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I watched the storm roll in over the mountains, thunder echoing across the valley, dancing with the wind. Soon, I would head inside, but not yet. I sat on the porch, beaten up coffee mug reading Royal Bodyguard in worn red letters warming my palms. I reveled in the sound of nature and the wide expanse of the sky. I needed it still, sometimes; a reminder that I was outside. That I was out.
Back in the cabin, music clicked on. The Dark Side of the Moon by Pink Floyd. I smiled at the brush of ghost fingers to my cheek.
"I'm fine."
An electric buzz across my skin brought out gooseflesh on my arms. I huffed, curling one bare foot under myself and wrapping tighter in the scratchy, brown woolen blanket. If it wanted me inside so badly it could damn well make me. God knows I loved pushing its buttons until it was forced to.
I listened to the music and the thunder, looking out over the mountains. Donut was somewhere in that direction. Had probably complained bitterly about the storm from the cozy inside of her fancy glass city hall. They were celebrating some diplomatic victory tonight, so it was just me and my companion at home. I didn't go out for those sorts of things, not in years.
The rain wall hit and I lifted my face to the spatters that got past the porch roof. For a moment, I considered walking out into the storm and letting it all wash me away. For a moment. Then the porch door banged open and a set of invisible lips kissed the join between my neck and shoulder. I sighed and stood to head inside.
It was a comfortable cabin. Quiet. Far away from curious eyes. Donut was in and out constantly, Katia and the rest visited for Christmas and Easter and sporadically through the year. But I was never alone. Too many invisible arms wrapped around me, guiding me onto the couch with no choice in the matter, the door behind me swinging shut. I sighed, content at the attention.
"I'm fine." I tried again, getting a pinch for my effort. I chuckled, fondness having long-since replaced any irritation. I lolled my head back against the couch and enjoyed the pelting rain, the thunder and the music, letting hands squeeze and roam as they willed. A sneaky mouth pressed a wet kiss to the sole of my foot, another worked its way up my shoulder and jaw and back again.
Deft fingers dipped beneath my waistband, massaging my flaccid cock through my boxers, sending little jolts up my body. I hummed and allowed myself to enjoy the attention, let it maneuver my pants down my hips, relaxed into it, held too firm to bother even trying to move. The mouth at my foot licked a long, hot stripe up the arch of my foot, sucking in a toe, the sensation felt like it was connected by a line right to my cock, which was hardening rapidly. Another mouth found itself biting at the crease of my thigh like nothing with a body ever could. Sparks of pleasure-pain flashing behind my eyes, I let out a shaky breath.
"You're a fucking tea-"
I cut myself of with a low moan as wet heat slid along the underside of my shaft. That wasn't a mouth. I felt it perch at the head, tip barely entering, the gentle dip in then out driving me mad. Desperately I tried to push up but I was held too tightly. Another mouth joined the first at my neck, licking up the other side, biting onto my ear. It was too much, too little, my breath came in quiet pants and I fluttered my eyelids open only to realise it had blinded me.
"Daddy, you're still a fucking tease."
The cabin rumbled and I choked on a long, hot, slimy appendage shoved halfway down my throat, saw starts as tightwethot sheathed itself on me. I tried to buck up into the hole and cringe back from the tentacle, but i was held too firm by a dozen roaming hands. Desperate to move I whined at the overwhelming flood of sensation. Sharp teeth were now nibbling at my toes, tongues lathed over the soles. Another tentacle circled my ass, slimy, tapered end pushing just in and it was too fucking much but I couldn't move, couldn't speak couldn't breathe.
It slid wet and clutching up and down my cock, entering my ass in the same motion, and all I could do was twitch in place and choke. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The tentacle in my mouth finally pulled back, letting me gasp in a ragged breath before shoving back in again. Hands roamed up my whole body, somewhere along the way it had taken off my clothes and I hadn't even fucking noticed. Sharp, inhuman teeth bit at my nipple, and I whined again, my whole body twitching in place. The tentacle stretching my ass open found my prostate and massaged it with ruthless efficiency, flooding my body even more with brilliant pleasure.
I came hard, whole body rigid with white hot release. It didn't pull away, just worked me through it. I collapsed as far as it would let me, head rushing with numb warmth. I let it work itself over me and in me, groaning at the over stimulation, until the whole house shuddered, the hole over me fluttered painfully and my ass and mouth were flooded with the viscous pink fluid it didn't have to expel but loved to cover me with.
I lay there, boneless, in a wet, sticky puddle, vision slowly swimming back in. The dozen hands replaced by one, rubbing gently at my chest, a nose nuzzling behind my ear.
Feeling better? It asked, low and husky. I hummed, not really capable of speech. Yeah, I kinda did. Asshole.