One eldritch encounter... ♡
Christopher is unsure how this is supposed to work. If it was supposed to work at all. But the one thing he knows is: he needs it to work.
Throwing back his head, eyes closed, he uses his left hand to guide Gyth to his dick. Gyth lets him. At first, it feels wrong. Then again, Christopher thinks absentmindedly, people say gay sex is wrong. So, he could just as well be with an eldritch monster in the first place.
His voice is but a breathy hiss when the tentacle slides against his sensitive skin. He gasps as Gyth lifts him up higher, slow and careful, to have better access to his lower half. He curls his tentacle around the base of Christopher’s dick – slick and slow, it twirls around it, to the tip.
Christopher bends his back, fighting the urge to thrust forward. The sensation of Gyth’s hot tentacle is incredible – it gently rubs against the slit on his glans – and then pulls him forward by his cock with just the right amount of force.
Following the motion, back and forth once more, Christopher stifles a moan. His ass is steadied by the powerful bouquet of tentacles behind him, caressing his buttcheeks, twirling around his trembling legs. And arms. He won’t fall down, he’s safe and sound in place.
They quickly find their rhythm. Christopher now gives in to the temptation of looking at Gyth’s giant body in front of him – below him, too. Everchanging shreds of floating flesh, stroking him here and there. The whale song returns, cradling Christopher beautifully in this warm embrace.
Gyth wraps gentle tendrils around his wrists, where he must undoubtedly feel Christopher’s pulse going crazy. When his eyes flutter close again, more tentacles travel up his body. Not to overtake him but to stroke his chest. Gyth attaches suckers to his torso, over his nipples, and starts sucking gently in all those places, sending sparks of pleasure through Christopher’s pliant body.
A loud moan tears from his mouth, followed by labored breaths, and he desperately leans into the touch – God, he feels dirty right now –
Rhythmically, Gyth squeezes his dick. He is beautifully curled around it. He attaches the tiny suckers by the tentacle’s tip to Christopher’s glans to mirror the sucking on his nipples, wet and hot and soft.
He’s so big but his touches so focused, so controlled…
It is unbelievable, Christopher will think later, to be had by an eldritch abomination that he knows could tear him limb from limb but feeling safe under its touch. Not being creeped out. Not caring where up and down is anymore.
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