Squidboy: Part Two

Part Three

Though I'd yet to lose my virginity—unless you counted my experience with the disembodied tentacles, which I didn't—I was not entirely without experience in sexual affairs. I'd had some opportunities to experiment with a few sexual practices that were, according to my brother James, quite fashionable in Paris. Aside from the French kiss, there was another act involving the mouth, which I intended to perform on Edmund de Versailles. In my limited experience, I'd always been on the receiving end of this act, but it seemed a simple enough act to perform.

Aroused by the thought of what I was about to do, I felt a tightness in my trousers and allowed my tentacles to unbutton my fly. I locked eyes with Edmund as I did so; his were cat-like, amber in color, and they were transfixed on mine. I looked down as one of my tentacles coiled around my hard cock, and Edmund did the same.

The strange low hum I'd heard when I first encountered the tentacles, a musical drone that Dr. Lustcraft believed accompanied the release of pheromones, was resonating now. Edmund was entranced, bound to my will by the siren's song. Whatever I wanted of him, I knew instinctively, he would do. Seducing him would be as easy as reaching out and touching him.

As my tentacles curled around my hard member, I finished unbuttoning his vest with my hands. He licked his lips. He tore off his vest and began unbuttoning his own shirt. His fingernails were like claws, filed down to sharp tips. Impatiently, he tore the buttons from his shirt, ripping them with a quick slice. He stepped out of his shirt and I saw that his chest was striped as well, orangey-yellow and black. He was lean, his body like that of an agile predator, strong and hard.
I believe that, like Edmund, I was intoxicated by the tentacles' hypnotic power, seduced by their pheromones or their song. I was not myself, but a lust-driven, hyper-sexual version of myself. I could think of nothing else. Eagerly, I put my hands on his striped chest, leaned in and curled my tentacles around the back of his neck. I pulled him close and parted my lips. His parted in response, and I could feel his breath on my lips.

When I kissed him, I felt his tongue slip into my mouth and press against mine. It was warm and soft and moist, and I wanted more. I kissed him hard and tightened my tentacles around his body. He groaned and kissed me back just as violently, biting my lip playfully with his sharp teeth, almost hard enough to draw blood. I didn't mind in the least; the sharp painful sensation excited me. I announced my appreciation with a low moan, and extracted myself from our kiss by taking his jaw in both hands. He leaned in for another kiss, but I held him back. Instead, I began kissing his neck. I wanted to see what really made him purr.

I felt his rough hands running through my hair, pulling gently while I sucked on his neck. He groaned loudly, but I knew I could bring him to greater heights of pleasure still. My tentacles began touching him, feeling every part of his body at once. I could feel what they felt, just as I could with my hands. It was strange, but they were a part of me now. I felt his hard chest with one of my appendages, his lower back with another. I rubbed his nipples with a third and stroked his abs with another still. I put a fifth tentacle on his lower leg and slowly crept up his leg towards his crotch. For my efforts, I heard him sigh deeply. His leg felt warm, as if all the blood in his body was rushing to his lower extremities. He moaned as I finally put my tentacle on his groin, feeling his throbbing member through his trousers.
He was hard as a rock and well-endowed. I helped him out of his trousers, unbuttoning his fly and taking his cock in my hand. This really did cause Edmund to purr. He ran his hands down my back, carving rough lines on my skin. Though I was inexperienced in the art of seduction, with my tentacles to guide my actions, I felt no apprehension, only excitement. I ran my hand up and down the length of his massive cock, and felt his whole body tremble. Roughly, eager for more, Edmund grabbed me from behind, squeezing my ass and pulling me towards him.

Grabbing me by the shoulders, he tossed me down onto the bed, growling with affection. Climbing on top of me, he pinned me down and pressed his cock against mine. Now it was my turn to purr.