24 comments/ 98978 views/ 80 favorites Tentaculus By: NotTheTongs Stephan and I had been flirting for a while, but I took it all as meaningless fun. I mean, everybody knows how asocial I am and I make it pretty obvious that I'm not looking for anything beyond friendship. Besides, I'm nine years older than him. That wouldn't be a big deal if I was fifty and he was forty-one... but he's in his early twenties. I'd feel like I was corrupting a kid. A cute kid, who I'd jestingly said naughty stuff to... but still, a kid. One night, he asked me to meet up with him for dinner at this quiet little bar and grill about fifteen minutes from my house. I didn't think much of it. We were just two friends sharing a meal. I brushed my hair into a ponytail and went to the dresser. Just about everything I own is black. I grabbed a pair of black slacks and a T-shirt with "Mortal Kombat" written across the chest. He looked really nice. "Wow. Looking good, Stephan! You got a hot date later tonight?" Stephan seemed confused, glanced down at himself, then shook his head. "Everything else was in the laundry." The place was a little crowded because it was dinner time, so I talked him into sitting at the counter. We ordered drinks and split an appetizer. He seemed a little grumpy, but things got better after I made some sort of lame joke. I don't really remember what I'd said. Somewhere between encouraging him to get this cute girl's number and laughing at something one of our mutual friends had said earlier, I finally realized this was supposed to be a date. Oh, God. In hindsight, it's painfully obvious, but it hadn't even occurred to me. I didn't date. I'd never gone on a date in my life- at least, not that I'd known about. Who knows? Maybe I've gone on some and been totally oblivious about it. I was mortified, but I was also tipsy. So, I addressed it. "Stephan." "Yea." "This was... uh, was this... you know. Was this supposed to be a date?" I didn't know if it was the alcohol or my embarrassment that made me stumble over my words. Probably both. He shrugged slightly, glanced at me, and said, "... no. Yea. I don't know, maybe." His voice was a little quiet. Hurt. Damn. "I'm sorry." I hoped I sounded sincere. "I didn't know. It didn't even cross my mind until just now." "It's okay." His voice still sounded hurt. I felt awful! So, I did what seemed like the right thing to do. I kissed him. Hey, I was drinking. Common sense had left hours before. He was still talking, trying to come up with something to say to mask his hurt feelings, and I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. The kiss was intended to be soft and friendly. Then, he put his hand against my face and kissed me back. That's when my limbs turned to jelly. It was like his lips were magic. They moved against my mouth and the kiss was far more intoxicating than my drink had been. It took me a minute to come to my senses. We were in a public place, with families and stuff. I pulled back and stared at him a moment before whispering, "Wow." He looked a little sheepish. Clearing his throat, he glanced around nervously. He plucked something up in his hand and held it to me. "If you wanted the last chicken wing that bad, you could have just said so." The awkward moments were really over then. We got dinner and ate it, our conversation going over all sorts of things. I kept catching myself staring at his lips and wondering if I'd seem easy if I kissed him again. For the most part, he didn't notice. The two or three times that he did, he kind of laughed shyly and talked as if he hadn't noticed. By the end of the evening, I was beginning to feel like some kind of perv. Stephan and I left when we finished dinner, but it was like neither of us wanted the night to end. So we ended up driving to a twenty-four hour Walmart, where we could park our cars without worrying about getting towed. Then, we took a walk around the parking lot of the strip mall and chatted. I don't really remember how or when it happened, but we were holding hands by the time we found ourselves back at our cars. We leaned against the side of my car, still finding excuses to talk. He finally got up and stepped around to face me. "About before, I mean, did you... Would it be okay if I kissed you?" Would it be okay? My gosh. My heart was pounding in my throat. If he wasn't taller than me, I would have responded by just kissing him. Instead, I nodded dumbly. "Yea?" he asked, putting a hand lightly on either of my hips. I stepped away from the car, getting a little closer. Placing my hands on his chest, I nodded and whispered, "Yea." He leaned in. I met him halfway, and this time when we kissed, I knew it wasn't the alcohol. There was just something about him. His kiss made me feel weak all over. It made me want to rip his clothes off. I slid my hands up his chest and put them around the back of his neck. I felt his hands slide up my back. We were both breathing faster when we pulled away. I immediately felt a little guilty, for the same reasons I hadn't taken the flirting seriously before. What could possibly come of this? I had to say something and stop this before it turned into something a lot more serious. "Stephan..." "No." he said it softly but firmly. "No?" I asked, almost amused. "You don't even know what I was going to say." "Yea, I do... and I don't want you to tell me all of the reasons this wouldn't work," he said. "Don't you think I've thought about all of this before?" I wanted to frown, but was feeling weirdly content. My perfectly well thought out arguments faded from thought and I just sighed. "I don't know, Stephan. This all seems... wrong, somehow." He gripped my arms firmly but gently, leaning in to kiss me again. I had this distant thought that I should probably tell him to stop, but I really didn't want to. It seemed like the more he touched me, the harder it was to think clearly. Physically, I really wanted more contact, but in my head, I knew it was all wrong. I couldn't really remember why anymore. I guessed I must have had more alcohol than I'd thought. My thoughts were completely fuzzy. As his face moved in, I turned my head. Me, a victim of my hormones? I think not. "You're pretty strong willed, huh?" he said it affectionately. I'm pretty sure he's the first person who was ever pleased about me being stubborn. "Maybe I misunderstood the "wow" earlier? You know, you kissed me first." I nodded guiltily. "It wasn't supposed to be that kind of kiss." He released me then, stepping back. My body missed him already. "That kind of kiss. That kind of kiss? What kind of kiss was it, and what kind of kiss was it supposed to be?" Normally, Stephan was kind of laid back. I was pretty thrown off by how sensitive he was being, but I figured I probably sort of deserved it. I'd let things go too far. All of the flirting, the sort-of date, the kiss... Man. I was kind of a jerk. He had every right to feel upset and confused. Once he'd released me, my mind had started working again. "It was just a friendly kiss, Stephan. You know I'm attracted to you, but c'mon. I'm way older than you, so this wouldn't work as a relationship. And I don't do casual sex." "Woah, you're not 'way older' than me. You make it sound like you're ancient or like I'm a little kid. Anyway, friendship is a relationship, isn't it? And we've been doing just fine as friends. I don't know why allowing ourselves to feel more would be bad." He kissed my forehead softly, adding, "I don't do casual sex, either." His lips were still against my forehead, and I stood silently, with my eyes closed, just feeling them there. Neither of us said anything. Slowly, we moved our faces until we were looking at each other. "... but what if it doesn't work out?" He didn't answer. Instead, he leaned down to kiss me again. He was coming slowly. I could feel his breath on my lips. It was a struggle, but I managed to whisper, "I don't want to lose another friend this way. I can't lose another friend by letting things go farther." "I'm not going anywhere." He replied softly. Confidently. I hated how sure he sounded. They always sounded so sure. Despite the desire to hear that everything was going to be okay, I hated the fact that they always seemed to believe everything was going to be okay. I was a little angry, but his lips were brushing against mine when he added, "I promise." I didn't turn away this time. Maybe the years of loneliness were to blame. I lifted onto the balls of my feet to reach him. With his tongue sliding over mine, I couldn't remember what my concerns had been. I could hardly remember anything at all, really. I just knew I wanted more. If we hadn't been outside, in a parking lot, I would have started tugging at his clothing. That hit me harder than the other stuff, whatever it had been. We were in a parking lot! "Stephan..." I sighed into his mouth. "We really have to stop..." He was suddenly rigid, and he jerked back in surprise. "How are you doing that?" I blinked at him in confusion. "How am I doing what?" He didn't answer. Instead, he just peered into my eyes. "Hm. Okay. Uh, what's wrong?" "This isn't exactly an appropriate place for the things I'd like to do right now." Did I just say that? I bit my lips. "Oh." The tension left him. I realized my hand was running up his torso. I couldn't stop touching him. I wanted to roll over him, rub him all over my skin like a cat with catnip. What the hell was wrong with me? I was only vaguely aware of how bizarre my reaction was. Mostly, I just wanted him. He watched me touching him with an almost guilty expression. "Uhm, I think maybe we need to talk." Talk? He wanted to talk now? Just as I was getting warmed up, he wanted to cool it down? Ugh. Why did I always end up feeling like the man in the relationship? Was he going to ask me about my feelings now? My fingertips made contact with the skin over his collar. I shivered as a tingle moved down my arm. "Okay. Talk." "Not here," he said. "Somewhere private." Now we were talking. "Okay! Where should we go?" He furrowed his brow, thinking about it. "How about... you get in my car and I'll drive you to my condo? I'm not sure you can drive in your condition." It had been hours since the drinks, but I recognized I wasn't exactly sober. "O...kay." I'm not really that girl. You know, the one you worry about because she goes home with just anybody. The one who has one night stands all of the time. This wasn't a stranger, it was Stephan. We've known each other a while now. I just hadn't ever been to his place before. He helped me into his car- and not because I was so drunk or clumsy. He was just being nice. Damn, it's rare to meet guys who open car doors and stuff these days. Then, he got into the driver's seat. He turned the radio down so we weren't blasted with music, and off we went. About ten minutes later, we pulled into a parking lot. I followed him in and he gave me a quick tour. "You want something to drink?" He asked as he took off his jacket. "I think I've had more than enough, thanks." I looked around. It was reasonably clean. Not neat freak tidy, but not messy. He barked a laugh. It sounded weirdly forced and artificial. "I mean like water or something." He opened the fridge. "There's soda." "No, I'm okay." The buzzing in my head was starting to fade. I was starting to have the sense to be a little embarrassed about my behavior in the parking lot. "Uh, Stephan... I think the alcohol kind of made me... I mean," "Don't, please? Just, just sit." He gestured at a comfortable looking chair. I sat. Bringing his glass along, he sat on the ottoman. We were close, but not enough to touch. Stephan took a long drink and set the glass on the table. "Okay." "Okay." I replied agreeably. I wasn't sure what to say, but he's the one who said we needed to talk. "Ask." I wasn't sure what he was talking about. Ask what? So I just stared at him with the whole deer in headlights expression going on. "Ask me why you want to touch me. Why it feels good." "Gee, that sounds a little egotistical," I said, laughing lightly. "You mean you don't want to know?" he said it softly. Seriously. There wasn't a hint of arrogance in his voice. "I know you felt it. Your eyes are still a little glazed over." "What?" I blinked, hard. "What are you talking about? Did... Did you put something in my drink?" "What? God, no!" he looked embarrassed, hurt, and angry all at once. Then, he started to say something, paused, and sighed. "I don't know how to talk to you about this without sounding like a corny movie," he said. "Well, you could think of some really bad ass movies and try to steal some of their dialogue." I suggested. He laughed- a real laugh this time. Then, he took my hand. His fingers were warm, and I could feel the heat move through me. I relaxed a little at his touch. That made me a little mad. Why did he have this effect on me? Oh. That's what he was trying to talk to me about, huh? "Okay. Just tell me." I said. "Whatever it is, just... tell me." "I'm not like other guys." He said it, then laughed. "I always wanted to say that." I stared at him. I was sure it would be hilarious later. "Okay?" "Just say it, huh? Okay. I'm... damn. Okay, you like sci-fi and fantasy kind of stuff, right?" I nodded. If he didn't start talking, I was going to get mad. He looked away, then looked back at me, rubbing a thumb over the backs of my fingers. "I'm, uh, I'm not human." I arched a brow at him. This was stupid. Whatever his game was, I wasn't playing. "Riiiiiiight." "No really, listen to me, I'm not kidding and I'm not crazy, but I need you to believe me because suddenly, I dunno why, and I'm probably a moron for this, but it's important to me that you understand what you're getting into." If he took a breath at any point in that, I'd missed it. I didn't really know what to say in response. He'd just said he wasn't crazy, but he had to be if he believed what he'd just said. If he was crazy... well, I started looking around for a good impromptu weapon. "Stephan, this is..." I was going to say it was stupid, but that seemed like a risky idea at this point. Don't antagonize the crazy person. "Uh, this is just too much for me. I don't know what to think right now, other than I should probably go home." Stephan growled under his breath and tugged my hand, pulling me up. I could feel the adrenaline starting to pump through me. Obviously, he was insane, and the violence was going to start now. I reached into my pocket for my keys so I could try to defend myself with them. As my fingers made contact with them, his lips made contact with mine. Damn. He was a good kisser. The moment our lips touched, I was putty. So not cool. I couldn't get angry enough about it to fight it off, though. He pressed his forehead against mine and asked, "Are you sure that's what you want?" I couldn't really answer him. What I wanted and what I thought I should do were completely different things, and I wasn't sure which to follow. As I stood there indecisively, he reached a hand to my face and traced my cheek and lips with his thumb. "No..." He started to pull back, but I stopped him by finishing my sentence. "I'm not sure that's what I want." With a smile, he lifted my face to his and we kissed. The rush going through me was amazing, and I didn't ever want it to stop. I could have lived my entire life, just kissing him, and would have been able to die feeling as though I'd led a very rich and happy existence. So it was with a reluctant whimper than I let him go when he moved away. "Kim, I really like you," he said. "A lot. That's why I don't want to do this without... I need you to really understand..." He followed the fragmented sentences with a frustrated groan. I didn't really know how to respond. I suppose I should have been more annoyed and exasperated, but all I really felt was hopeful. I really wanted him to come and touch me some more. It was like a drug. Stephan moved the ottoman aside and stepped back. I raised a brow curiously and waited to see what he was going to do. He reached down and started taking off his shirt. Awesome! I was pretty excited about that. First, his belly button was exposed, then his chest, and then his... what the hell were those things? Two... somethings started out thick and got slimmer farther away from his torso. They moved slowly, twisting, and I saw that they had circular disks on one side. The shirt continued moving upward and two more were revealed. They were slimmer than the first two, and seemed more flexible. His shirt continued its process and in the end, a total of eight somethings were visible. Stephan discarded the top and looked at me hopefully. For some reason I could not fathom, I was not terrified. I don't know why I wasn't scrambling to escape. I did drop to the chair, too stunned to stand. He smiled a crooked smile at me as I looked at him. Then, he slowly approached me. He put his hands on my legs and gently pushed them apart, kneeling between my feet. I didn't know what to do. At least he was just touching me with his hands. I'm pretty sure that if he'd touched me with the things, I would have freaked. My breath was coming in short panicked breaths. I remember feeling a combination of fear, confusion, and unexpected excitement. That's when I figured that maybe I was in too much shock to really know what I was feeling. He put my hands on his stomach, then moved them up his chest. I let him guide my hands as they skimmed over his body. His skin was soft, supple, and pale. It was skin that obviously didn't go topless into the sunlight often- if at all. Of course not. How could he? My fingers were tingly, and I wondered if I was about to have a heart attack or something. I mean, surely I was bound to at least pass out, right? I was a little startled to realize I was getting kind of wet, though. Then again, I usually turn to sex when I'm stressed out. Maybe my body was just reacting to this extreme amount of stress. Besides, it was the first time I'd touched a guy like this in years. The tingling moved up my fingers and traveled up my arms. Suddenly, I felt a little giddy and surprised myself when I leaned forward to flick my tongue over his nipple. There was an audible intake of air. Gripping my wrists, he pushed me back so I couldn't reach him, then frowned slightly into my face. I giggled at him and he had a resigned expression for a moment before he muttered, "Okay... maybe that was too much." "Too much?" I asked, feeling a little light headed. Rather than answering me, Stephan just grumbled and let go of me. I stood, a little dazed. I didn't really know what was happening, but I felt like I was high. I didn't use drugs, but thanks to some injuries requiring pain killers, I was aware of how it felt. Just knowing I was unexpectedly high kind of killed part of the loopiness. "Wait, what? What's... what's going on?" "Uhm... okay, you've seen my tentacles-" "Tentacles? Is that what they are?" It suddenly hit me that if I wasn't going to be terrified, I should be really curious. I mean, I'd spent part of the night kissing an alien guy with tentacles! That didn't bother me as much as it should, which almost bothered me in itself. Wait, important question. "Are you an alien?" "Shh!" Stephan said, putting a finger to my lips. I opened my mouth a little and nibbled at his fingertip. I gloated as I watched a little shiver ran up his body before he jerked his hand back. "Listen. You can ask all of the questions you want in a minute, okay?" I nodded, licking my lips, getting the last trace of his flavor from them. "You know a little about biology and stuff, right?" I nodded again. "Okay. So you're familiar with the chemicals your body produces that make you feel different emotions, and the way the hormones we make can affect other people?" Tentaculus "Sure," I said, wondering if being quiet meant I had to sit still and listen, or if I could touch him again. Unable to resist, I reached out and moved my hand up his arm. He grabbed at my hands and pinned them to the arms of the overstuffed chair. How had I never noticed how strong he was? My mind was suddenly flooded with the images of a dozen hentai flicks with girls being assaulted by demons with tentacles. I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. "No touchy yet." He scolded gently. It was the "yet" that made me behave. "So like I said, I'm not human. At least, not all human. My mom is. My father isn't. Actually, we're not sure how far back this thing goes. We've figured out that it's a guy thing. Like, if they'd had a daughter, she wouldn't have had tentacles. No girl in the family has ever had them, but the males always do. We think. We haven't been able to trace it as far back as we'd like." "That's pretty crazy," I said. The places where his fingers were holding my arms to the chair were driving me crazy. I forgot that I wasn't supposed to ask questions. "So... what do those have to do with how I'm feeling?" He had a wistful expression. Having to explain all of this probably made him feel a little isolated. "You know how some life forms give off chemicals that make them more appealing for their prey?" I gulped and nodded. If the words, "life forms" had made me more uncomfortably aware of our differences, the word, "prey" had made me more afraid- and oddly, more turned on. "I have this... almost imperceptible coating all over my body. It gives off endorphins and stuff that makes you feel good if we touch. It also makes women want to... it makes you aroused." I blinked at him. "So... am I food or sex?" He suddenly gripped tighter and replied, "Both." Of course, as he must have predicted, I tried to get up and run. I failed miserably. Not only was he pinning me down, but he was positioned between my legs. He was laughing, but not in the creepy way that convinces you to get the hell out. "Wait, wait, not like that!" I glared at him, not at all amused. "What?" "I'm not going to eat you. Well... not like that, anyway." He had that mischievous smirk that men always get when they're making a sexual reference. I relaxed again. Not that my escape attempt had accomplished anything. "It seems that... this evolution happened because it ensures the continuation of the race. Species. Whatever. I kind of "feed" off of the chemicals your body produces. As we understand it, we lose the ability to produce our own as we age." "Okay. So you have this stuff all over that basically makes girls want to touch you because it helps propagate your... race. Species. Whatever. Why is it all over?" "Well, from what we've figured out, it kills off germs and stuff. The good thing is that we don't seem to get the same kinds of diseases you do. Like STDs, in case you were worried." Oh my gosh. How had I NOT thought to worry about that? I felt a little embarrassed to realize it hadn't even crossed my mind once. "If you hadn't noticed, I've only called in sick once or twice. For the most part, I'm just vulnerable right after a shower or something." "Hnh." That was neat. I was certainly intrigued. "So... what purpose, exactly, do the tentacles have?" "They're... well, they take in the chemicals. They can also be used kind of like extra arms and hands." He looked a little embarrassed. "Woah." I said it quietly. Though I'd thought about that, I hadn't actually thought that was what he was going to say. "I... I don't know how I feel about that." "I won't hurt you," he said. "I could have just done what I wanted. I still could, because your body would just go along with it, and ride the high... which I'll admit I've done before. But I really like you." "Yea, you said that. I get it all now." The knowledge that I'd been so okay about everything because I was essentially drugged up helped clear my head a little. "Wait, no I don't. Why are you telling me? Aren't you afraid I'm going to run away and tell somebody? I mean, scientists and the government and everybody." "One, it would take a lot for somebody to believe you. Two... you're too honorable for that. I haven't really done anything wrong, and I've given you no reason to think I would." He was right. I grunted. Now I had yet another secret to take to the grave. Why couldn't people stop confiding in me about everything? "Well, you did say you've taken advantage of girls before. Riding the high, as you put it." I said this with a frown to show I was serious. He snickered at my expression, which probably meant I just looked ridiculous. "Come on, Kim. You should know me well enough by now to know that I wouldn't take advantage of anybody who wouldn't want me to. And I've only done it with a few girls." "How did you know they wouldn't tell? Were they all honorable or worried about being locked up, labeled as insane?" "Really, I just told my last couple of girlfriends I was a little kinky. They wore blindfolds and they didn't know exactly what was going on. The last one assumed we weren't alone. The haze you're in can make it easy to mistake tentacles for something else if you can't see them and you're told they're something else. And maybe deep down, they didn't really care what was touching them. They didn't complain. I, uh, I might have picked girlfriends who were a little more promiscuous than you." Was that that a tactful way to tell me I was a prude? I figured I could worry and grumble about all of that later. In the meanwhile, I needed to figure out what I was going to do about Stephan. He very patiently waited for a response. "Can... I see them?" He turned slowly so I could see his back. The tentacles attached in pretty much the same way limbs do. There was no bone I could see, but a lot of very strong looking muscle. It was, actually, not so freakish to look at. I don't know what I'd expected, but this wasn't any more unusual than an extra toe. Not that I'd met anybody with an extra toe, but still. In the movies, tentacles always look really wet and slimy. I gritted my teeth and gingerly poked one, eliciting a laugh from Stephan. I swatted at his shoulder and proceeded with my examination. His tentacles were covered with skin the same color as the rest of him, but it was a little wrinkly and kind of sparkly or something. I couldn't help chuckling and thinking of that movie with the vampires sparkling in the sunlight. The tentacles were dry and smooth on their tops. I took a deep breath and put my fingers around one, squeezing gently. I jumped when he sighed. "Mmm. That feels nice." "It does?" He nodded his head, watching a little over his shoulder. I was standing at his side, gently lifting the tentacle so I could look at the other side. The little disks were suction cups, of course. They had this weird feeling that wasn't quite rubbery, but not like flaps of skin. Not that I know what a flap of skin feels like. Actually, it was kind of like when I pet a dolphin at Sea World. They seemed slightly damp, the way your hands might be if they were a little sweaty. During the course of my examination, I had noticed that my fingers were tingling more and more, and now they felt almost hot. I swallowed, my eyes closed. I was filled with such an overwhelming sense of euphoria, I was dizzy. Uh, Stephan..." He must have heard it in my voice, as he turned immediately and caught me as I started to fall. "Uh oh." Though he'd saved me from crashing into the table, we were still collapsed awkwardly on the ottoman. He turned a little and gently eased me to into a more comfortable position so that we were kind of snuggled up to each other. I smiled lazily up at him, my face against his bare chest. His skin was so soft and warm. I nuzzled against it and laughed, "My hero!" Stephan laughed and looked into my eyes. "You're practically drunk." "That's okay. You warned me. I made my own choice." I looked to my hands, still surprised by how quickly the effect had traveled from my fingers to my brain. When I looked at them, they seemed to be glistening or glittering. "What's that?" "It's that coating. It's kind of like a hormone... dust? Pollen? Wait, just plants have pollen, right? And when I'm, uh, excited, I produce more. Anyway, my whole body has a thin layer of the stuff, but on the intimate places, it's kind of thick. I'm surprised you didn't notice." "Oh. I did, but I didn't realize that's what I was looking at." I said, playing with the way the light hit my hands. I felt a little self conscious, but the high was too strong for me to care for long. Stephan watched, amused. "Uh, intimate?" "You didn't think I let just anybody touch my tentacles, did you?" He asked. "I mean, it's not like shaking hands." I think I was blushing a little. He laughed and shifted position, one of the tentacles moving closer to me. It seemed to be longer than I remembered them being. Then, I noticed that as it grew, the wrinkles of the skin smoothed out. It was a little like watching a dick get hard. "Neat." "Huh?" He asked, then figured out what I was referring to. "Oh, yea. Can I...?" He moved the tentacle closer to me slowly, waiting for my approval before touching me with it. I nodded. I was only a little hesitant. I mean, I'd just touched one and nothing bad had happened. So really, it was mostly about getting over the weirdness of it all. As it stretched out for me, it sparkled in the dim lighting of the lamp. Finally, he touched the tip of it to my face. "Is it hard to control so many limbs at once?" "Well, no. It's just part of my body. Like, you probably don't think anything of it if you walk through the store, talk to somebody, and push a shopping cart at the same time, right? It's like that." The tentacle sent a little hum of pleasure through me. I was very curious, and I turned my head suddenly, putting the tip into my mouth. Stephan made a sound of surprised pleasure. "Ahh?!" I giggled a little and sucked on it, flicking my tongue over the very tip. He groaned and slipped a hand under my shirt. Sliding it up over my skin, he cupped me over my bra, rubbing until my nipple was a hard nub, straining against the satin. My mouth opened wider as I gasped, and the tentacle moved deeper into my mouth. I wondered if it felt as good to him as it might to get a blow job. I sucked it like it was a dick, and he groaned loudly and closed his eyes. After a minute, he slipped the tentacle from my mouth and kissed me softly. I watched with disappointment as he lifted up. He stood and offered me his hand. "Let's go to the bedroom. There's more room." I suddenly felt shy, but took his hand and let him guide me. His bed was huge- but then, it might have just been me. Things always look bigger than they are when you're a little afraid. I stood beside it, trying not to look as awkward as I felt. Stephan smiled and stepped close to me, taking my hands into his. He kissed me gently on the forehead, then on each of my eyelids, and then my mouth. The kisses were sweetly seductive and I felt the unease fade. I didn't know if that was because of the hormones or just him, but it was nice anyway. He pushed me gently backwards until I was sitting on the bed. Reaching down, he pulled at the bottom of my T-shirt, lifting it up over my head. I assisted in taking it off, then reached behind me to unfasten my bra. He slid it down my arms and put it on the dresser near the bed, along with my shirt. Kneeling down, he removed my shoes while I started to unfasten my pants. He moved quickly, reaching to stop my hands. "Let me." We kissed and he moved so he stood slightly over me, helping me stand. His bare skin slid over mine and the heat filled my tummy and chest as we touched. I whimpered into his mouth. Stephan kissed my jaw, then my throat, making a slow line down my body until he found my nipple. His lips rubbed up and down over it before parting to take it in. I shivered a little. He moved his hands down my body, his tongue stroking my nipple gently. Soon, he had my pants undone, and moved away so I could step out of them. He slid them down my legs and knelt at my feet a moment, rubbing my thighs with his face. I took his hands and tugged him up from the floor. Slipping my hands out of his, I unfastened his belt and pants. They dropped to the floor and I tugged at his underwear. As I pulled them to the floor, I noticed the "dust" was falling lightly from him. It looked kind of golden in the dim lighting, like movie fairy dust. I looked up at him, not having paid much attention before. Standing there so still, he almost looked like some golden statue of a god. Knowing what the substance was, and how I reacted to it, I was both afraid and excited about having so much of it right there, beside my face. The excitement won out. Maybe the fear added to it. I don't know. I reached up and took his dick in my hand. Immediately, I felt the now familiar tingle move up my arm. Stephan groaned as I slowly stroked it, making it harder. It was a little longer than I'd expected it to be. I put my face forward and pressed soft kisses against the head. I loved sucking dick, anyway, but this was a new experience altogether. A drop of creamy pre-cum welled at the tip of his dick, and when I sipped it, it was much more potent than the film over his skin had been. Not only did it give me the giddy tipsy feeling, but there was this insanely overwhelming need to fuck. Maybe that was just me being me, getting turned on, giving a blow job. Before this, it had been a nice and erotic experience, and I'd wanted Stephan inside of me. Now, I wanted him with an animal lust, wanted him to take me and pound himself into me. "Damn." He was gazing down at me, his eyes half shut. "You ok?" "Yea... just... wow." It was a real struggle, trying to form coherent sentences at this point. A thought floated into my mind. "So... does this fade? I mean, like your parents. Did your mom become immune to it or something?" "My mom? You just had my penis in your mouth and now you want to talk about my mom?" He was laughing too hard to keep standing there. I felt a little embarrassed, but still wanted to know. He pulled me up and got onto the bed with me in tow. As our bodies touched, it was a weird feeling. Kind of an itch, or maybe a low burn. "Obviously, she didn't tell me any details about sex with my dad. But I know they were always very affectionate. And her eyes were usually pretty glazed over in the mornings." Here, he paused and looked at me. "Basically, your pupils get dilated and stuff, just like if you were high. That's why I keep checking yours. Normally, people lose all of those inhibitions you keep having. Actually..." "Hmm?" I sighed curiously, hovering my fingertips slightly over his skin, taunting myself with the barest brush of contact. He swallowed and took a breath, apparently as excited by my excitement as I was by him. "Actually, the stuff kind of gives a brief sensation of addiction. Like it makes you crave more and more." "Wait, am I going to be, like, a junkie?" I asked, a little angry that he'd put me in such a position. "No, it's temporary, like the high. If you try hard enough, you can ignore it. I think you, personally, wouldn't have to try that hard." He said it quickly to soothe my flaring temper before it killed the mood altogether. "It should just make you want more and more, no matter how much you have, and no matter how good it makes you feel. Maybe it's because the high is temporary. But from what I understand... at the end, it's worth it. You'll, uh, when I... Well, when it's over, the neurotransmitters or something change. You'll kind of be floating on a good feeling, without the craving." "Oh. That's kind of neat," I whispered, my hand moving over the curves of his body. I shifted my position on the bed. "Okay, I'm done with talky for now." Stephan laughed. "Are you sure? I don't want to take advantage of-- ahh!" I'd slurped his dick back into my mouth. Inhibitions? What inhibitions? His dick was only partway hard, which I've always loved. There is something so hot about feeling a man get hard in my mouth. Kind of a power rush. It started throbbing slightly, getting harder as I moved my tongue in little teasing circles. God, it even tasted good. That stuff was like cinnamon and honey, maybe. I was trying, at first, to figure out what it tasted like, but soon, my lips were tingling and I was getting too giddy to pay attention. His hands were in my hair, curling around the locks. I looked up into his face, which was all caught up in the excitement. That's when I noticed how the tentacles were reacting. I'd forgotten they got "erections" too. For a moment I was scared, seeing how thick and long they were. The cups were glistening a little, getting a little wetter, I guessed. My mouth opened, I think I was about to gasp in fear, or maybe scream. I felt his dick sliding from my lips. He opened his eyes, recognized my anxiety, and reached down to touch the top of my head. With one of those tentacles. I only had a fraction of a moment to be disgusted and absolutely terrified. Then, the powerful rush of hormones took over. If I'd had the presence of mind, I would have been horrified by how quickly it took over. Dear God, if I'd been told this would kill me, I would probably have been okay with that, just as long as it kept going until I died. I suddenly had a little compassion for drug addicts. I was dizzy for a moment as the chemicals swept me up into the most amazing blast of lust. And happiness. I don't get happy... so for me, that was a big deal. He reached a hand down to my face, pulling me up to him. We kissed, and he held me close to him, his hands moving over my back and in my hair. The tentacle on my head moved down to settle on my shoulder. I shivered, a weird combination of revulsion and lust. I was still a little freaked out about it, which I suppose was normal. The suction cups actually felt kind of nice. Like getting a dozen kisses at once. His dick was pressing into my thigh, sliding against the moisture that had slowly seeped out of me. For a moment, I was surprised by how wet I was. I moved with the plan of letting it slide into me, but Stephan had other plans. He rolled us over so he was on top of me, kissing me gently. With one hand, he propped himself up, and the other caressed my body. Slowly, the tentacle on my shoulder started moving over me as well. I was nervous at first, but as it didn't hurt, I relaxed a little. As I did, another tentacle touched me. I kind of jumped as it made contact with my chest. It slowly slid down, moving to circle my tit, the tip of it moving against my nipple. It felt like licking, which was kind of strange. I started to look down, but I think he knew it would have been too much for me. He caught my mouth in a kiss again, and I sighed into his mouth. It was all very weird, especially with the way I kept getting little highs on top of highs. When he pulled his head back up, I asked, "Is there more of that on your lips or something? Why does that seem to push it a little further?" He laughed and teased, "Did it occur to you that maybe I'm just a good kisser?" I must have looked skeptical. "Okay. You're really strong willed, so each time you start thinking about how different all of this is, you get a little scared, and that cuts into it a little. That's why you were able to resist me at all in the parking lot earlier. Your reluctance to get close to anybody kind of saves you. So each time you make contact with me, it's like an all new high." I tried to feel insulted, about this whole fear of intimacy thing that I always pretend doesn't exist. I opened my mouth and started to respond, and he immediately kissed me. He invaded my mouth with his tongue, and I groaned. Dammit. If he was going to start kissing me to win our arguments, I was in trouble. I didn't realize it, but I was already in trouble. So wrapped up in the kiss, I hadn't even realized most of his tentacles were now touching me. All I knew was that I was so fucking turned on. Tentaculus "Stephan..." I groaned into his mouth, spreading my thighs a little under him, moving against him, wanting to take him into me. He held me closer, adjusting his position. He moved a hand down. I sighed with contentment as he started to touch me. Slowly, softly, he ran his fingers over my incredibly wet pussy. His palm pressed against me, fingers moving up and down, pressing only slightly inward. Whimpering, I lifted up, trying to get them further in. With the position we were in, it didn't accomplish much. He chuckled at me, which made me a little mad. He must have seen that in my expression, as he quickly composed himself and just smiled encouragingly. Then, he slipped a finger slowly deeper, pressing against all of those sensitive spots that hadn't had a man's touch in so long. It was slowly joined by another, and he started moving them in me, wiggling slightly. He slid them up and down, more of a tease, not quite filling me the way I wanted. It felt so good. Was it the thrill of this bizarre encounter? Was it the endorphins and whatnot? Was it because it had been so long since the last time? Probably everything and then some. I moaned, bucking up against his hand, trying to get more. God, I needed more. He slipped them up, until one was out and the other was only barely there. Big meanie. Then, he dragged the remaining fingertip along the slippery folds until he'd reached my clit. It rested there a moment, then twisted and stroked, stimulating my nerve endings until my whole body was tense under him and I was panting. Then, as he continued the sweet torment, keeping me just on the very edge of an orgasm, he brought his hand to his lips, smiling into my eyes as he licked his finger clean. It took me a minute to really understand. Then, I did. Shit, if his hands were up by my face... that was the tip of a tentacle there, driving me crazy. Even the fear couldn't overwhelm me, I was lost to the sensation. At the moment, all I wanted was to cum. He looked serious then. "Tell me." I didn't know what the hell he was talking about, which must have been evident. "I want this to be your decision. If you really want this," he emphasized what he was talking about by wiggling it faster for a second. Until that point, I hadn't realized it was possible for me to get any closer without plunging over the edge. "If you want it, tell me." I knew he didn't just want a yes or no. He was after straight out permission to put it inside of me. He wanted me to accept it, or not. Accept HIM, or not. At least he wasn't asking me to love him. "Stephan..." He waited, unwavering. After all, I was the one who was all 'drugged up'. He was just horny. And hungry. I heard a little voice in the back of my head add that. It was a lot to ask for, and it was kind of unfair of him to ask me while keeping me this damned close to an orgasm. Still, we both knew that if I really wouldn't be okay with this, I'd be able to walk away. Maybe. "Uhm... Stephan, please... I need you so badly, tentacles and all." A relieved smile spread over his face, and he leaned in to kiss me. At the same time, he moved the tentacle downward. It slipped easily through my natural lubrication, burying deep into me. I guess it hadn't even been all of the way hard, or whatever the right word was for this. I could feel it thickening as it moved. The cups sucked lightly at the walls, the texture of them rubbing against my sensitive tissue. He stopped before filling me up, and I whimpered, still feeling wretchedly empty. Suddenly, the stuff coating him seemed to burst from the tentacle. I could feel it, this weird blast of heat. I pulled away from the kiss, needing to scream. He plunged the tentacle all of the way into me and I bit his shoulder and neck, grunting loudly as I climbed higher, closer to the quickly approaching orgasm. With three or four deep strokes, I was there and my nails bit into his arms. He rested the tentacle there, inside of me as I rocked against him, screaming some meaningless noise of ecstasy. Before I could come back down, he was thrusting again. It was so thick, so hot. That tingle was spreading over my whole body, but mostly, it stayed right there, where he was pummeling my pussy with a tentacle. It actually started to hurt, having orgasm after orgasm like that, climbing and falling too fast to count. I was totally lost to the mind blowing pleasure. By the time that things started slowing down enough for me to really have any sense of what was going on, I was wrapped in tentacles. Some part of me thought I should be terrified. I had one around each of my boobs, each teasing my nipples with their almost rubbery tips. Two were between my legs, one buried inside of me and the other rubbing and sucking around the other. I could feel one rubbing my ass, snaked between the cheeks. The others were wrapped around me, sucking and squeezing. Stephen watched it all through half closed eyes. He looked like he was into it, but he didn't look like he was having even half as much fun as I was. I guess with eight tentacles and one penis, this probably was a little more complicated. I looked suddenly to his groin, where his dick stood hard, pink, and dripping. Despite everything I was getting, I felt deprived. Through the fog of pleasure, I managed to groan, "Stephan" He looked at my face then, smiling slightly. "Stephan..." My voice failed me as I came again, and reaching for it pleadingly. I'm pretty sure this was the first time I was ever annoyed by multiple orgasms. "I want..." He shifted position to slide his dick into my waiting hands. I have always loved the sensation of that amazingly soft skin rubbing against me; so delicate and silky, covering the turgid flesh beneath. Even without the substance that coated his body, I would have been entranced by the experience. With it, however, it was hypnotic. I let my hands move over him slowly, back and forth. I heard and disregarded the hissing sound as he inhaled sharply. After a few seconds, I finally finished my sentence. "...it inside of me." He must have really liked that idea, as suddenly, the tentacles seemed to get a little thicker. Geeze, how big would they get? My eyes closed as the one inside of me rocked back and forth quickly, making me orgasm yet again. It was still as I finished, giving me a chance to breathe for once. All around me, they seemed to pulse. Although I wasn't mid orgasm anymore, I still felt pretty spacey. I was in a euphoric state, and everything felt like sunshine and rainbows. The tentacles were all slowing. The one at my ass slid out from under me gently. Then, the one in my pussy slowly withdrew to my dismayed groan. He got onto his back and beckoned with his fingers. I crawled over and he reached for my face. Wrapping his fingers in my long hair, he pulled slightly, bringing my face to his. I sighed as the renewed effects washed over me when we locked lips. He slid his hands over me, pulling me onto him. I put a leg over him, positioning myself so one knee was on either side of him. He smiled up at me, stroking my body lightly. I perched comfortably over him as he reached down. Once he was positioned just right, I started sliding down. Is there anything that feels as good as that first thrust? That first moment during sex when it's not a finger or tongue, not a... tentacle. Just a hard dick and a wet pussy coming together, sliding against each other. Damn, I love it. It was great, feeling him slowly filling me up, feeling myself slide down onto him. We both groaned in unison for that first moment. Then, he reached up, grabbed my hips, lifted me slightly, and slammed me back down onto him. He thrust up into me, encouraging me to fuck him hard and fast. I did, shouting his name each time he was fully inside of me. I came, then came again, and he pulled me down to him, wrapping me up in his arms to hold me close and to whisper in my ear about how good it felt. One of his tentacles was there, near my face in the crook of his neck. I gently took it in my hand. He looked surprised, but made no comment as I pulled it closer. I eased it into my mouth, sucking it gently as I started pumping my hips again, taking his still hard dick for another ride. Rocking back and forth on his lap, I shouted as he lifted against me, into me. We shouted together with each thrust, until I fell off of the edge of sanity, shaking and screaming.