Head Over Tentacles

by K. L. Hiers

  “I’m excited too.” Sloane blushed as one of Loch’s tentacles wandered over his ass. He tried to subtly swat him away, clearing his throat loudly. “But research comes first! We need to find out what god is behind this and—”

  “Yes, yes,” Loch groaned. “Do boring research, solve the case, save the world, and then plan the wedding. I understand, my love.”

  “Let’s get going.” Sloane chuckled, unable to resist a smile when Loch pouted at him. “I promise you can watch Hell’s Kitchen while I read all the boring stuff, okay?”

  “Ah, this is exactly why I’m marrying you.” Loch’s forlorn expression faded away instantly. “You know me so well.”

  They bid farewell, everyone promising to make contact if anyone made headway. Sloane plopped down into the driver’s seat and closed his eyes, focusing his magic and clapping to reunite the fallen door with the rest of the car. He snorted back laughter as Loch slid in next to him wearing the purple sunglasses last seen on Jay.

  Loch playfully tipped them down to bat his eyes at Sloane. “You know I look fantastic.”

  “Gorgeous,” Sloane agreed, still laughing as he cranked up the car. He was quiet on the drive home, lost in thought. Loch’s tentacles in his lap were comforting, but he couldn’t stop worrying.

  They were working blindly, and the Silenced young man who had attacked them could be anywhere by now, readying to strike again.

  “You’re thinking,” Loch declared once they were back in Sloane’s apartment, studying him skeptically.

  “Technically, I’m always thinking.”

  “Mmm, no. This is different. Your face gets these cute little creases in it when you’re thinking especially hard.”

  “I’m….” Sloane searched for the right words. “I’m worried, Loch.”

  “About?” Loch asked calmly, bringing Sloane in for a hug.

  “Everything?” Sloane laid his head against Loch’s chest. “There are literally hundreds of gods. It could be almost anyone doing this, and that guy, that kid? He’s out there too.”

  “You’re worried that you’re in danger?” Loch kissed Sloane’s hair. “I’ll protect you, my love.”

  “I’m worried about everyone,” Sloane whispered. “The whole world is in danger. This is the second time a god has tried to destroy it! First it was your crazy brother trying to wake up your even more crazy father! And now we don’t know what this one is trying to do, and, and, and—”

  “He or she is kidnapping innocent Silenced people to make terrifying magic-defying weapons?” Loch helpfully supplied.

  “Yes!” Sloane scowled. “Why… why aren’t you upset? How can you be so freakin’ calm about this?”

  “Because I am certain of our victory. Just as I am certain that I love you and that you love me, I know we will not fail.”

  His anger deflating, Sloane gazed helplessly up at Loch. “I want… I want to believe that.”

  “Believe it,” Loch urged. “Believe in our love. Even after all the stars fall down from the sky, our love is eternal.” He pressed his lips against Sloane’s neck, his teeth teasing beneath his jaw. “They’ll tell stories about us, about our love and how we saved the world. Not once, but twice!”

  “Mmm…. Loch….” Sloane gave himself over, his eyes closing as Loch expertly pulled his clothes away. A surge of heat was bubbling up fast between his legs in anticipation of what was to come. “But the energy…. Galgareth said it was godly….”

  “You’re still so tense,” Loch chastised gently, kissing down Sloane’s bare shoulder. “You need to relax.”

  “If the energy was godly and the source of the guy’s power is the soul bound to him… oh fuck!” Sloane groaned as his ass got wet, Loch sliding a tentacle down his pants to tease between his cheeks.

  “Let me take care of you, my sweet Starkiller.” Loch pushed the tip of his tentacle inside his hole and fucked into him slowly.

  “We have research… so much research to do!” Sloane’s voice didn’t sound very strong, even to his own ears, and he couldn’t help a small moan that escaped when Loch licked his ear. “Fuck! Focus, Loch!”

  “I am very focused!” Loch insisted, thrusting in deeper. “I have a particular interest that I’m very eager to research.”

  “Mmmph, in what?” Sloane gasped.

  “So glad you asked,” Loch chirped. “You see, it’s in human anatomy, and I just know you’ll be able to help me.”

  Chapter 5.

  LOCH CARRIED Sloane right to bed, his probing tentacle still inside of him as he laid him out across it. Making their clothing vanish was definitely within Loch’s power, but sometimes he seemed to enjoy divesting Sloane the old-fashioned way. He tugged at Sloane’s pants and underwear, deftly pulling them down in one motion and sliding his hands up his long legs.

  “Mmm, Loch,” Sloane panted, groaning when the tentacle in his ass pushed deeper. The stretch was incredible, but there wasn’t any pain. All he experienced was intense pressure and pleasure, the tentacle swelling inside his slick hole and making him gasp.

  Loch didn’t have the patience to take off his own clothes, and they melted right off his body into nothing. His mortal frame was gorgeous and marvelously sculpted, with thick scars curling over his shoulders and down his arms. The scars were his tentacles, hidden on his body in plain view. As they lifted off his skin, they regained their natural hue and turned a bluish gray color.

  As Loch crawled over Sloane, his tentacles curled around him, and he pressed their lips together in a fierce kiss. “Mmm, my love…. You always feel so good, so hot, so perfect for me….”

  “Loch!” Sloane tried to spread his legs to help open himself up and relieve some of the pressure, clinging to Loch’s neck as they kissed. The kiss was sweet, wet, and he sucked on Loch’s tongue as his tentacle started to pound into him.

  Nothing could compare to making love with a god. The slick slide of Loch’s tentacles holding him down and pushing his thighs even farther apart felt fantastic, and Sloane gave himself over to it completely. Just one of Loch’s tentacles was better than any cock he’d ever had, and he knew Loch wouldn’t stop there.

  Loch was already reaching down with his other slitted tentacle, the tip gently probing around Sloane’s hole. He nuzzled against Sloane’s cheek, pleading, “May I, my love? May I fill you?”

  “Fuck, yes!” Sloane answered immediately, grunting as Loch pushed his legs back. His knees were touching his chest and he was completely exposed, his face blazing red hot.

  Loch was petting the undersides of his thighs, watching his tentacle moving in and out of Sloane with the utmost attention. The second tentacle pushed inside ever so slowly, and Loch’s brow wrinkled in concentration. “Oh, there… there you go, my love.”

  Sloane’s head fell back, his chest heaving as his body fought against the new intrusion. There was a brief lick of pain before Loch soothed it away with a thought, and he groaned as both tentacles began to fuck him. They moved as one monstrous cock, slamming into him deeper and deeper, pressing into his most intimate places that had Sloane’s vision nearly whiting out.

  He could feel his orgasm building up within his loins, hot and throbbing, and he greedily rocked his hips down to meet Loch’s rough thrusts. He was so full, his body flooded with desire, and sweat was beading along his chest. He wrapped his hands around his knees, trying to pull his legs closer to himself and catch the perfect angle. “Fuck, Loch… mmm, come on, baby…!”

  “Getting close?” Loch panted, both of his tentacles thickening in response. “Are you going to come for me, my sweet Starkiller?”

  “Yes, yes, yes!” Sloane pleaded.

  “Mmm, I’m close too,” Loch warned, his breath picking up as the pace of his thrusting increased. “Oh, my love… you feel too good… I’m going to release soon!”

  “Oh yes! Come on!” Sloane groaned eagerly. It was almost too much, on the border of pain and ecstasy, and the pressure was about to burst inside of him. He pulled Loch close, their c
hests flush against each other. He dragged his fingers through Loch’s thick hair as he gasped, “Please! Make me come!”

  “With pleasure,” Loch breathed softly, sealing their lips together as his tentacles twitched and pumped their hot loads deep inside of Sloane’s tight ass.

  Sloane shouted, breaking the kiss and writhing as his insides swelled, so full that he ached. Loch’s tentacles were still fucking him, the sounds slick and wet now with his copious come splashing out with every thrust. That extra heat was enough to bring Sloane to climax, his whole body going rigid for one perfect moment of heaven before melting into shuddering bliss as his cock shot off between them.

  Loch’s tentacles didn’t stop, still pumping and twisting inside Sloane’s body to drag his pleasure on. Even as Sloane’s cock gave the last drop of come that it had to give, he was still riding the crest of a beautiful orgasm. Slowly, he began to come down, clinging to Loch’s shoulders and sobbing, “Oh Gods… oh my God…. Loch… baby….”

  Peppering Sloane’s damp skin with little kisses, Loch soothed, “You do wonderfully, my love… you always take me so well.”

  Sloane made a low and happy sound in reply, his body thrumming blissfully from head to toe.

  “Mmm, feeling better now?”

  “Yes.” Sloane leisurely stretched his back and his arms up above his head. He flopped limp against the sheets with a happy groan. “I really needed that.”

  “I know,” Loch said smugly, his tentacles gently pulling out. He kept Sloane’s legs pushed up, squeezing his cheeks and spreading them wide as he pushed his thumbs down into his gaping hole. “Mmmm, look at what a mess I made of you.”

  “Loch!” Sloane gasped as a fresh wave of heat lit up his face. Loch’s thumbs were slipping inside of him, gently stretching his hole wide open. He could feel Loch’s come leaking out of him and down the cleft of his ass.

  “You’re so beautiful when you’re full of my seed, my love,” Loch soothed. “I love watching it gush out of you….”

  “Fuck, Loch,” Sloane hissed, his core clenching from hearing such lewd talk. Even though he had just come, he could feel his cock flexing with new interest. “You’re so freakin’ nasty!”

  “You love it,” Loch taunted, withdrawing his thumbs and eagerly slinking back up for a kiss.

  “Mmm, I do.” Sloane let their lips press softly together, unhurried and sweet. “I love it… it just… mmm.” Loch’s tongue had slid into his mouth and silenced any possible complaints. “Mmmph….”

  Loch gently unfolded Sloane’s legs, and he guided them around his waist. They held each other tenderly, the promise of another round lingering, but neither was in any hurry.

  Sloane relished the skin-on-skin contact and how every one of Loch’s kisses made him feel absolutely adored. He had never loved anyone like this, and being loved so deeply in return was a gift he would cherish for the rest of his life.

  It was Loch whose patience ran out first, grinding his hips forward with a needy whine. His giant tentacock was tucked between his legs, the massive head rubbing against Sloane’s slick hole.

  “Mmm, just can’t get enough of me?” Sloane mumbled, drowsy from their first tryst and smiling dopily.

  “Never,” Loch swore passionately. He tilted his head. “Well, at least not for the first thousand years. After that? Meh.”

  Sloane lightly smacked Loch’s arm as he laughed. “Oh, you jerk! You don’t mean that!”

  Loch snickered, his eyes holding nothing but adoration as he looked over Sloane beneath him. “No, I don’t mean that, my love. Have I offended you?”

  “Eh, tiny bit?” Sloane ran his tongue over his lips when the head of the tentacock breached him. It was even bigger than both of Loch’s slitted cocks combined, ribbed down its shaft, with a thick knot about ten inches down from the silky head.

  “Allow me to make it up to you.” Loch rocked his hips in short thrusts to work himself in.

  Sloane whined, his body stretched out already, and yet there was still resistance. His nails dug trenches up Loch’s back with every massive inch as it pushed into him. Even with all of Loch’s magic, there was a burn, and Sloane tried bringing up one of his legs to find a way to relieve the discomfort.

  “Here,” Loch offered, one of his slitted tentacles ghosting on Sloane’s lips. It was still wet from busting its load earlier, glistening in the light.

  Sloane opened his mouth, and he eagerly took the thick length and sucked. He finally relaxed, tasting the sweetness of Loch’s divine seed, and the tentacock eased its way in. He groaned, the tentacle in his mouth thrusting into the back of his throat as the tentacock moved in his hole.

  He loved being stuffed from both ends like this, and his legs fell apart as Loch fucked him harder. He sucked on the tentacle pushing into his mouth, his eyes damp with tears, and he struggled to breathe through it.

  Sloane could hear every deliciously moist squelch as Loch’s tentacock pounded into him, and there was intense pressure winding up in his balls. He could feel his own cock getting hard again. Loch’s mouth was hot against his throat, rolling their bodies together as he kissed and sucked at his pulse point.

  Loch’s other slitted cock was on the move, wiggling between their stomachs and swiftly sucking down Sloane’s cock. He sighed, breathless and deep, praising, “Mmm, your taste is irresistible, my love… I could feast on you for eons….”

  Sloane moaned, his eyes fluttering open and peering through his tears up at Loch. He cried desperately, lost in the starry black pools that Loch’s eyes had become, endless galaxies gazing back at him with such love that it made him burn deep inside.

  Here they were with Sloane’s body being stretched beyond its mortal limits of pleasure, and Loch, the immortal, was providing this insane euphoria and looking at him as if Sloane was the amazing one.

  Sloane came with one tentacle greedily sucking away his come as the other busted in his mouth. He gulped, his pelvis thrusting up from the bed as he rode out his climax, caught between the tentacle still slurping at his cock and the huge tentacock slamming into him.

  “Mmm, yes,” Loch growled, sliding his arms beneath Sloane’s shoulders and embracing him. “My beautiful mate… I’m going to make you come again… and again….”

  No mortal man could make such a promise, but Loch was no mere mortal.

  He was a god.

  A surge of warmth rushed through Sloane’s body, tingling from behind his eyes down to the tip of his cock. Speared on Loch’s magnificent tentacock, he could feel another orgasm creeping over him, and it was like being enveloped in warm silk. The warm feeling wrapped around him, the pressure growing until he couldn’t take another second.

  “Azaethoth!” Sloane screamed, his hips curling off the bed as he climaxed again, the knot of Loch’s tentacock swelling up inside of him. His orgasm dipped and crested before he began to fall, only to be lifted back again as Loch’s load filled him.

  “Mm, Sloane.” Loch kissed along Sloane’s jaw as his giant tentacock continued to leisurely thrust. “You’re so beautiful, my dear Starkiller… I love you….”

  “Love you,” Sloane managed to croak, and he gasped as another rush of hot fluid flowed inside him. He moaned, letting his arms fall back against the bed. His muscles were heavy and numb, and he grinned dopily. “Mmmm, baby…. Azaethoth… that was—”

  There was an old black woman with a big gray afro standing in the bedroom doorway, sweetly beaming at the pair of them.

  “What the fuck!” Sloane screeched, digging his feet down into the bed and pushing away from Loch. He groaned at the empty sensation he was left with, and he tried to ignore the come gushing between his legs as he put up a shield. “Who are you! What are you doing here?”

  Loch turned to stare, his tentacles melding back into his skin as he gasped, “Mother?”

  “Oh, my young one!” The woman rushed over to give Loch a big hug. She didn’t seem to even notice that he was naked or sweating from recent coitus, or perhaps she ju
st didn’t care.

  “Mother!” Loch hugged her back and grinned. “It’s so good to see you.”

  Sloane scrambled to pull the sheets over him for some modesty, smoothing back his damp hair in the hopes that he might look somewhat presentable. He was beyond mortified, still very aware of Loch’s fluids leaking out of him while attempting to appear as a respectable future son-in-law.

  “I’ve missed you,” she said, petting Loch’s hair and kissing his cheeks. “You look wonderful.”

  “I’ve missed you too!” Loch smiled over at Sloane. “This is my intended, Mother. This is Sloane Beaumont. He is the most beautiful creature in all the universe.”

  “Hi,” Sloane said anxiously, trying to keep a sheet wrapped around his waist as he rose to greet the goddess. “Urilith, it’s truly an honor.”

  “Please,” she insisted, reaching out for Sloane’s hand, “call me Mother.” She leaned in to kiss his cheeks. “I’m so very happy my young one has finally found his mate.”

  “I’m very happy that it’s me!” Sloane laughed anxiously. “And uh, how long exactly were you watching us…?”

  “Oh, just for a moment! I didn’t want to interrupt you!” Urilith clasped her hands together. “It was just so beautiful! I do so miss the fertility celebrations our worshippers used to hold in my honor!”

  “It’s okay!” Sloane adjusted the sheet around himself. “I know it’s not, uh, as weird for you as it is for me.”

  “Sloane’s a bit shy.” Loch playfully nudged Urilith, “But he is an exceptionally bright mortal. Kind, passionate, and he’s simply stolen my heart.”

  “I’m sure he’s wonderful,” Urilith said sweetly. “Now! What about this wedding? Have you set a date?”

  “Uh,” Sloane stammered. “No? We hadn’t really… I mean, he just asked me last night! Things have been… eh… complicated.”

  “Is this about Tollmathan?” Urilith’s expression saddened.

  “Kinda?” Sloane said weakly, guilt clawing at his insides. He felt exposed, even more so because he was still naked. “I mean… it’s… I’m sorry….”