Page 38 of Holiday Wishes and Tentacle Dreams

“Yes.”

“I’m not strong. I’m the opposite of strong. I’m fragile. Every time something negative happens, even just a neutral change, I’m thrown. It sends me deeper into depression. I gain weight. I lose my job. My boyfriend leaves me. I have to escape to this beach house. All of it has snowballed to where I can’t even put up Christmas decorations on my own!”

“No.” Doren stood and swept Jake up in their arms. Jake hung on for dear life, unable to bring himself to recoil from this person making him feelso much. “You are strong. You have been saddled with so many foolish ingrates: the boss that fired you, the boyfriend that left you…even your mental illness. But you are here in front of me. Bashed and battered, yet here you stand. You have impressed every step of our journey together.”

“That can’t be true…

Jake pulled away a little, but Doren kept him locked tight in their arms. “I’m sorry you cannot view yourself the way I do. But I know for certain you are a sweet, caring man who is deserving of love.”

Full of gratitude that Doren was holding him, Jake put most of his weight on the blonde surfer. He wasn’t sure what was more overwhelming: the knowledge that Doren was a shapeshifting alien, or the knowledge of how Doren thought of him.

No, he was sure. It was the second thing.

“I don’t know if it’s possible to view myself in that way. But I can try.”

Doren’s soft hands ran through Jake’s hair, and Jake sighed at the touch. How was Doren able to be so gentle sometimes, but then hard when Jake needed them to be?

The two of them stood there for almost ten minutes, their arms wrapped around each other, their heartbeats in perfect sync. It was Doren who broke the silence.

“You know,” they whispered, “my tentacles can accomplish more than simply propelling me through the water.”

Jake’s eyes went wide, his cock hardening at Doren’s words.

“What do you mean?”

With those words, multiple tentacles snaked out from under Doren’s clothes, maybe eight in total, and they were on him, snaking underneath his shirt and tugging at his pants.

The tentacles were smooth, lacking the suckers of an octopus. Each tentacle was remarkably agile, able to bend and twist and hook in the most lascivious ways.

Before he knew it, Jake was naked, being explored by an overwhelming number of Doren’s appendages. His brain short-circuited at the constant barrage of sensory input, and he could no longer perceive each individual tentacle. Doren’s smooth, cool skin touched him everywhere, sliding down his thighs, wrapping around his balls, separating his ass cheeks…it was like being worshipped by an army of snakes.

He should be grossed out, shouldn’t he? The sensations were decidedlyalien, inhuman in a way that was outside of his experience.

But he wasn’t. Instead, he was more turned on than he’d ever been in his entire life. His cock jutted straight out from his pelvis, dripping precum and desperately awaiting the touch of a tentacle. Just one touch.

They didn’t touch it, however. Jake moaned every time a tentacle brushed close to his dick. Doren was committed to teasing Jake, torturing him even, and they were unwilling to give him the release he was craving.

“Please, Doren, touch me, I need?—”

Jake’s words were interrupted by the shout he let out as the tip of a tentacled breached the rim of his asshole. God, it was perfect, sliding against the nerve endings like an electric eel, sending sparks branching off anywhere it touched.

“Do you like being fucked by my tentacle, baby?” Doren slipped their hands around Jake’s waist even as their appendages continued to tease and roam over Jake’s skin. “Do you want me to go deeper?”

Jake nodded, unable to make words as the tentacle explored deeper inside him. He groaned and clenched around Doren. “Fuckkk….”

“They’re better than fingers in so many ways,” Doren whispered into Jake’s ear. Suddenly, not only was the tentacle exploring inside of him, but it waspulsing and expanding.

“It’s so much…” Jake’s words came through clenched teeth as tremors ravaged his body. The waves of pleasure were unlike anything he’d ever experienced in his life. A mixture of fire and electricity ran along his skin, and every muscle twitched with uncontrolled energy.

Then he left the ground.

“Doren!” Jake shouted as the alien’s tentacles lifted him up, suspending him a few feet in the air and spreading his legs, allowing the tentacle that was fucking him even easier access.

Jake’s cock bounced in midair now, a deep, angry red from the need for release. But Doren refused to give it to him. Jake thought he might die if he didn’t come soon.

“How does it feel to belong to me, sweet?” Doren’s voice held a hint of possessiveness that was new. “Your whole body is at my mercy. No one will ever be able to pleasure you the way I can. I’m ruining you for every future lover. You’ll never fuck anyone else without thinking about how I made you feel.”

The tip of Doren’s tentacle lodged in Jake’s ass began a tactical assault on his prostate. Repeatedly, the tip found that magic spot and pressed against it.