When John ducks into a bar in an alien city he's only looking for a drink, but it's not every day you get hit on by a tentacle monster. His day is about to get a whole lot more interesting... If he can take it.
Warning: this 4200 word erotic short story contains explicit gay sex, tentacles, double penetration, and breath play. May be too hot to handle!
Excerpt for adults only:
“It’s not that funny,” John pants, and it turns into a thin whine when Veran does it again.
Veran’s nearly purring. “I think it’s very funny.” He bundles John back to the bed, and when the backs of John’s knees hit the edge of the mattress he topples like a felled tree. The breath leaves his lungs with a whoosh. Veran crawls up on top of him with preternatural grace.
When Veran sits up on top of him, John thinks for the first time that he might have misjudged the situation. There’s a distinctly predatory gleam in the alien’s eyes. He’s pinned to the mattress under a deluge of tentacles, and maybe- just maybe- he’s not the one in charge of this little venture.
Veran’s grin gets wider and wider as he watches all those thoughts flit through John’s head, and just as John opens his mouth to speak, he’s assaulted by tentacles on all sides. They pinion his wrists neatly, spread his legs, wrench his ankles apart. He yelps and Veran taps a finger to John’s lips. “Afraid?”
The stupid spacer bravado in him wells up. “’Course not-!”
“Oh, really?” The tentacle-end teasing his cock gives the tip a little flick and John bites back a groan. “Maybe you should be.”
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Published September 12, 2012
Erotica, Gay & Lesbian, Literature & Fiction, Science Fiction & Fantasy.