Amaranthine

Nick followed tentacle-in-hand with Gwyn as Watchdog led them down a few floors to a residential area at least as fancy as The Palace. Instead of Bourgeois chic though, it was done up in more space-station oligarchy, all chrome and ivory, like an Apple store exclusively for billionaires. A door hissed open at a wave from Watchdog, and he stopped at its threshold.

“Alright! Dignitary suite,” he explained, waving them in. “All the amenities of home, plus some extra, and 3 big bedrooms to rest up in.”

He scanned the group quick, clearly doing a little mental math.

“Will, uh, that be enough?”

Qi’s talon shot up, but she didn’t wait to be called on to speak.

“Are any of them fireproof?” She asked. “I snore.”

Watchdog boggled at her for a second before another round of calculations clicked into place inside his head.

“Uhhhhhh…. I mean, the place is metal, so you’re not going to set it on fire. The bedding…. We can replace?”

Willow laid a gentle hand on Qi’s shoulder.

“If you’d like, I can suppress your abilities for the night?” she offered. “I imagine the two of us would be sharing a room anyway, if you aren’t bunking up with…”

Qi looked to Cait and Kennedy, who looked at each other, then Kennedy shook her head guiltily.

“I’m way too drained for any shenanigans tonight Qi,” Kennedy apologized. “Probably best to play it safe with Willow.”

The glance Cait and Qi shared, that they weren’t too drained for shenanigans, wasn’t lost on Nick, but Cait’s haphazard sense of loyalty seemed to win out as she gave the dragon an almost imperceptible shake of her head.

“Thanks Willow,” Qi accepted, returning her touch with a heavy talon on the witch’s shoulder, nearly buckling her knees. She steered her off towards a side room “Lets see what you can do for me. Might be nice to sleep a night without scales.”

While it looked as though Cait’s crew might have a quiet night for once, the grip Gwyn had on Nick’s tip told him that wasn’t in the cards for him. For awhile, when they’d just been starting off, he’d thought Gwyn might be ignorant of the shocks of pleasure every little move of her hand sent down his tentacle. While that may have been true at the very start, it hadn’t been shortly after.

No, Gwyn was a tease.

For all the shit she gave Cait’s polycule for their PDA, she’d been publicly giving him a slow handy since they’d left the coucil chambers, and the hot, heavy scent coming off her told Nick she knew it.

Girl with a sex drive like hers, finally really getting to explore it, only to have her boyfriend get Han Solo’d for a month. Makes said boyfriend feel a little guilty.

He’d been playing along, shooting out an extra tentacle for a squeeze or a flick someplace sensitive as they walked along. Nick wanted to signal Kennedy somehow, that he could use some backup tonight, but it had become quickly clear the girl was as drained as she claimed. Her adaptive aura glowed the same gold as Cait’s, the big girl’s power seeming to literally be all that was keeping her upright.

Don’t need it. Can’t always need it.

He hoped that was true, as Gwyn tugged him towards one of the empty bedrooms. His sight was different here, and it took him a moment to understand why. Those blue lines, which he’d realized all led directly off of PlazLoad, didn’t only glow brilliant blue in his Altered sight. They were a bursting rainbow of interlaced auras, weaving amongst one another as they raced along the lines, bleeding a stained glass light over their surroundings.

He probably should have pondered on what that meant, and tried to parse the myriad powers Spliced into them, and he would have, if it weren’t for Gwyn.

When Nick looked at things now, he often found himself, regrettably, thinking of the shitty Ben Affleck Daredevil, specifically the scene where he saw Elektra in the rain. In the omni-chromatic glow of the power lines, Gwyn shone like a descended goddess, pulling him towards her center bathed in the light of a hundred souls.

She beckoned out his tongue, and he tasted her for the first time in what felt like an eternity, despite only been a few days in his experience. Her lust and need added weight, as she kissed and sucked at his tongue like it gave her life.

Each of his appendages was immediately busy, and 15 hands made light work of Gwyn’s clothes. The labcoat and leggings came off easy, thrown in the corner, while he simply ripped her top and bra off rather than break their kiss.

That gave him a little pause. He knew he had to be careful. Being able to feel the monster within him was in some ways comforting, it couldn’t sneak up on him anymore. But it also meant he felt it when it shifted, and it was shifting now. He set part of his focus to beating it back as he lifted Gwyn, light as a feather, then pressed her to the bed, her skin barely making contact with the covers for how tightly her body was wrapped by him.

It took him a moment to realize the vibrations of her moans on his tongue had taken on the timbre of words. He let her speak.

“Missed you,” Gwyn panted, voice nothing but heat and the longing she professed, “Needed you…”

He didn’t leave her mouth open for long, but gave her something else to suck while he moved his tongue down to her dripping pussy. He already had two appendages stroking lightly at it’s swollen lips, teasing out more drops of arousal that his tongue greedily ate up as Gwyn groaned around the tentacle filling her throat.

When things heated up like this, Nick had realized his entire body became an erogenous zone, and while the feeling was most intense where he could feel Gwyn’s throat pulse around his girth, every motion of her soft, plush skin against his flesh sent shocks to his core. The only part immune was his maw, and tongue, which found a pleasure all their own as he worked between her legs. He could feel her trembling against his grasp, legs wanting to twitch but held in place by the steel of his grip as he animalistically drove the first orgasm of the night from her.

He hadn’t forgotten how to treat Gwyn, knowing that the only way to really satisfy her was to keep upping the intensity until neither of them could take it, so as she came down, he roughly filled her vagina up with a tentacle. Even as he started her on her way to her second climax, he could feel the aftershocks of the first, clenching around his shaft.

The Beast loved this. But now, Nick knew it for what it was. Or at least he knew where it was. It was the difference between a wolf howling in the dark and one staring you down. Sure, it might not be less dangerous, but when you could put substance to sound, the threat was manageable.

His tentacles pulsed in and out of either end of Gwyn, and those that weren’t actively fucking her bound and posed her like a doll, each new position letting those inside her find new and exciting spots within. Nick had begun to wonder, before his freakout, whether she had some kind of tech active to help her stay conscious, because while he didn’t have any experience with being stuffed gut to gullet with tentacles, he didn’t think he could have stayed awake through this as a human.

A mischievous part of him, and he could tell it was him, not the Beast, that was the advantage of this change, decided to test her limits a bit. The tip of a tentacle that had been massaging and lightly slapping at her cheeks stopped it’s activities to probe at her asshole, the final frontier of her insides.

While she hadn’t stopped moaning for 15 minutes now, this didn’t escape her notice, and Nick thought they took on a decidedly approving note.

Ah, fuck. No, gotta make sure.

He drew out of her throat with a weird ‘glup!’ and his question was answered before it was even spoken.

“What the fuck part of that sounded like stop!?” she growled, and he immediately muffled anything else she had to say with a good measure of tentacle.

Rude.

It was about as enthusiastic as consent came however, so he let that questing tentacle push into her asshole.

They’d found, pleasantly, that his appendages were fully self-lubricating during these sessions, but even if they hadn’t been, Gwyn’s pussy was doing an execellent waterfall impression between her legs. Her ring was tight around him, but he entered without friction. He could tell it wasn’t entirely without pain for her, as her pulse beat against the tentacle between her breasts and her face oscillated between curiousity, pleasure, and discomfort.

That was fine. He’d planned to be gentle anyway. He didn’t let this tentacle join the furious pulsing of the other two, instead softly exploring the first few inches of her.

Not that he’d ever had the chance to try it, but he’d never really gotten the appeal of anal as a man. He would have been perfectly happy just to touch a boob once. He knew Lira was a big fan, and Gwyn had hinted she was too when the redhead had joked about it, but still, it confused him.

Less so now. Gwyn was tight and hot around him, and while honestly, if he could only choose one hole it wouldn’t he this one, it still felt like heaven. The real fun though, was the way her reactions had changed when he’d gone in through the out door.

Her groans grew deeper, more animalistic as she was finally plugged up airtight. She seemed to paradoxically be more accepting, actively doing what she could, which was little, to push more of him inside of her, while also going relaxed as a limp kitten, fully giving herself over to being used by him.

He knew she liked to think of it that way, and he played along, but really, this was him making love. He hoped she knew that. It wasn’t his fault his body’s version of tender missionary looked like a Bonnie Blue style gangbang.

She shuddered, finishing again, and the way her butthole pulsed around him caught him off guard, pushing him off of a cliff he hadn’t known he was near.

Ooooooohhhh shiiiiiiiittt…..

The release into her was torrential, and as Nick’s brain whited out he barely managed to think that it’d be a good idea to pull out of Gwyn’s throat, lest she actually drown. That just meant her face, the one part of her that hadn’t already been covered, got his last few blasts on the cheeks.

Nick collapsed on top of her, and nearly rolled off of her visibly swollen belly.

OH SHIT!

He frantically patted at her, beginning to panic. That actually looked like the porn Gwyn was into, but that had never seemed anatomically possible.

ARE YOU OKAY!?

Gwyn burped, a white bubble forming over her lips before popping. She flopped a hand up, thumb extended proudly.

….

ARE YOU SURE?

“Lemmeenjoythis…” she slurred, although she waved and a swarm of bots flew out of a coat pocket, beginning to clean the room and surreptitiously scan her vitals.

Fuck it, she’s a big girl. Those bots can handle any internal damage. I am out.

He rolled onto her chest, and began to fade. As he laid there, watching the kaleidoscope light dance over her satisfied form, he was too close to dreams to notice the off-green light, so close to her own, enter the swirl of colors against her skin.