Page 12 of Tis the Season for Tentacles (Tinsel and Tentacles 2.0)

Chapter Twelve

“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 6 of Tentacles and Torment

“Harder! Right there!” Vardox shouted, as demanding as always even though he was currently in Starblade’s body.

And Starblade was fucking him with one of Vardox’s tentacles.

Things were definitely weird, but temptation had won out over logic and reasoning.

“See how you torment me with your tentacles?” Starblade panted. “The shoe’s on the other foot now.”

Vardox leered up at him. “And your body loves every moment of it. Now I know just how much you crave my tentacles and my cock.”

Starblade felt a growing panic rising in him. Vardox was discovering all the things he’d tried to keep secret for so long. Especially just how much he desired the villainous mastermind.

Vardox reached between his legs to take a firm hold of the tentacle in his ass and began forcing it to do exactly what he wanted.

I’m royally screwed, aren’t I? Starblade thought to himself.

FELIX

W hen Najar’s tentacle makes contact with my prostate, I think I start to believe in heaven just a little.

The way his skilled appendage repeatedly rubs and presses against that ultra-sensitive gland has me seeing stars. I’m already ridiculously close to coming at that point, and I’m thoroughly overwhelmed by Najar’s attentions. He’s also talented enough that he doesn’t let up on stroking our cocks together while his tentacle fucks me. With his pleasure nodules vibrating against my dick and his talented tentacle in my ass, I don’t have a hope in hell of lasting very long.

Moments later, I end up coming with such intense force that I worry I might pass out for a moment.

Yep, heaven exists and it’s called tentacle sex with Najar.

He is quick to follow suit, reaching his climax with a loud moan of pleasure.

I collapse into his arms as we both come down from what was, for me, quite possibly the best sex of my life.

Naturally, that’s when I have a post-orgasm moment of crystal clear understanding.

Najar and his talented tentacle have probably ruined me for every human man now.

But I don’t regret it.

Even if I only have this short time with him, I’ll remember it for the rest of my life. And I damn well intend to make the most that I can of every moment!

Oh so gently, his tentacle removes itself from my channel, and I shiver at the way I’m still throbbing and deliciously sensitive from his fucking.

I fantasized about tentacle sex a lot before actually experiencing it.

Far too much, perhaps, but basically ever since I started reading The Tentacular Tales of Captain Starblade .

But the real thing is sooo much better than anything I’ve ever fantasized about.

Although, I will admit, I’m now tempted to know what Najar’s cock feels like inside me too. Those pleasure nodules are amazing. I hope I get a chance to experience them against my prostate very soon.

But I’m not in my twenties anymore, and I’m unlikely to be able to go for another round tonight.

In the pleasantly hot water bubbling around us, Najar kneads and strokes my back until I feel like I might turn into a puddle of relaxed goo. This guy is seriously multitalented. I can’t help but be curious as to why he hasn’t been snatched up already.

I’m rather embarrassed when I let out a loud yawn.

“Sorry,” I mumble against Najar’s firm, muscular chest.

He leans down and kisses my forehead with a chuckle. “It’s been a long day and you’ve been through a lot. Why don’t we dry off and get some sleep?”

I peer over at the bed warily. “Not sure I trust that piece of furniture.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be in bed with you, and we’ll make sure not to touch any buttons.”

I hold up my hand and extend my pinky. “Swear?”

But rather than giving me his pinky, the slender tip of one of his tentacles gently wraps around my digit and shakes.

I swear. Damn the man, but he just keeps getting sexier. And I love the fact that he’s already very comfortable using his tentacles with me. It’s good because I want so much more!

He helps me out of the hot tub and we towel off together.

“Uh, do we need to clean the tub?” I ask. “We probably made a bit of a mess in there.”

Najar shakes his head. “It has a self-cleaning filtration system. Nothing to worry about.”

I nod and yawn again, my eyelids so heavy that I’m having difficulty keeping my eyes open.

“Hate to be that guy,” I mumble, “but I do tend to fall asleep pretty quickly after an orgasm. It’s like I let go of all the stress and tension in my body and it knocks me the heck out.”

Still naked, Najar picks me up in his arms and carries me over to the bed.

I let him because I’m tired and embracing my utter shamelessness right now.

He wraps his body around mine and we lie together in the center of the mattress with the fluffy blankets pulled over us.

“Do you always sleep in the nude?” I mumble.

“Not always, but usually when I’m sharing a bed with a partner. My body heat tends to run higher than some species, including humans.”

I snuggle into him with a contented sigh, reveling in his warmth. “Well, I like it,” I say around another yawn. My eyelids are on strike and refusing to stay open now, so I don’t get to see Najar’s reaction.

I’m just drifting off when he says, “Let me try something.”

He clears his throat and says loudly, “Activate room sleep mode.”

“Sleep mode activating,” the dreaded automated voice intones.

I squint open one eye in time to see the lights wink out and blissful silence descend over the room. Pressing into Najar’s warmth, I drift into darkness.

The next thing I know, I’m blinking my eyes open against sunlight streaming through the window in our room.

I try to sit up, but Najar is spooning me from behind and has his arms and four of his tentacles wrapped around me in a firm grip I can’t seem to escape.

Not gonna lie, it’s flattering but less comfortable now that I’m awake.

“Najar,” I whisper. “It’s morning. I want to go check out the window.”

He squint at me and yawns, then he reluctantly untangles his tentacles, one of which he has to yank away to free me.

I bound out of bed and hurry over to the window to witness a veritable winter wonderland outside. Fresh snow sparkles in the sunlight, and I marvel at the sight.

Being from Nevada, I’ve spent most of my life in the Las Vegas area. The only times I ever saw any serious accumulation of snow was when I visited Reno once.

But this is something else entirely. It’s like a picturesque backdrop in a fairy tale.

“Wow,” I say, my breath fogging the window in one spot.

A sleepy Najar comes to stand behind me, wrapping his arms around my midsection while one of his tentacles massages my bed head.

Like I said, multitalented. But I’m beginning to realize all the advantages of having extra appendages.

“Do you think we’ll be able to get back to the ship today?” I ask him.

“Not sure. It looks like there are some machines out plowing the snow now, but it might take a while. The innkeeper will no doubt have more information for us when we go down to breakfast, which we should do soon. We slept later than I anticipated.”

By now, my hair is sticking up all over the place, so I give Najar a flirtatious look of entreaty. “Do we have time to take a shower together?”

His eyes flare with lust. “We shall make time.”

Together, we race one another into the bathroom and get the shower going. The stall is large enough for several people, which means Najar’s tentacles also have a bit more room to move around.

To my amazement, Najar drops to his knees under the hot spray and gets to work on taking care of my morning wood.

His mouth is just as talented as every other part of his body that I’ve had the pleasure of enjoying thus far. He licks and sucks with single-minded focus, paying attention to every whimper I make and doing more of what I like, playing my body like I’m a rare and precious violin and he’s a top-tier virtuoso.

In an embarrassingly short amount of time, I’m coming in his mouth, and he swallows my release with a rumble of satisfaction.

“Where the hell have you been all my life?”

That makes him chuckle as he gets to his feet again.

“Give me a sec to catch my breath,” I say, leaning against the shower wall and panting, “and I’ll happily return the favor.”

The sultry grin he directs at me sends shivers through me and has my cock valiantly trying to rise to the occasion for a second time but with no success.

“Turn around and place your hands against the wall,” he purrs. “I want to get myself off while fucking your ass crack.”

Holy shit. Najar could probably give Lord Vardox a run for his money if he wanted.

I try not to swoon and immediately position myself the way he asked.

A wet sound has me craning my neck to glance over my shoulder in time to witness Najar stroking his cock while using some of the natural lubricant from his tentacle.

My spent cock throbs at the sight, and I turn toward the wall with a moan.

So. Fucking. Sexy.

Najar places both of his big hands on my hips and settles his thick cock between my ass cheeks. He manipulates the globes of my ass, pushing them together tightly as he begins to thrust between them.

The sensation is unbelievably hot, and I have to bite my lip to stop from begging him to fuck me for real.

When Najar’s pleasure nodules start to vibrate and he picks up pace, I fail to hold back a long, deep moan.

“You feel so good, Felix,” he says, his voice hoarse with need.

“Ahh!”

He leans in closer to whisper in my sensitive ear, “I can’t wait to fuck you. It’s going to happen. You want that, don’t you?”

My legs start getting shaky and my whole body trembles. “God, yes. I want it so bad.”

He grunts with satisfaction, and his hips jerk forward a few more times until he moans and I feel his hot release coating my back.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he murmurs, rubbing his come into my skin.

My legs go out from under me and Najar catches me.

“Holy hell,” I whisper. “I’m not sure I’m going to survive having you fuck me with your cock. I might expire from too much pleasure.”

Najar throws his head back and laughs, then kisses me, long and deep.

Once we’ve calmed down again, we tenderly wash one another and then get dressed to meet our friends down in the tavern.

Luna is already chowing down on food with Khephren and Sasha when we join them. Khephren is wearing a Christmas sweater with the image of a group of cats in scarves singing accompanied by the words “Oh, Furry Night.”

“Sorry we’re late,” Najar says.

She takes one look at us and drops the bread roll she was holding, her mouth hanging open as she gapes at us. “Get the fuck out of here. You guys totally hooked up!”

It’s my turn to gape back. How the hell did she know?

“You totally fucking did.”

Najar attempts a scowl. “What makes you think that?”

She gestures a hand and a tentacle at both of us. “You’ve got the same dopey grins and blissed-out expressions as these two,” she says, pointing at Sasha and Khephren.

“Busted,” Sasha says with obvious mirth.

Meanwhile, Khephren beams at us like a proud father. “You two are lovers now? How wonderful! I’m so happy for you both.”

Najar holds up a hand. “Whoa, Kheph. Slow down. I know what you’re probably thinking, and this isn’t that.” He darts a glance at me, and I nod back, even though I feel a faint twinge of pain in my chest.

“Felix and I have agreed to enjoy a no-strings-attached, friends-with-benefits arrangement during the short time he’ll be traveling with us.”

Khephren’s face falls, but then he immediately rallies. “That’s not a bad place to start. Even a casual relationship can turn into something far more serious given time and the necessary encouragement to grow.”

Najar wipes a hand down his face with a sigh. “No matchmaking, Kheph. I mean it.”

His best friend bounces in his chair and chortles to himself. “We’ll see.”

We awkwardly take our seats at the table, and Luna shakes her head. “Don’t pressure them, Kheph. Not everyone is like you and Sasha.”

“Thank you, Luna,” Najar says.

She takes a fierce bite of her bread roll. “Damn and blast. Now I’m the only one not getting laid around here. So unfair.”

A short time later, the innkeeper joins us and explains that the trails should be clear by midday for us to return to our ship, and we thank him for his hospitality. I watch as Najar covertly takes him aside to explain what happened with the restraints he destroyed on the bed. Thankfully, the innkeeper doesn’t appear too troubled by it, especially when Najar pays him to have the equipment replaced.

He bustles off and we finish a leisurely breakfast.

That afternoon, we end up being ferried back to our ship by our previous carriage driver, Mecknos. This time, Najar and I sit on the same seat in the carriage, cuddling together in our thermal suits under a warm blanket as we glide over the pristine white landscape. It’s truly breathtaking, and I commit every detail to memory that I can.

“I’m grateful to you all for bringing me here,” I tell him. “It’s been a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and I’m glad I got to share it with you.”

“This was my first time visiting the planet too, and I must say, I will be taking some very fond memories with me.”

He quirks his lips at me, and I grin back.

Once we arrive at the ship, we bid farewell to Mecknos and wade through a deep snow drift until we can finally board the Sleigh Belle. After shedding our thermal suits in the cargo bay, we head into the main part of the vessel.

“Oh, my ship! How I missed you,” Khephren practically sings as he hurries toward the bridge.

“Babe, I’m gonna go check on Jonesy and the fur babies,” Sasha calls out before heading toward the canteen.

Just as Najar and I start to follow Khephren and Luna onto the bridge, the bright pink alien whirls around, his eyes sparkling as he points a hand and two tentacles at us. “Halt right there!”

We freeze.

One of his tentacles points upward, and we both crane our necks to see the sprig of mistletoe secured above the doorway.

“You’re both standing under the mistletoe.” Khephren claps his hands together with glee. “You know what that means?”

Luna joins him and they say in unison, “You have to kiss!”

My cheeks warm at their over-the-top display, but I quirk an eyebrow at Najar.

He looks down at me and his lips twitch with amusement. “Challenge accepted,” he says and leans down to ravish my mouth.

The world falls away when his lips meet mine.

God, he’s a good kisser.

I’m really starting to get into it and moaning my enjoyment when Luna pipes up. “Okay, okay. Enough of that. Goodness gracious. Now you’re just trying to taunt those of us who aren’t getting any.”

Najar pulls back with a smug smirk on his face. “Haters are just jealous.”

Rambo whizzes by us, emitting a trail of beeps. “I’m sorry that people are so jealous of me, but I can’t help it that I’m popular.”

I immediately start laughing, and Luna stares at Najar like he’s grown a second head.

Or maybe another set of tentacles.

“Who the hell are you and what have you done with my grumpy, stick-in-the-mud friend?”

I clear my throat suggestively. “Ahem. You can thank me for that. Evidently, all he needed was to get laid.”

Luna cackles and Najar rolls his eyes but favors me with a fond smile.

Eventually, we have to part ways because Najar has to assist Khephren and Luna with some of the system checks on the ship so we can take off.

So I use this opportunity to go to my room and text my sister.

Me: Sorry for not texting sooner, but we got stuck in a snowstorm.

Her reply is instantaneous.

Gemsy: Dude, I was starting to freak out. Not cool.

Me: There wasn’t anything I could do. Sorry, kiddo.

Gemsy: I’m just glad you’re okay. How was the ice planet?

Me: Utterly amazing and fascinating. I got to explore their version of a winter market and even went ice skating on these weird cleat things they call ice gliders. Oh! And I met an indigenous creature reminiscent of a caribou, but with six legs and a horn on its head. They call it a Frosthorned Snowdeer. It was marvelous!

Gemsy: Sounds like you’re making the most of this intergalactic vacation.

Me: I’m having a great time.

Gemsy: Have you figured out what you want to do about everything once you get back?

Me: Honestly, I haven’t been thinking about it too much.

Gemsy: I hear that. The other day I was really tempted to just quit.

Me: What happened?

Gemsy: Just more of the usual. Insurance companies are a bunch of evil scavengers. Hospital staffing issues make me want to tear my hair out. And on top of that, a violent patient assaulted one of the nurses and the cops had to come. It’s been bananas.

Me: Are you off now?

Gemsy: I’ve got two days and then I’m back in the thick of it.

Me: Sending you big bro hugs.

Gemsy: Thanks. I love you too.

Me: Um. So, there’s something else I need to tell you.

Gemsy: *wide eye emoji* What?

Me: I kind of hooked up with Najar. Although, in my defense, the room only had one bed and he’s too sexy to resist.

Gemsy: *exploding head emoji* You banged the gold guy with the ripped body and all the matching tentacles?!?!?!

Me: The very same one.

Gemsy: Wow. I’m kinda impressed, bro. You finally got to experience tentacle sex, not just write about it!

Me: Har-dee har-har.

Gemsy: So how was it? Spill the tea. Inquiring minds want to know.

Me: *heart emoji* It was, quite literally, out of this world.

Gemsy: *laughing face emoji* Pun intended!

Gemsy: So what’s going to happen now? Are you two an item? How will that even work?

Me: We’ve agreed to a no-strings FWB situation for the duration of my time on the ship.

Gemsy: And you’re cool with that?

Me: It’s not like I wouldn’t love something more, but I don’t know if the connection he and I have would even lead to that in the long term. We certainly won’t have enough time to find out. After all, I’ll be home in a few short weeks, and he’ll be sailing off to distant parts of the galaxy light-years away.

Typing those words is harder than I expect, and I rub at the ache in my chest, shoving aside foolish thoughts that want to infiltrate my mind.

Gemsy: Well, you should get as much pro-level fucking in as you can in the time you two have left together.

Me: Don’t worry. I fully intend to.

Gemsy: Good, or I was going to have to talk some sense into you. This is kind of a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, you know?

Me: No kidding. And Gemsy, let me tell you, he has the Midas tentacle touch. You remember that old James Bond song, “Goldfinger?” I want to write a new one called “Goldtentacle.”

Gemsy: You crack me up.

Me: For real though. He’s next-level. He has skills that make me look like a damn virgin newbie in comparison.

Gemsy: Hmm, I can’t deny I’m intrigued by the whole tentacle experience. Luna’s told me some very interesting things about them. Did you know the tentacles on the females of their species are different from the males’?

Me: ??? You’ve been talking to Luna?

Gemsy: Yeah, we text each other sometimes. We’re cool.

Me: Please tell me you’re not starting some kind of long-distance lesbian romance with her.

Gemsy: No comment.

Me: Gemsy!

Gemsy: Look at the time. I’ve got to get some shut-eye. TTYL!

I toss my phone aside and sigh.

Things might just be getting a bit more complicated than I anticipated.