Squidboy: Part Two

Part Three

Easing into a rhythm, his trousers pulled down to his ankles, he began to press his body against me, thrusting softly so his cock was rubbing against mine. It felt incredible, and my tentacles curled excitedly around his back as he continued to rub his naked body against mine. Using my tentacles to pull both of our trousers from our ankles, I tossed them to the floor.

At last, I was able to see the truth behind the rumor—Edmund de Versaille's tail. Long, striped like the rest of his body, it curled playfully behind him as he continued to thrust himself against my body. Something about this excited me. I wasn't sure what—perhaps just the fact that he kept this aspect of himself concealed. I felt like I was in on some intriguing secret.

Changing position, Edmund pushed me further back onto the bed. He knelt between my legs, and with one large hand, pressed my legs together, lifting them up towards my head. I breathed hard as he began to stroke my ass with his other hand. I was reminded of my time with the tentacles, before they became a part of me. Gently, squeezing his knees beneath my ass to keep it raised, he put both hands on my buttocks, letting my legs lower back onto the bed. He squeezed my cheeks hard, and as I moaned in response, he began to lick one of his fingers. With his other hand, he began stroking my cock. Slipping his finger from his lips, he returned it to my ass. Still slightly tender from my encounter in Dr. Lustcraft's basement, Edmund began rubbing my hole with his wet finger. I groaned and clutched his shoulders with my hands, clutching his waist with my tentacles. He slipped his finger inside. I gasped with pleasure.

He purred my name softly, continuing to stroke me with one hand and finger me with the other. I breathed hard, finding it difficult to keep my wits. I wanted him inside me—all of him, not just his finger. But if I gave my virginity to any man other than Sir Victor, the bet I had with James would be forfeit. I knew that Edmund wanted it too, and as he withdrew his finger and bent towards me, I knew that I needed to stop him.

Then I felt his warm tongue, licking my eager hole, and I lost all power to refuse him. His tongue was so warm, so moist, soft yet coarse, my entire body shuddered. He licked me again and I cried out. "Oh, god!" I moaned.

He grinned and looked up at me, enjoying watching my face melt as he licked and licked again, like a kitten drinking a saucer filled with cream. As if this wasn't enough, he began to thrust his tongue inside me. I didn't know anything could be more pleasurable until that moment. "Fuck," I breathed. I wanted to tell him to fuck me, but I knew he would take my word as gospel, and I was still holding on to the idea that I was saving myself for Sir Victor.

He flipped me onto my back then, tossing me around as easily as if he was handling a rag doll. I was on my hands and knees, ass in the air, then, and Edmund had climbed down from the bed so he was standing behind me. He pressed his hard member against my cheeks, pressed its tip against my hole. I knew that I wanted him, desperately, and I knew that in a moment, he would press his hard dick inside me.

I wanted it. I wanted it so bad, but at the last second, just as he was about to thrust himself inside of me, I turned around. He blinked in confusion, and I worried that I'd broken the spell. "What?" he muttered.

I acted quickly, wanting to keep the mood we'd established. Sliding down off the bed, I knelt on the floor in front of him. Taking him in one hand, I parted my lips, and took the tip of his hard manhood in my mouth. I'm not sure what I expected him to taste like, but it was hardly different from sucking any other part of his body, except that the tip was wet with fluid, which tasted a bit like hot butter. He groaned and ran his hands through my hair again, and I bent down to take his full length inside my mouth, opening my lips so wide it hurt my jaw. He seemed to appreciate this, and responded by thrusting in and out, fucking my mouth until I was sure I would gag and choke.

I let my tentacles touch him and instantly, he eased off a bit, slowing to a steadier rhythm. I moaned as I sucked him, enjoying the power I seemed to have over him. For a quiet, shy young man like me, it felt good to be able to exert such power over someone, especially over someone like Edmund, who had infinitely more experience sexually.
My tentacles curled around his chest, his stomach, and his ass, and as I sucked him, I let one of them slip inside his arsehole. He groaned with surprise but not without pleasure. As if with a mind of its own, the thick tentacle began to fuck him from behind, while I continued to suck him off.
He ran his claws down my back, and as my tentacle slipped out of his arse, I stood up, guiding Edmund onto the bed with my tentacles. He lay back on the pillow, cock still standing to attention, tail twitching with anticipation, and I climbed onto the bed after him.

My own cock was equally hard, as I climbed atop Edmund's muscular body and began to suck him again, this time, with a bit of ingenuity on my part, positioning myself so that my crotch was just inches from his face. As I slurped and sucked on his hardness, he began to do the same, sending a ripple of pleasure through me. His dick was large, crammed so tightly in my mouth it was difficult to breathe when he was thrusting into my mouth. Again, I let my tentacles explore his body while I worked on his manhood with my mouth. They teased his balls and played with his ass, rubbed at his nipples, pulled at his arms. I began to thrust rhythmically as well, enjoying the warmth and wetness of his mouth, and working myself towards a climax.

I felt him breathing harder, his muscles tightening and relaxing as he began to lose all control, and I knew that he was close too. Gradually I increased my pace, thrusting harder and harder and letting him do the same. He grabbed my head with clawed hands, holding me steady so he could fuck my mouth until, exhausted and sweating, he exploded inside me.

A burst of warm fluid filled my mouth, salty and sticky, a taste like nothing else. I heard Edmund cry my name, his hands tightening around my head, pushing his cock so deep into my mouth I thought I might suffocate. Instead, I continued to thrust in his mouth, my rhythm increasing quickly until I knew that I was about to burst too.

"I'm going to—" I began to say, but before I could finish that thought, it happened.

I spurted warm fluid into his mouth, pressing my cock against the back of his throat and nearly making him choke on it. I pulled his from my mouth and licked it clean, enjoying the salty flavor of his buttery fluid. I let him continue to suck me until the sensation became too much.

Then I climbed down off of him and sat on the bed, panting for breath. He patted the spot on the bed beside him, and I lay down beside him as I caught my breath. He held me in his arms and purred against the back of my neck. I smiled.

"So," I said, after a few minutes of lying with him in near-silence, "how did I do?"

Edmund's laugh was rich and deep, a low rumble in his voice, as he pulled me closer into his warm embrace. "Well, let me see..." He paused for dramatic effect.

"Congratulations, Ethan! You are the newest member of the Yellow Tiger Club."