Amaranthine

CHAPTER 41- If Heaven Doesn’t Feel Like This

Gwyn was naked before Nick even tossed her onto the bed, which considering she’d been suspended mid-air the entire time was an impressive acrobatic feat. Her eyes looked almost manic with an excitement Nick could feel Kennedy holding back within himself, like a little Dutch girl with her finger in a dyke.

Her scent filled the room, heady with musk, doing more to raise his blood than the gorgeous vista of her body. Her body was what demanded his attention though, and he snaked onto it from all sides.

Okay, Kennedy, I’m not paying you, but time to earn your keep.

The foreplay was already done. If you were to ask Gwyn, it had lasted for nearly a month too long. She was dripping wet, and thought she was ready for him. Letting just a little of those instincts take hold, he wrapped both of her legs, pushing them back and up as easily as you’d move the joints on an action figure. Those instincts told him to just jam a tentacle right inside, maybe two, and three in her other hole for good measure.

Kennedy blocked those like a professional goalie, and Nick went for a route that would cause less permanent damage. He kept his spare tentacles busy, two holding her arms above her head, a nod to the part of him that wouldn’t see this as consensual. Two more massaged her heavy breasts, swirling around them to play with the tips of her nipples. Another wrapped her neck, letting him feel her ragged breath and racing pulse, filling him with even more need.

He pressed another against her lips. With only the slightest prodding, they parted with a wet pwah, letting in his tip to play with her tongue, before need made him thrust down her throat. He felt her throat distend through the arm her had around it, but barely noticed as the tight, hungry heat of her throat massaged his invading tentacle.

Nick put all that on autopilot. He thanked god he had Kennedy in his head right now, because he could feel the monster inside raging to push further, to use Gwyn, damn what damage it might do. Instead, he pulled himself up to her pussy, extending his long red tongue to lick along her slit. With everything else happening to her, he was almost surprised she still managed to shiver at the lick.

She tasted divine, sparking connections in his brain he didn’t think he’d even had as a human. Food hadn’t been the same since the change, he could still enjoy it, but… this, this was something he was meant to eat. His next lick parted her lips, and he felt her throat quake with a muffled moan. Emboldened after a few more long licks, he finally thrust inside of her.

Her pussy hugged his tongue tight as he pulsed into her. She tasted just as good inside, and he crooked his tongue up towards the top, running it along her upper wall, trusting that Cait had known what she was talking about. He pressed the flat of his tongue firmly on a slight spongy ridge, knowing he’d hit the jackpot from Gwyn gasping around the tentacle in her throat.

Good lookin’ out, buddy, he thought, keeping rolling pressure on the spot as he pushed his tongue further in, filling Gwyn as much as he could. Despite his reluctance, Gwyn had never been all that coy about her desire to be filled up like a gas tank before a road trip. He snaked another tentacle to the top of her pussy, gently stroking at her clit, while another, almost on its own recognizance, slipped beneath her thigh to tease at her butthole.

C’mon, last hole, go for it! His insticts seemed almost verbal as they pushed him to stuff Gwyn like a turkey. Without Kennedy, he probably would have given in, and almost resented the girl for doing such a good job keeping him in check. Then he remembered he was technically losing his virginity, didn’t know what he was doing, and was so strong that one wrong move could rip his girlfriend apart like tissue paper.

He contented himself teasing at the ridges of her ass, occasionally stretching the hole just enough that he could feel her twitch. A burst of fluid washed his tongue, hitting him in the ‘face’ as Gwyn began to shudder.

I think I’m nailing this! He thought, a little embarrassed to feel a burst of encouragement from Kennedy. A more experienced partner might have known it would be polite to give a girl a bit of a break after the earth-shattering orgasm Gwyn had just experienced, but she had volunteered to help a tentacle monster lose his virginity, so instead, she got lifted fully off the bed, supported on a bed of her lover’s appendages.

Nick removed his tongue from her, replacing the tentacle playing with her clit, while he snaked that one up between her breasts, enjoying the soft flesh against its tip. One more thrust up from below, between her thighs, and deep inside her. Both of them moaned, and Nick was surprised at how human his sounded. A burst of shock from Kennedy let him know everyone had heard that. He was far past caring.

Gwyn felt like heaven. In fact, if heaven didn’t feel exactly how it felt inside Gwyn, Nick didn’t want any part of it. He’d rather non-existence than an eternity of disappointment. He pulsed inside of her, pussy and throat both, trying to get deeper as Kennedy warred with more violent urges. He could already feel himself hitting the entrance to Gwyn’s stomach, and was a little surprised she could still breathe, but he’d been keeping a close watch on that through the tentacle around her throat.

Someone walking in on them probably would have thought they’d found themselves in a particularly horny alien creature feature, and that Gwyn was the defiled damsel due for rescue. They would have been wrong. This was exactly what she wanted. She felt her little purple boyfriend fill her so completely that she stopped really understanding where she ended and he began. She imagined a lot of that was due to the fact she’d cum harder than she ever had in her life about 5 minutes in, and honestly hadn’t really stopped for the next hour.

With the small part of her mind that still worked, she wondering if B-man knew how long they’d been going, or if he cared, or if she cared. She was exhausted, yeah, but when your boyfriend could bench press 13 tons and hold you up like a sock puppet, there wasn’t a whole lot of work for you to do. You just hung there and enjoyed yourself. Her haze started to clear when Breastman’s movements started to become a bit more erratic, his breath taking on a fervent hiss.

A small, but very real, twinge of fear entered her mind. She’d never let herself be scared of him, but he’d been pretty goddamn clear he was worried about hurting her, and while normally she could probably actually take him, that wasn’t true when she was currently 10% Breastman by volume. His tentacles pulsed wildly in her pussy and throat, blanking her mind with another rolling orgasm.

She felt her stomach fill first, just before the initial hot burst of thick liquid in her pussy.

Oh my god, I didn’t think…

Another blast of sticky cum hit her in the face, Breastman shuddering beneath her, probably just as surprised as she was. In seconds, she was painted white inside and out, and the room might as well have been a write off. Cum seeped out of her mouth and pussy, more running off of her breasts and a little escaping from her ass where a tentacle had managed to find a mind of its own for a second.

She had, literally, never been happier. Or more tired. Her eyes closed as B-man dropped her on the bed, shaky tentacles pulling himself on top of her, before he lost a bit of his shape, relaxing into her in the way only sleep brought. She joined him an instant later.