Head Over Tentacles

by K. L. Hiers

  “Feel good, my love?”

  “So good….” Sloane surrendered himself completely, the muscles of his legs and stomach tensing. He could feel the heat building inside of him, and he was desperate to come.

  He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this turned on, and he was absolutely aching for relief. Sex with Loch was always spectacular, but there was a new level of passion he’d never experienced before. Loch was his husband now, his mate among the stars, and they were truly going to be together forever.

  “Loch!” Sloane cried, his hips stuttering as he climaxed, the tentacle sucking his cock and eagerly drinking down every drop. The one inside him curled at an angle that made him moan, his orgasm going on for so long that Sloane was left shaking.

  Sloane felt the rush of Loch’s come deep within, whimpering softly as the tentacle on his cock took its place to fill him again. He was so full, his cock limp but still drooling a slow pulse of come across his stomach. It was almost too much, and Sloane whimpered brokenly, “Holy fffuck!”

  “Mmm, that was amazing.” Loch pressed warm kisses all over Sloane’s face, asking breathlessly, “Ready for more, my love?”

  “Mmmph, hold on….”

  “Take all the time you need. We have all of eternity.”

  “Ha! I don’t plan on taking that long.” Sloane hooked his ankles, the tips of his fingers dragging up Loch’s spine. He held him close, petting the base of Loch’s tentacles with slow, gentle strokes. He had learned that this was a particularly sensitive area for Loch, humming in satisfaction as he heard him begin to purr.

  “Sloane,” Loch moaned, his thick tentacock moving to start pushing its way inside Sloane’s slick hole. He slid in deeper, his entire body moving like a wave, rolling slowly, and each crest was the swell of his hips, thrusting into Sloane’s tight body until he was fully seated, knot and all.

  Sloane’s back rose off the bed, his hips pushing down to further deepen the connection, groaning in delight, “Oh, Loch… fuck, yes….” He hung on for the ride, taking every thrust with a loud cry, his legs shaking and soon falling off to the sides from the force of Loch’s thrusting.

  Loch’s tentacles came to Sloane’s aid, curling around his calves and ankles, holding them up to maintain a pleasurable angle. Loch was getting close, his movements more erratic, his grunts louder.

  Sloane knew this wasn’t a conclusion, only the first act of what would be an entire symphony of ecstasy. He submitted himself to it, screaming Loch’s name as they climaxed together again, loving the feeling of their bodies shuddering as one. He whimpered when some of Loch’s massive load leaked out from his hole, and rubbed his hand across his stomach with a pleased smile.

  “Good?” Loch nosed against Sloane’s cheek. He had let Sloane’s legs slip down to stretch out, but hadn’t let go. He remained coiled all around him, purring and kissing him.

  “Uh-huh,” Sloane sighed contently. “Fuck, feels very good. I love feeling this full…. Mmmph. You spoil me, you know, beautiful husband of mine.”

  “I believe that’s always been my intention.” Loch chuckled, his thick tentacock still rigid and pushing back inside Sloane.

  Sloane’s eyes fluttered closed, and he moaned quietly. “Again?”

  “Mmhmm….”

  “I always want it to be like this,” Sloane panted, mewling as Loch thrusted a little harder. “This passion, this love… fuck, you mean everything to me.”

  “It will, my love,” Loch promised.

  “Oh, Azaethoth,” Sloane murmured, wrapping his arms around Loch’s neck as they made love. “Mm, I just wanna stay here with you for the whole damn honeymoon and never leave this bed!”

  “My beautiful Starkiller,” Loch moaned, immediately locking their lips together in a fierce kiss, his cock pounding away passionately. “I love you so much.”

  Sloane had to choke back a scream, gritting his teeth as Loch ravaged him. There were moments when he could almost forget that Loch was a god, despite the unique way they made love.

  But then there were times like this, when Loch gave him a taste of his full strength, and he didn’t know how his mortal body didn’t break from such potent passions. The strain was intense, pushing the boundary of pain, but the ecstasy was practically spiritual.

  He couldn’t even count how many times he found climax, Loch taking him to the very height of physical pleasure again and again. He didn’t stop until they were both sticky, hot, and their bodies were gliding against one another.

  Sloane was impossibly full, his stomach aching and warm, laughing against Loch’s lips as he groaned, “Fuck, baby…. That was fucking incredible. You’ve never come in me that much before…. God, it feels amazing.”

  Loch had the queerest look on his face, confused and a little sheepish. He pressed his hand against Sloane’s stomach, glancing up to him with a very concerned grimace.

  Sloane couldn’t shake the funny warm feeling he had now, his hand moving to rest over the top of Loch’s. “What is it? You look like you’re about to throw up.”

  “Sloane,” Loch said slowly, his voice strained, “I have to tell you something, and there is a good chance that you’ll be very angry with me.”

  “What are you talking about?” Sloane blinked, apprehension stealing his smile.

  “Do you remember what I told you about spawning?” Loch asked with a visible cringe.

  “That we never had to worry about it?” Sloane started to feel nauseous. “Because you could stop yourself? Godly birth control?”

  “Except….”

  “Except what, Loch?”

  “Except we just got married, and I couldn’t stop thinking about when you said you wanted to spawn with me….”

  “Loch…?” Sloane’s eyes widened.

  “And you were so beautiful and so open for me,” Loch went on, groaning irritably, “and I was thinking about that book and how lovely it would be for you to carry my child. Our child.”

  “No.”

  “Yes.”

  “You didn’t.”

  “Oh, but I did.”

  “Please tell me I’m not freakin’ pregnant right now,” Sloane pleaded.

  “I would, but then I might be lying,” Loch replied miserably.

  “But… it’s… it can’t be!”

  “It is.”

  “Oh, you’ve gotta be freakin’ kidding me!” Sloane snapped, wiggling away from Loch and trying to sit up. Pregnant. He was pregnant by a god. “I am so freakin’ mad at you right now!”

  “But you love me.” Loch followed Sloane with his tentacles and dragged him back into his arms.

  “Right now, I kinda hate you!” Sloane slapped at his firm grip.

  Loch took Sloane’s hand, pressing it against Sloane’s stomach and resting his own over the top of it.

  Sloane tried to pull away. “Ugh! What are you doing?”

  “Sloane, please,” Loch said earnestly, closing his eyes. He tilted their palms until Sloane suddenly felt a little heartbeat. It was faster than both of theirs, rapid and frantic.

  “How is that… how is that possible?” Sloane gasped, his eyes flooding with tears. “It’s only been, like, five seconds!”

  “I’m a god,” Loch replied quietly, cradling Sloane close as the little heartbeat continued to flutter beneath their hands. “A very irresponsible god who is very sorry.”

  Sloane clutched his stomach, completely overwhelmed. This shouldn’t be possible, but there it was: a little flicker of life burning away inside him. The warmth he felt was sweet and comforting, and he was amazed knowing there was a new little person now growing within his belly.

  Sloane tried to speak, his voice cracking as he began, “Loch… it’s….”

  “Stupid, I know,” Loch mumbled. “I’m sorry—”

  “No…. It’s beautiful,” Sloane whispered, taking a big breath and swallowing back tears. “Okay, yes, I’m still a tiny bit mad at you… but I love you. And yes, I wanted to wait, but this is… this is incredib
le.”

  “Really?” Loch checked over Sloane’s face, as if to gauge his sincerity. Finding it satisfactory, he suddenly grinned and kissed Sloane, laughing, “I love you too.”

  “Holy crap.” Sloane’s thoughts were still careening all over the place. “I can’t believe this. I’m pregnant. With a baby. With a god’s baby. A baby god.”

  “We’re going to be a family,” Loch purred, embracing him tenderly. “Oh, my love. I’m so happy.”

  “Crap, we have so much to do! How, how are we even going to explain this? I mean, am I gonna start showing soon? How do I even freakin’ give birth! What do….” Sloane clung to Loch’s shoulders. “What do I do?”

  “I don’t know,” Loch replied honestly, kissing Sloane’s hair. “But we’re going to figure it out. We’ll do it together.”

  “Together?” Sloane asked breathlessly.

  “Yes,” Loch promised. “You’re my husband, Sloane. My mate. I will always be here to take care of you, and I will always love you.” There was a hint of mischief as he added casually, “And when your hormones start to fluctuate, I will gladly help with any additional mating needs that you might have….”

  Sloane rolled his eyes. “Mating is what got us into this mess!”

  “But it was very fun,” Loch said gleefully.

  Sloane groaned. “This is going to be insane. I mean, raising a child… I don’t even know where to begin.”

  “My darling Starkiller,” Loch soothed, “you’ve saved the world and killed two gods. Certainly you don’t think raising a child could be that hard?”

  “Guess we’re gonna find out.” Sloane laughed, kissing Loch’s lips with a sweet smile.

  “Mmmm,” Loch purred, “yes, we will.”

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  K.L. “KAT” HIERS is an embalmer, restorative artist, and queer writer. Licensed in both funeral directing and funeral service, she’s been working in the death industry for nearly a decade. Her first love was always telling stories, and she has been writing for over twenty years, penning her very first book at just eight years old. Publishers generally do not accept manuscripts in Hello Kitty notebooks, however, but she never gave up.

  Following the success of her first novel, Cold Hard Cash, she now enjoys writing professionally, focusing on spinning tales of sultry passion, exotic worlds, and emotional journeys. She loves attending horror movie conventions and indulging in cosplay of her favorite characters. She lives in Zebulon, NC, with her husband and their children, some of whom have paws and a few who only pretend to because they think it’s cute.

  Website: http://www.klhiers.com

  By K.L. Hiers

  A SUCKER FOR LOVE

  Acsquidentally In Love

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  Head Over Tentacles

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