cock. “I’m fine. I’ll take you as deep as I can, but don’t let them wriggle around in there. Ready?”

Casey enjoyed deep-throating. He was aware not many found it as massaging on the ol’ esophagus, but hey, everyone had their thing, and honestly, he had lots of things. Tentacles were new territory, but with practice, he was sure to find many ways to enjoy them.

For as long as Tsunis stayed.

Tsunis nodded. Their lower lip slipped beneath sharp teeth, and Casey fought to keep his eyes open for as long as possible as their shaft-like coil filled his mouth.

He softened his throat and guided Tsunis with one palm on their tight, round ass, the other on the small of their back, until the slick appendage breached his tonsils, slipping further and further down.

“Oh, Casimir, oh, Glacia, oh,” Tsunis babbled.

They quaked in his palms, and he urged them deeper still, holding them there for a moment.

The tentacles at his lips tensed, sending forth a pulse that traveled all the way to the tip wedged down Casey’s throat.

A thick substance trickled down, deep enough he didn’t need to work his throat to swallow.

Letting go of them, Tsunis retreated, chest heaving, face flushed. They were breathtaking like this, coming undone for him. Letting him please them in a way no one had before.

“You’re magnificent, Tsunis.” Casey went back to the gentle teasing and stroking that they’d shown him, paying special attention to each tentacle before they recoiled. “Thank you for letting me please you this way.”

“Casimir.” Tsunis’ whine was needy. “Please, I need to—please.”

“And I want you to,” Casey said, licking and sucking the tip of their bud. “Does it always involve a…clutch?”

“No, no, no.”

Tsunis was almost incoherent. They dropped onto one arm attached to the stone while the other traveled their own body, grazing their nipples, tugging their tentacles, until they landed on Casey’s hips while they rutted back and forth on his chest, trailing sticky wetness.

“What do you need, baby?” Casey was drunk on their sensual writhing. He held his mouth open, catching and sucking the tentacles that reached his tongue. “I’m yours. Use me.”

“I don’t know how,” they ground out. They glanced behind them and down, at Casey’s cock, hard and ready for more action. “Ugh, I feel—I want—”

Understanding, Casey smirked. “Hmm? Something to suck on? That can be arranged.”

“Arrugh!”

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”

Casey maneuvered them so that Tsunis lay belly-down on top of him, their legs to either side of his head.

The glee with which Tsunis fell face-first onto his cock made Casey chuckle, then moan as the bratty monster gobbled his decent-size dick down to the hilt with an enthusiasm Casey felt to his marrow.

“F-fuck!” Casey dug his nails into Tsunis’ waist. “You’re a fucking natural.”

Tsunis chose that moment to swallow, or so it felt, but there was something inhuman about it, like waves of pressure squeezed his cock from deep in Tsunis’ throat, like the chamber was lined with contracting glands. Gills, maybe?

Casey groaned. He wasn’t going to last. He set to work on Tsunis’ tentacles, sucking, licking, using his fist to gather the bulbous base and encourage it to pulse, elongating the tentacles in his throat.

He used his tongue to separate the tentacles in his mouth, laving them as he played, learning what made Tsunis hump his face harder, what made them gargle around his cock.

Tsunis’ magical throat work was going to make him blow. Using his thumbs to peel the seam of their ass apart, with a subtle amount of pressure on their searching hole—the only bit of their downstairs anatomy that appeared to match his own—he hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard.

The rumble of Tsunis’ groan vibrated outward from where their torsos were plastered together, reverberating through their contracting throat muscles and down to their pulsating tentacle shaft lodged in Casey’s throat.

Careful to keep breathing through his nose, Casey felt the flood of Tsunis’ release pulse through their tentacles long before the deluge shot down his throat, headed straight for his stomach.

The fisting waves of pleasure clenching around his cock quickly had Casey following Tsunis over the edge.

When the flow ceased, Casey guided Tsunis off his face. Their tentacles slipped out and lazily recoiled, reforming the smooth surface until there was no trace of them other than the gooey slickness coating Tsunis’ inner thighs.

Tsunis rolled onto their back, moaning, using their fingers to gather any of Casey’s stray cum from their lips to suck it down.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Casey hadn’t meant to say it aloud, but it was true. “You’re amazing.”

Tsunis smiled. It was a wicked, delicious smirk, and when they propped onto an elbow and speared Casey with that look, he fell for them all over again.

“Come here,” Casey whispered, reaching for them.

Tsunis crawled forward until their head lay in the crook of his arm. Casey stroked their long, silver strands. Tsunis reached for his free hand and laced their fingers together over his chest as his heartbeat slowed.

Fuck. He was fucking gone for them. There was no going back.