Tag: tentacles

idk if i will finish this tonight 

The idea of sexuality and mating was familiar to Rhys in theory—as a member of the royal family, he was well read and intimate with the history and culture of his people—and yet tremendously foreign in practice

Rhys was the prince, and his body had been kept like a glass prize by his parents until Jack’s proposal—thus he hadn’t ever really had the leeway to go about and experiment with other species, or even other Eridians. But ever since Jack had been sealed within the contract of marriage, he seemed to want to make the best out of his situation—which included exploring the prince’s body in ways that the alien found both curious and satisfying.

Jack had come to Rhys’ bedchamber tonight, the prince clad in only his airy nighttime vestments, which the human had quickly let fall to the floor. Rhys had wasted no time in wrapping his lanky form around the human, his tail curling around Jack’s thigh as he human backed him towards the bed. The spots on Rhys’ chest and back had glowed bright periwinkle with lust, twinkling like the stars outside the window of the chamber. Rhys wanted badly to mate with the human once again, but Jack had had something else in mind. He had carefully bound Rhys’ hands above his head with a delicate piece of fabric decorating the prince’s headboard, something that had initially made Rhys spike up in alarm, but Jack had pressed a steady finger to his lip and shushed him with a smile, before settling himself between the prince’s bare legs. Rhys had tested the bonds, deciding that he could easily break out of them if Jack tried anything untoward.

He now watched with curious eyes as Jack laid out on the bed in such a way that his head was between the prince’s thighs, cheek resting against the soft, faint purple skin with a smirk after positioning Rhys’ calves on his shoulders. His forearms wrapped around the alien’s upper thigh, his hips settled flat on Rhys’ hips, holding him firmly against the bed. The alien cocked his head, eyes narrowing slightly in trepidation, his tail swishing softly against the bedsheets. Jack locked eyes with the Eridian for a brief moment as he leaned it before his eyelids fluttered shut, tongue darting from between his parted lips to press against the damp slit in the skin of Rhys’ crotch.

The Eridian’s entire body went rigid, his tail thumping against the bed, hands fisting in their bonds at the unexpected sensation. His back arched off of the bed as Jack rubbed his tongue over Rhys’ slit, small nosies gasping from between his teeth as he felt his entrance loosen up, felt fluid begin to leak over Jack’s tongue. The appreciative hum that came from the human made Rhys shiver, the moist warmth of his breath and the vibrations of his voice drumming directly into the alien’s sensitive flesh.

When Jack dipped his tongue inside of the prince’s cloaca, Rhys let out a loud, proper moan, his clawed toes curling against Jack’s lower back. It was warm, supple pressure inside of him, flexing against his insides as it sought to push deeper. The Eridian squirmed, breathless as he felt himself open up proper, his reproductive anatomy shifting slightly with the penetration of Jack’s tongue, body fooled into preparing Rhys to be bred. Embarrassment crossed the pleasure fogging Rhys’ mind as he felt movement stir inside of him—the slimy, curious tentacles inside of his cloaca worming forth as the opening widened from a mere slit in his crotch to a wet hole surrounding by folds of purple skin and tentacles.

“Well well well. Hello there.” Jack chuckled as he drew back, the little tentacles following him, curiously prodding at his nose and lips. The human smirked, giving them a cheeky kiss as he looked up at the prince. Rhys was panting, a deep purple blush spread all over his face, the spots on his chest and shoulders shining brightly with the alien’s arousal.

“How you doing, cupcake?” Jack whispered with earnest as one of the tentacles caressed down his face. Rhys licked his lips, trying to form words to express what he was feeling, but all that came out was—

“Don’t…don’t stop….”

Thankfully, stopping was the furthest thing from Jack’s mind. With a greedy smile, he delved back into Rhys’ hole, lips pressed against the sensitive opening as his tongue again worked inside of the prince’s opening.