Page 100 of Hummingbird and Kraken

The dexterous tip of Geir’s tentacle stroked over his prostate and lightning raced through him. He was already so full, so needy, and that tentacle was working him over, squeezing and caressing. It was too much, almost the inverse of pain that became pleasure as overwhelming pleasure became pain.

“Daddy, too much. Too much, I’ll come,” he wailed.

“No, you won’t,” Daddy announced sternly. “You’ll take what I give you.”

Declan felt tears leaking from his eyes. He couldn’t hold back. He knew he couldn’t.

At last, the tentacle withdrew, leaving Declan feeling empty and needy.

Geir reached between their bodies, the back of his hand brushing against Declan’s trapped dick, though that wasn’t his destination. Fabric moved, and then Geir’s larger cock was rubbing against his own, the skin warm and soft.

Geir wrapped a tentacle around both of them, the slippery secretions allowing them to glide easily together. Declan rocked mindlessly, seeking more friction, more pleasure, even as he forced himself to wait.

Then Geir was lifting him, moving him just enough, and that gorgeous cock was sliding into him. It hurt, that too big, too much feeling and he whimpered and tried to twist away, knowing that Geir wouldn’t pull back.

In a few breaths, the pain wove itself into pleasure and he started to rock against him, pushing Geir deeper. A tentacle wrapped itself around his throat and Geir’s mouth descended on him again. He didn’t need to breathe. Just Geir. Only Geir.

He closed his eyes and let himself drown in the sensations. Geir was touching him, filling him, taking everything. His lungs burned and his vision went dark while Geir pounded into him in short, rough thrusts.

Geir finally pulled back, and he sucked in gasping breaths. The earth spun around him, floating and singing, and Geir was his only anchor.

He leaned his head back, giving Geir access to kiss and bite along his neck.

It was all too much. Too exquisite. “Please, Daddy. Please let me come.”

“Oh, my hummingbird, I don’t think you want it yet.”

Declan groaned, the denial only driving him higher. “Please. Please, Daddy! What do I need to do?”

Geir pulled out and set him down on unsteady feet, though he was always supported by those strong arms and tentacles.

“Turn around. Hands on the truck.”

Even after all this time together, it still felt dirty and depraved, leaning naked over the hood of Geir’s dented truck while Daddy, fully clothed and in control, towered over him.

And those tentacles. Fuck, it still got him every time. They were so dear to him, a part of his beloved, but still so strange and alien and deviant.

Declan bent forward and stuck out his ass with a saucy look over his shoulders. “Well?”

And then Geir was covering him again, tentacles locking him in place in this new position. Geir entered him again from behind, the angle deeper now, perfectly positioned to his prostate in every thrust. That was all it took to have him begging again.

“Not yet, pretty baby.” Geir continued thrusting inside him, the pleasure like lightning. And then one tentacle slipped down over his cock. This wasn’t the soft, smooth skin that made up most of the appendage, though, but the sucker-covered pad at the end.

The slime coat still provided lubrication, but the suckers were raspy and rough inside, like fine sandpaper, punctuated by those little rows of teeth. Geir started to slowly run them over his aching shaft.

Declan whimpered and arched away from it, the little jolts of pain feeding into the pleasure that ricocheted through him. It was horrible and wonderful all at once.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” he chanted. It hurt so much, so perfectly. He twisted, trying to escape the combined assault, but Daddy only held him tighter.

He felt his orgasm building up inside. He wasn’t going to be able to wait. “I have to… Daddy...”

“Not yet,” Daddy grit out. His rhythm faltered and he thrust in harder, gripped Declan harder, spilling into Declan as he yelled his pleasure and ownership into the moonlit night.

Declan trembled, fighting with everything he had not to come while Daddy filled him up, biting at his shoulders with heavy breaths.

Declan was so excruciatingly close. So magnificently owned and used and treasured. Tears streamed down his cheeks.

“Do you want to come, little hummingbird?” Daddy’s voice was still rough and heavy.