Page 14 of Tis the Season for Tentacles (Tinsel and Tentacles 2.0)

Chapter Fourteen

“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 6.5 of Tentacles and Torment

“Get your cock inside me,” Vardox demanded.

Starblade started to withdraw the tentacle in Vardox’s ass to do just that but Vardox reached out and gripped the tentacle hard, refusing to let it go.

“No, my dear captain. I want your cock and your tentacle at the same time.”

Starblade swallowed. He knew from experience just how amazing that form of double penetration felt.

He also knew that it turned him into a wanton fool who tended to lose all reason.

But right now his cock ached with a need so strong he quickly lost his futile battle of wills with it.

Carefully, oh so carefully, his cock began to breach Vardox’s entrance where his tentacle already wriggled enthusiastically.

“That’s it, darling,” Vardox purred. “Give it all to me. Your sweet hole is so wonderfully greedy.”

His nemesis was clearly getting off on experiencing what it was like for Starblade to be fucked by him, and damn if it wasn’t making Starblade more than a little irritable. For some reason, it felt like he was losing to Vardox yet again.

With a growl, he thrust all the way inside Vardox.

They both shouted and there was a strange flash that had Starblade seeing spots.

His head whirled like he was experiencing momentary vertigo and when he blinked to clear his vision, he realized he was now looking up at a grinning Vardox.

Somehow, they’d managed to switch back to their own bodies.

“Oh, goody,” Vardox drawled. “While I had a fun time being fucked, I do so prefer fucking you myself. Let’s continue, shall we?”

FELIX

S till reeling from the sensual overload of Najar’s exquisite, next-level kissing and massaging skills in the shower, I’m rocked by his words.

A jolt of desire shoots down my spine and straight to my cock.

I lick my lips in anticipation, because I don’t even have to think about my answer. “Yes. A thousand times, yes.”

It’s weird. I’ve never been so unabashedly needy with a partner before, but Najar brings out a side of me I’ve never fully allowed myself to indulge in—my desire to be cared for and protected.

For so much of my life, I’ve had to be the mature older brother in charge who could handle everything. While my grandparents were amazing caregivers to me and my sister, their health was declining by the time I became a teenager and they had slowed down a lot. They started struggling with basic household chores and errands, and I had to step up and take over everything that had become too much for them. I was happy to do it—I owed them so much—but I also quickly found that with these new responsibilities, my desires came dead last.

I also wanted to be available for my younger sister whenever she needed me. Caring for Gemma and my grandparents became my first and only priority, to the point where I finally gave up trying to have any sort of personal life separate from them.

But here and now, in the short blink of time that I have with this golden god of a man, I can allow myself to let go and take what I want.

What I damn well need .

I’ve been delaying having penetrative sex in the typical fashion. For one, I really freaking love his tentacle and all the things it can do. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. But as I stare into Najar’s mesmerizing eyes, I’m forced to admit to myself that I was mainly trying to protect my heart.

Yes, I know it’s been a stupidly short amount of time, but I already care about the big, stoic warrior with a well-hidden heart of gold. More than I’ve cared about anyone else in a very long time.

To be blunt, I’m starting to fall in love with him, and the idea is utterly terrifying.

Did his amazing tentacles play a role in that? Probably. But the rest is just him.

I can relate to his strong sense of responsibility and his desire to keep his loved ones safe. He’s usually so serious that I get a kick out of these surprising glimpses of humor and playfulness to him. On top of that, I admire how brave he is, defying expectations and leaving behind his home world to explore the universe with his friends. Being with him is fun yet also comforting—and every day I look forward to getting to know him better both in and out of bed.

But we have so little time left together, and if I let myself keep falling, I fear how catastrophic the heartbreak will be when I have to say goodbye.

For tonight, though, I decide to indulge in all I want to physically share with this man. I’ll just have to keep my emotions in check—he doesn’t want to hear words of love from me, nor would he welcome overly sentimental overtures.

I’m well aware of where I stand with Najar. He’s been honest with me about that from the start. While there might be a kernel of feeling for me on his side too, his walls have been in place, I suspect, most of his life.

And for good reason.

My heart aches at the thought of him as a young orphan, thrown into training to become a warrior. He didn’t get to enjoy much of a childhood as a result.

The nomadic lifestyle he and the rest of the crew live must also make it difficult to even entertain the prospect of a long-term romantic relationship.

Like Khephren, he’d have to find someone willing to share that path.

If I’m truly honest with myself, I have a growing conviction I could be that kind of person.

But I can’t leave my sister behind. She’s all the family I have left and vice versa.

I can’t put my desire to be with Najar above my family, especially when I don’t know if whatever this is between us is built to last. Even in a perfect scenario, I could never abandon my sister.

Not like our mother did.

No, there’s no way I can do that. There’s simply no win-win endgame to my predicament that I can see.

I shove aside these angsty uncertainties, instead letting tonight simply be about tonight and nothing more.

“Are you sure?” Najar asks, hesitation written all over his face.

“Yes. I want to feel your cock inside me too.”

Najar closes his eyes for a moment and his whole body relaxes, like he was tensing himself up in order to prepare for rejection.

I see these brief glimpses of vulnerability that he’s willing to show me and guard them close to my heart.

“I will make this very good for you,” he promises, his voice husky with desire. “Let me take care of you.”

There’s a faint look of entreaty in his eyes that I can’t deny.

Besides, those magic freaking words are music to my ears. It’s like he can read me easily, too, and knows precisely what I want.

I swallow thickly. “I’m not worried. I trust you, Najar.”

He leans down and takes my lips in a searing kiss, his mouth laying claim with a passion that threatens to sweep me away.

When I’m writhing with pleasure and my cock is straining against my belly, he moves and positions himself between my legs.

“I will make you ready for me now,” he says, his expression so serious it makes my chest tighten with longing.

But my heart nearly stops when Najar suddenly lifts my hips into the air and places my legs over his shoulders with the greatest of ease.

I’m not ashamed to admit I squeak a little in surprise.

Look, I’m not a small man by any stretch of the imagination, but Najar? He somehow makes me feel downright delicate and precious.

Despite his superior strength and size, he’s very gentle with me as he uses his hands to spread my cheeks apart. Taking his time, he kneads and massages them and then bares my entrance to his lustful gaze.

Sweet merciful heavens, that’s hot.

I throw an arm over my eyes, feeling my cheeks flame with awkward embarrassment.

Sure, I may be thirty-five years old, and yes, I may have had my fair share of men inspect my ass before, but something about Najar’s hungry observation is both stimulating and highly embarrassing.

Just when I think I’m going to die if he keeps staring at my hole for much longer, he changes it up and gets down to licking instead.

The moment his tongue makes contact with my sensitive rim, I whimper and want more.

Although I’ve been rimmed a number of times over the years, no one has been as skilled at it as Najar. I don’t know if he’s had a lot of experience or is just insanely good at reading even the smallest of cues from my body.

Perhaps that’s something his warrior training taught him? All I know is it proves awfully damn handy in the bedroom.

One thing’s for sure, the man’s got a gifted mouth, and he’s not afraid to use it on me.

When his tongue presses inside me, I moan, a sound that ends in a gasp when one of his slicked tentacles sneaks forward and coils itself around my cock, squeezing and stroking me while that tongue fucks my hole.

All rational cognition goes offline at that moment and I get lost in a mind-numbing haze of unending pleasure. At this rate, I won’t last long, and when my legs start shaking, I know I’m close.

Naturally, that’s when Najar’s tentacle lets go of my cock and his tongue vacates my ass.

“Nooo,” I cry. “Sooo close. Don’t stop.”

He grins at me, a devilish gleam in his eyes, as he lowers my hips back down. “No coming until I’ve got my cock inside you. All right?”

I whimper but nod in agreement.

Damn the man.

I mean, alien man.

He kneels between my legs again and I watch with avid interest as he uses the natural lubricant from his tentacle to coat his hand and cock.

Once he’s glistening wet, he positions himself over me and guides his cock to my entrance.

“Breathe out for me, Felix.”

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, concentrating on loosening my muscles as the thick, flared head of his cock nudges inside me. He’s big, but the last week of fucking his tentacle on a daily basis has done a good job of preparing me to take his dick.

Nonetheless, his penetration is slow and steady, allowing me time to get used to him as he gradually fills me up in more ways than he knows—and I’m overcome by a wave of powerful emotions I can’t quite process right now.

When he’s fully seated inside me, we both remain still for a long moment and I will my channel to stop clenching around his shaft like I won’t let him go.

Najar kisses me languidly and waits with infinite patience for me to get used to him.

Eventually, we start to move together, finding our perfect rhythm like our bodies were made for one another.

The ridges and pleasure nodules on his cock are so electrifying inside me, I swear I see fireworks explode behind my eyes. Every time he thrusts in and out of me, they scrape along my inner walls and against my rim—and make me feel like I’m going to lose my mind.

I’ve never experienced anything quite like it and undoubtedly never will again.

Yep. As I suspected since that first night we spent together, Najar Mezdel has officially ruined me for any other man.

But I don’t let that detract from the ecstasy I’m experiencing right now. Instead, I try to carve every second of it into my mind—maybe even my very soul.

After all, I’m sure I’ll have many lonely nights ahead with only my hand to comfort myself when all I will be able to do is conjure up memories of this time together.

I’m so lost in the bliss Najar’s bringing me that when the head of his cock makes contact with my sensitive prostate, it’s so much sensory overload I nearly shoot upright in the bed like a young Linda Blair in The Exorcist .

Najar flashes a devastatingly gorgeous grin. “Right there, is it?”

“You’re evil,” I moan.

“I’m just ruthlessly committed to bringing you to the heights of ecstasy, my dear.”

I can’t help but think it’s woefully unfair that this amazing man is single.

But then the thought flits away as Najar focuses on nailing my prostate with unerring accuracy and devotion.

“Ohgodohgodohgodohgod,” I chant.

At least, that’s what I think I say. I’m not entirely sure.

The pleasure is almost too intense and yet somehow not quite enough. I sprint for the finish line.

“Close,” I gasp out, my hips rising to meet his forward movement.

Najar’s hips speed up and my back arches when I finally crest that magical peak and tumble over the side into pure bliss.

For a moment, it’s as if I’ve achieved some kind of astral projection into another dimension, and I’m floating on a fluffy cloud. Then I plummet back down into my body right when Najar finds his own release, emitting a long, low moan as he empties inside me.

The gush of heat inside me is unfamiliar and far more intimate than I could have imagined.

I’ve always practiced safer sex with my partners, even the few men I had long-term relationships with. We never had penetrative sex without condoms.

I’ve certainly had some men try to persuade me into it in the past, but I’m not much of a risk-taker, and if I’m honest with myself, I don’t know that I ever trusted any of them enough to take that kind of gamble.

With Najar, it’s totally different.

Of course, at my urging, we completed in-depth health screenings in the medical bay on the Sleigh Belle to confirm that we’re both negative for any illnesses. We’d also researched quite a bit and discovered that cross-species transmission of most illnesses is rare.

All of that certainly helped me get comfortable with the idea of not using protection and alleviated my anxiety about any kind of health risks involved.

But what really sold me was my unwavering belief in Najar.

Maybe I’m a fool, but I trust him to keep me safe.

And I wanted to have something special with him—something I’ve never had with anyone else.

Gradually, I recover from what was most certainly the best sex of my life. Of course, that’s also when I have yet another moment of post-orgasm super-clarity.

I’m seriously falling in love with Najar.

And I don’t think there’s any turning back now.