Not So Different, yet as Different as Can Possibly Be

4-The Goddess and the Devoted

   "O, ok, yeah sure, let's do this," he blurted nervously before cursing himself. Why did he always have to talk like that?

   She slowly pulled down his boxers and took the sight all in before looking back into his eyes. <Very well, but understand this, we do this on my terms the way I want to, but we may stop anytime you like, understood?>

   He blushed vibrantly, he hadn't been naked in front of a women since his mother changed him as an infant. "Oh, uh, yes, um. . ."

   She lowered her face down to his crotch as the two tentacles holding his legs apart lifted his knees to his chest and started wrapping around his torso. <You may call me goddess.>

   "Yes goddess." He let out a small gasp as he felt her lower face tentacles touch his balls, slowly squeezing and fondling them. The ones above her mouth started  feeling around his public hair line as the ones on the side slid about his inner thighs. He couldn't see her mouth, but he could feel her breath on his shaft.

   <Do you like this, my devoted?" she asked as she continued. She lightly nibbled at his frenulum, causing him to gasp a little.

   "Yes, yes goddess," he managed. He felt the tentacles on his torso creep over his nipples, using their suckers on them as they did so. It felt like soft kisses and plaful bites mixed together.

   <Good.> She lifted the tentacles above her mouth and lifted her head lightly. One of the tentacles below stopped playing with his balls, and grasped the base of his member, holding it straight up.

   He looked down to see her open her mouth, a parrot-like beak the size of a small apple, and slowly bring her mouth down over his length. His breathing shallowed in painful pleasure as her rough, cat like tongue pressed against his penis while she blew him.

   She lowered her upper face tentacles and got back to playing with his lower abdomen. She sucked him softly and roughly, if the two could be done at the same time, as she let go of the base of his staff so she could go deeper. Some of her lower  body tentacles reached forward and grasped his butt cheeks.

   He squealed a little as she giggled, the tentacles on his posterior starting to spread it wide. Something wet touched his hole. The tentacle pressed against his sphincter, but never entered, just rubbing and circling while she continued to suck him off.

   "Please," he whimpered at this new feeling.

   <Please what?> she asked, speeding up her mouth. <If you want something, my devoted, you must ask plainly.>

   "Please just put it in already!" he cried. "I, I want it inside me! Please, goddess, PLEASE!"

   <Very well, since you begged.>

   He moaned as he felt it push its way inside him, thrusting in and out and rubbing against his prostate. He kept moaning in higher and higher pitches as he got closer and closer to coming.

   He got closer and closer until he crossed the line where pleasure overloads and the body orgasms, but he didn't reach it. Somehow, he was getting more and more pleasure built up, far more than he should be able to handle, but he couldn't climax.

   His high pitched moans turned to whines as tears started to fall from the heavenly torture he was enduring.

   <What is wrong, my devoted?>

   "I, I can't come. I'm trying, but I can't," he sobbed through the overstimulation. His body involuntarily jerked all over in the pleasure overspill.

   She laughed at this. <Of course not, not yet, I turned of that part of your brain, my devoted.> She stopped sucking him, and pulled her head away from his crotch, his sex begging for stimulation.