Page 10 of Tis the Season for Tentacles (Tinsel and Tentacles 2.0)
Chapter Ten
“Tentacles and Torment: Body Swapped” by FeliXFiles
Fandom: “The Tentacular Tales of Captain Starblade” by KirklovesSpock4eva
Tags: Lord Vardox, Captain Starblade, body swap, tentacles, 18+
Part 5.5 of Tentacles and Torment
“That’s right, darling. Loosen this naughty hole with your tentacle,” Vardox purred from where he lay sprawled naked on the bed.
It was a real mindfuck to be getting ready to fuck himself, but Starblade’s reservations over the matter were vanishing by the second.
He’d had no idea Vardox’s inner libido was so strong, but it was taking control of things and Starblade decided to let it.
The wet tip of one of his red tentacles moved of its own accord and began to trace circles on the outer rim of Vardox’s entrance.
“Oh! You’re quite sensitive, aren’t you, my precious Captain,” Vardox mused, his eyes gleaming.
Starblade hesitated. “Isn’t this… weird? Are you really up for getting fucked in my body but with me in yours?”
This body-swap business was beyond bizarre.
Vardox opened his legs wider. “Darling, I can’t wait to know what you experience when I fuck you. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” He winked at Starblade. “And I’ll carefully log all the details so I can enhance my performance with you once we get our bodies back.”
FELIX
W hen the automated voice starts talking and the lights dim, I don’t fully freak out.
But I soon realize, there’s oh so much more in store when it comes to this room.
Smooth music reminiscent of old-school R&B but with some ’80s saxophone vibes starts playing over invisible speakers to set the mood.
The change in the lighting has somehow made the penises on the wallpaper glow all around us, and the hot tub in the corner starts shooting graceful arcs of water into the air like it’s become a fountain.
But clearly, that isn’t all.
The automated voice interrupts again. “Pheromone gas activated for maximum arousal.”
I cough as the gas starts to come through the vents in the room.
Officially panicking now, I hurriedly press the button on the wall again, trying to deactivate the system.
“Sexual device selection randomizing,” the voice intones.
I gape like a deer in the headlights when a spotlight appears over the three shelves of sex toys. The light roves over the items before finally stopping on an enormous double-dicked alien dildo the length of my forearm.
“Random selection made. Enjoy your lovemaking,” the automated voice says.
“Oh, sweet baby Jesus,” I moan.
I back away from the button on the wall like it’s possessed and stumble into the side of the bed, where I collapse.
“Oh, God. How do we make it stop?” I ask Najar.
He’s frozen in place but looks equally horrified. “I don’t know. This is… words fail me.”
The dreaded automated voice begins speaking again. “Mattress motion activated.”
That’s when the bed underneath me begins to vibrate.
Because of course it does.
Fuck. My. Life.
I hurriedly look around for a way to make it stop, and Najar comes to assist me.
The bed’s vibrations grow stronger and I start tossing pillows in my efforts to find the damn off switch.
“Aha!” Najar cries. “I think I found the power button.”
Before I can protest that I’m not sure if we should be messing with any more buttons at this point, he presses it.
I hold my breath.
Amazingly, the bed stops vibrating.
I slump back in relief. “Oh, thank Go–”
The automated voice interrupts me. “Sexual restraint mode activated.”
Hidden bondage gear springs up from the sides of the mattress and wraps around my ankles and wrists, pulling me spread eagle on the bed.
“What is happening?” I cry out. “Help me!”
For the first time since I met him, Najar has a distinctly panicked look on his face.
He hurries to my side and tries removing the restraints with brute force, but they hold firm.
“Just so you know, I’m freaking the fuck out right now and am on the verge of a panic attack!”
He kneels on the side of the platform bedframe and we hear an ominous click.
“Uh… Felix?”
“Don’t say it.”
“I seem to have pressed another button.”
The automated voice of doom returns. “Cocoon sleep mode activated.”
Beneath me, my side of the mattress starts to soften and I begin sinking into it.
“Abort, abort!” I struggle valiantly to escape but it just sucks me deeper into the fluffy void to hell. “I saw A Nightmare on Elm Street when I was a teenager. No fucking way do I want to end up like Johnny Depp did in that waterbed!”
Am I a little bit screechy at this moment? Yes, but deservedly so. This fucking mattress wants to bury me alive.
I focus on my breathing so I don’t entirely lose my shit. “Najar,” I say in calm even tones, “get me the fuck out of this death trap pronto, or I am going to scream my motherfucking head off.”
Najar growls with anger and rushes over to the wardrobe.
Just when I’m about to follow through with my promise, he comes back brandishing a small sword.
“Holy shit,” I whisper.
With a mighty roar, he brings it down on the far edge of one of my restraints, severing it neatly.
Now that I have one arm free, Najar manages to partially pull me out of the deep crevice in the mattress and then uses his blade to cut the last of the restraints.
He liberates me from the chasm in the bed and holds me tightly in his arms.
His very bare and muscular arms, I might add.
I’m surprised to find that he’s the one shaking, not me.
My natural instinct is to soothe. “Hey, it’s okay.” I reach my arms around his lower back, just under where his tentacles are positioned. “That was really scary, but you were able to save me. Thank you.”
I look up into his eyes, which are filled with a feverish need that renders me momentarily breathless.
Without any warning, Najar’s mouth descends on mine with possessive intent.
Everything about him is scorching hot—his skin, his mouth, his breath mingling with mine. Wrapped in his arms, I’m enveloped in the essence of him while his lips devour mine with eager hunger. A tentacle starts massaging my head and he tilts it back to get better access to my mouth. I open my mouth and allow his tongue inside, moaning as it lays claim to me so thoroughly that I just want to scream “Take me now!”
I press closer to him and start running my hands all over his rock-hard chest and abs. When I get a little weak in the knees— who knew that was a real thing? —his powerful arms easily hold me upright, and I sigh with pleasure. If I’m being honest with myself, I could probably kiss him all night long. But my cock has aspirations for a whole hell of a lot more.
Even through my pajamas and thick robe, I can feel Najar’s hot and hard arousal pressed up against me. From what I can tell, it’s just as impressive as the rest of him.
Would it be a bad idea if I started grinding on him?
But before I can test that out, Najar suddenly pulls back, lets me go, and steps back, putting some distance between us.
I sway on my feet, more than a little disoriented.
Najar’s breathing heavily, and as he studies me his nostrils flare and his chest heaves.
So damn hot.
He also has a very obvious tent in his pants, and I can’t help but feel a smidge smug.
I’m still trying to regain control of my mental faculties so I can form coherent words after the most arousing kiss of my entire life when Najar strides over to the wall with the button of doom.
“No! Don’t touch it!”
He ignores me and holds down the button for several seconds until the automated voice says, “Intimacy mode deactivated.”
I watch in amazement as the bed re-inflates to its normal state, the hot tub stops spurting water in the air, and the lights go back to the way they were before.
“Oh thank fuck,” I whimper as I collapse in a heap on the floor.
Najar helps me up and sits me down on the end of the bed.
I shudder. “I think I’ll sleep on the floor. I’m going to have nightmares about that bed for life.”
He makes a weird sound, and I look up into his eyes, startled to find him on the verge of laughter.
And just like that, he can’t hold it in anymore, and he starts laughing with wild, raucous abandon.
I can’t even be mad at him for it because he looks so beautiful when he truly lets go like this.
“Pff… you… looked so… ridiculous,” he gets out between gasps.
I cross my arms and level a challenging glare at him. “Laugh it up, pal.”
He wipes at the corners of his eyes, still snickering. “I’m sorry. I know it was scary but it was also… kind of hilarious.”
“Har-dee har-har. Let’s see how you feel when you get eaten alive by a mattress,” I grumble.
He studies the destroyed restraints and grimaces. “Looks like I’ll have to explain that and pay for them too.”
“Good riddance. Those things were practically sentient the way they strapped me down so easily.” I glance over at the shelves of toys. “Just so you know, if that double-dicked dildo came at me next, I was going to take my chances out in the storm.”
Najar throws his head back and lets out another bark of laughter that makes me smile.
He grins back. “Who needs toys like that when my tentacles are far more effective?”
I freeze at his words and swallow hard, my already hard dick ready to do a damn cheer routine— T-E-N-T-A-C-L-E-S! Tentacles are the best! Ra-ra! I wanna feel them in my ass!
That smoldering heat from moments ago rekindles in Najar’s eyes, and I foolishly want to give him carte blanche to do whatever he wants to me tonight.
But I cling on to my last shreds of reason and ask him the question I need him to answer for me first.
“Why did you kiss me?”