Tentacle on 34th Street (Tinsel and Tentacles 2.0)

Chapter 19

CHAPTER 19

A lex stared into Cryss’s eyes, the intensity he saw there taking his breath away. Their mouths danced around one another’s. Cryss’s warm breath washed over his face, the scent of cinnamon filling his nose. His cock throbbed, aching to be touched, his body yearning to be claimed. Yet Cryss hovered above him, holding him inches over the surface of the bed in those strong arms Alex had lain in night after night.

“I want to see all of you,” Alex whispered. “I want to feel all of you.”

“I don’t want to scare him,” Alex heard Cryss say in his mind.

“I’m not scared,” he murmured.

Cryss frowned. “You just said you were.”

“You think I’m afraid of you. I’m not. I’m…” Alex shook his head. “I’m afraid of this thing between us. How powerful it is… yet how fragile it can be at the same time. I’m afraid of making a mistake and of it all disappearing before we can find our way through.” He lifted a hand to Cryss’s cheek, the man’s beard tickling his palm. “I don’t want to be afraid of that anymore. I want to trust that whatever brought us together can’t be destroyed.”

Cryss held his gaze a moment before slowly lowering to his lips for a gentle kiss. When Cryss sat up and away from Alex, he cringed, scared the man was leaving. Cryss peeled his sweater over his head and tossed it onto the floor by the bed. Alex watched, a smile growing, as Cryss removed his shirt, as well. Alex grasped the bottom of his own sweater, but Cryss stilled his hand, silently saying no with a gaze. Alex lowered his hands and watched Cryss bare himself completely.

When he was done, he returned to the same spot, his long, muscled body hovering above Alex. He pressed closer, deepening the embrace, his tongue swashing over Alex’s. Something slithered up Alex’s arm, and he instinctively jerked, gasping against Cryss’s mouth. He pulled his lips from Cryss’s and turned his focus to the tentacle leisurely coiling around his wrist and upward to his elbow. Another wrapped around his uninjured ankle, bending his leg at the knee and opening him for Cryss to press closer. The man’s hard cock throbbed against his belly, making him want all the more.

Alex’s head fell back as more of the tentacles coiled around him, massaging his muscles and lifting him off the mattress. Cryss kissed him softly before rising above him. His thicker, lower tentacles spread out across the mattress while the upper ones lifted Alex and removed his clothing, piece by piece until he was bare.

Cryss set him back on the bed, on his knees, removing each tentacle. Alex stared at Cryss’s body, his gaze washing over all the new curls and planes. His head and torso remained human, but his limbs and cock had transformed into the soft blue and pink tentacles he remembered from his dreams.

“Is this what you wanted?” Cryss asked. “Or more?”

Alex knew that Cryss could go further, the rest of him shifting and changing. Cryss had shown him once in the dreams. But he needed to hold onto the Cryss he knew. He couldn’t lose that. Not yet. Not until he’d had time to truly know the other half of his alien lover. “Can you stay like this? So I can still see your face?”

Cryss smiled softly. “Of course, my love.”

He lifted one of his upper tentacles toward Alex, stopping a few inches from touching. Alex closed the gap, spreading his palm over the top of it, gliding over the smooth surface. He struggled for air, the excitement of sharing something new, yet old was awe-inspiring. The dreams had been real, but at the same time, they hadn’t been. They’d been together, sure, but their bodies had never touched that way in reality. He’d never had Cryss’s tentacles deep within him, surging and pulsing with need.

Cryss coiled around Alex’s arm as he extended it, until the two were entangled. Alex’s other arm was soon encircled as well. Cryss slid the tentacles down to his wrist before grabbing his feet. Alex was drawn into a horizontal position, more tentacles coiling under his body until he felt weightless. Alex closed his eyes, cradled tenderly in Cryss’s appendages. He’d feared it would overwhelm, and he’d panic, but there was no anxiety.

Only anticipation.

Both wrists were moved together, bound by one tentacle, and Alex was held firmly in position. Both legs were bent and spread wide as Cryss moved between his thighs, his reproductive tentacles elongating and growing redder, puffy, and full. The two smaller ones coiled in either direction—one wrapping around Alex’s cock, the other spreading his cheeks wide.

Alex felt friction against his hole and then came the familiar tingling. The tip of Cryss’s tentacle dipped inside him, spreading more lubrication, preparing him to be claimed. His gaze met Cryss’s, his heart racing so fast he feared it might give out.

“Are you ready for what comes next?” Cryss asked, his torso gliding closer, lips inches from Alex’s.

“Yesss,” Alex hissed, his head falling back some, cradled by another tentacle. “I need you, Cryss… please.”

The feeler wrapped around Alex’s cock squeezed up and down. It didn’t move, the muscles within it did—giving Alex the sensation of a stroke. The power in that one tentacle was immense. He was surrounded by over a dozen of them. Cryss could easily destroy him—tear him limb from limb. The only destruction wrought would be the kind Alex yearned for, shattering him apart and melding him back together again.

The middle, thickest part of Cryss pressed against his entrance, the thin tip slithering inside him. The taper end thickened as Cryss surged forward, spreading Alex wider and wider still. Again, the muscles moved, the sensation of motion in motion. Back and forth as Alex slid deeper. Thicker and thicker, stretching him apart.

“Oh god…” Alex’s back bowed as Cryss was almost all the way in. He rode the edge of pleasure and pain, needing to feel it all within him.

Cryss captured his mouth as the final inches surged deep, swallowing his moans and whimpers. His pleas for more. By the end, he felt conquered, Cryss impossibly thick. Alex looked down his stomach to eye them linked and couldn’t see past his abdomen, swollen with Cryss inside him. When the motion came, his stomach swelled more, the muscle movement visible.

“Cryss…” Alex whimpered at the swelling sensation, of having every possible inch within filled to capacity. “Oh god… I can’t…”

Cryss paused, lifting his chin with a gentle tentacle. “Do you remember your safe word?”

Alex swallowed, his mind racing. Finally, he nodded. “Yes…”

Cryss pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “Do you need to use your safe word?”

“No… just a pause… please…”

Cryss smiled. “Of course, my love.” He captured Alex’s lips, hungry. “You’re the one in control, Alex. Always.”

Alex moaned against his tongue as he dove in for another kiss. Relaxing as the glutting sensation passed, Alex’s body grew familiar with the swelling in his ass and belly. The more Cryss kissed him, the more he craved movement.

“I’m ready,” Alex whispered between kisses. “I wanna feel you.”

Cryss lifted his head and gazed down at Alex, hovering only an inch above. The muscles constricted, the motionless motion resuming all over his body, but focused on his cock and hole. When he felt the third tentacle that had opened his cheeks apart enter under the first, he wasn’t sure he could take any more stretch. He gasped, his safe word on his tongue, but the second the tip of it collided against his prostate, he swallowed it, a moan rising in its place.

Cryss lunged in for another kiss, seizing his mouth once more. He absorbed Alex’s moans and pleasure, dragging them out one by one. Alex’s back bowed again, the combined sensations sending his body into overload, frying his brain. He felt as if he were floating, yet frozen and full. Lost and found.

Alex gasped for air when Cryss released his mouth. Cryss trailed kisses over his cheek to his ear before whispering, “Do you want my eggs inside you?”

A violent shudder traveled through him like a jolt, the need to be bred as strong as his need for his next breath. “Fill me… fill me up…”

Cryss trembled against him a few seconds before Alex’s ass was stretched even wider. The first egg pushed through his tentacle and was deposited inside Alex’s abdomen. Another… and another… each of them nearly tearing him apart as they entered. The pain was quick, over in an instant, and only worth it for the incredible pleasure left in its wake. Each one rubbed against his prostate as it entered him.

By the last one, Alex’s body seized, locked in what felt like multiple orgasms at once. An anal orgasm hit at the same time he came, his cock shooting thick ropes of cum. He crested, screaming as his body trembled forcefully, thighs shaking. Cryss’s eggs continued to enter him, extending the p-spot stimulation, dragging out the anal orgasm longer.

His body was tight as a bow string, the pleasure too much for one body to contain. Alex’s head whipped up, and he sensed he’d briefly blacked out. Dark spots lingered at the edges of his vision, his body trembling with aftershock after aftershock.

“Are you okay, baby?” Cryss asked, worry in his tone.

“Ye…yes…” Alex forced out, his throat raw from screaming.

“I lost you there for a few seconds, I think.”

Alex was gently lowered to the bed. Once he lay boneless on the bed, gasping for air, Cryss returned to fully human form and cuddled behind him, laying tender kisses on his neck. He caressed Alex’s body with those strong hands of his, helping to calm the tremors left behind.

“I think I blacked out for a bit,” Alex whispered once his breathing evened out. “You broke my brain with that one.”

Cryss chuckled, the smugness unable to be missed.

“Oh, you like that, hmm?”

“That I gave you multiple, concurrent orgasms that were strong enough to shut down your brain for a few seconds?” Cryss asked, his voice barely above a whisper against Alex’s ear. “Why yes, I think I do take pride in that.” He gently nipped at Alex’s earlobe. “As long as you felt good… and felt safe… but most importantly good … through it all.”

“Oh, I felt good. Really good. There were a few moments I feared it would be too much pleasure. The safe words came to my lips a couple of times, but I’m glad I didn’t use them. That was… mind-blowing,” Alex murmured. “Literally mind-blowing.”

Cryss palmed his belly, soothing him. “So I passed the first tentacle test, hmm? Did I receive a good grade?”

“Five stars,” Alex murmured, his eyelids growing heavy.

Cryss kissed his neck, running a hand over and over his belly. It took Alex a moment to register his stomach was distended. He placed his hand over Cryss’s, and the fullness caught him off guard. Alex rolled to his back.

He looked pregnant.

“Cryss…” he whimpered, panic seizing.

“ It’s okay. My eggs are still inside you,” Cryss said, his voice soothing as he traced his hand over the swollen surface. “They’ll slide down in a few minutes, and you’ll push them rest of the way out. I’ll guide you through it. They’ll all be gone soon, and you’ll be back to yourself. I promise.”

Alex slowly relaxed, watching Cryss’s hand lovingly cradling his eggs. His body no longer looked like his own. The fullness and pressure were similar to the feeling of Cryss inside him, different but no less unpleasant. Seeing himself filled with Alex’s babies made his breath catch. A sense of melancholy washed over him.

“How long is a few minutes?” Alex asked.

“If they bother you, we can try to urge them down and speed the process,” Cryss whispered.

“No. Quite the opposite. It’s an odd sensation, but a pleasant one.” He ran both hands down the swell. “I just want to know how long they’ll stay like this.”

“Every man is different. Gravity can change things, too. Stay in bed on your back, and it’ll take longer for them to slide down. Stand up and walk around a bit and it might take only a few minutes before you feel the first one ready to come out.”

“Will it hurt? When they come out?”

“No more than they hurt going in,” Cryss replied.

“That actually felt good,” Alex murmured. “Really good. They hit my prostate.”

“There are males— and females —who’ve orgasmed from the pressure while giving birth. Makes sense it might work the same way in reverse.” Cryss lifted on his elbow and caressed Alex’s belly. “My babies look good inside you.”

Alex paused. “These aren’t… like actual… babies, right?”

Cryss chuckled. “No. They’re a collections of cells. Babies form once in an egg pouch after genetic material has been absorbed.”

“Genetic material absorbed? So the childbearer kicks in a little DNA?”

“Of course.”

“I wasn’t sure. Your egg. Your sperm. I figured the childbearer was just… the vessel.”

“We don’t clone ourselves,” Cryss murmured. “Well, it is possible to do that, in the right circumstances, but no. Once in the egg pouch, the egg draws genetic material and nourishment from the childbearer. Any children produced are a blend of both parents.”

Alex caressed the swell, a sudden, intense need to give Cryss a child forming a lump in his throat. He could never share that with Cryss. His stomach swollen with eggs would be as close as he got.

“Hand me a pillow, please,” Alex said.

Cryss dragged one down for him.

Alex yanked it under his bottom.

“What are you doing?” Cryss asked, frowning.

“Negating gravity. Maybe it’ll last a little longer.”

The corners of Cryss’s lips curled up. He leaned in and kissed Alex’s eyelids, one by one. His nose. Each cheek. And finally, his lips. He drew back up and stared down at Alex, between glances of his hand running over the swell. He could see a sense of longing in Cryss’s eyes—a perhaps a tiny speck of heartbreak that it wasn’t real.

“The first moment you mentioned you could get men pregnant—I was seriously rattled at the concept. Terrified that you’d leave one of your eggs in me by mistake and knock me up.” He chuckled, but there was no mirth to it. “Now, I almost feel sad I can’t give that to you someday.”

Cryss smiled wanly. He didn’t speak but swallowed a lump in his throat before sliding down Alex’s body to rain kisses over the swell. He pressed between Alex’s legs, lifting them. “Can I come inside you again? I want to make love to you like this, swollen and filled with my eggs.”

“My body is yours,” Alex whispered. “You take whatever you need, remember?”

Cryss’s eyes turned hooded, his lips parting on a gasp. He angled Alex and his cock before sliding in. Cryss rested on his knees, holding Alex’s legs high, watching the swell as he thrust deep, over and over again. For a moment, Alex allowed himself to pretend. He was pregnant with the man’s baby growing inside him, safe and protected.

“Be careful of our babies,” Alex whispered, running his hands over his bloated belly. “Not too rough. You don’t want to hurt them.”

Cryss trembled, groaning loudly. Louder than he’d ever heard the man before. He grasped both sides of Alex’s swell, rolling his hips at an even, languid pace.

They fucked long and slow for what felt like at least an hour, never rushing, just luxuriating in the moment of fantasy.

“You look so hot with my babies inside you,” Cryss whispered. “You’re going to make such a good papa.”

Alex smiled, his limbs heavy, body taut. “Only because Big Papa takes such good care of me.”

Cryss hissed, almost painfully. He gripped the base of Alex’s cock. “Playtime’s over. I need to come.”

Cryss quickened the pace, stroking Alex in time. After the hour of friction and the pregnancy fantasy they’d reveled in, it only took mere minutes for them both to come, seconds from one another. In the afterglow of it, Cryss collapsed at his side, spooning him. Alex nuzzled closer, at peace. He drifted to sleep but was later awakened to intense pressure.

He lifted his head, the need to expel the eggs intense. “Cryss…”

Cryss roused sleepily. “Are you okay?”

“The first one’s coming out, I think.”

Cryss leapt from the bed. “Stay there,” he said over his shoulder before racing into the adjoining bath.

Alex rose on his elbows, the pressure hovering between pleasure and pain. He heard water running for a few seconds before Cryss appeared in the door. After striding to the bed, he scooped Alex into his arms and walked toward the bathroom.

“My leg is fine,” Alex argued.

“I know that,” Cryss said. “But it’s not easy to walk with an egg ready to come.” He set Alex on the edge of the soaking tub and knelt. “We need to get your compression bandage off." He unwound it and tossed it on the bathroom counter. After placing Alex in the center of the soaking tub, Cryss slid in behind him.

“Lean against me,” Cryss instructed.

Alex pressed his back against Cryss’s chest. He was cocooned by the man’s strength and as the pleasure of the egg pressing against his prostate came, he keened.

“Slowly bare down. Nice even pressure,” Cryss whispered against his ear.

“Is this what it’s like for…” Alex’s back bowed as he pushed the first egg out. It stretched him wide, massaging his prostate on the way out. He pushed, straining, until the widest part passed, and the egg slipped out into the water. “Is this what it’s like for men to give birth on your planet.”

“Somewhat. The eggs get bigger in the pouch, so it’s more painful, I understand,” Cryss said. “Not that I’ve given birth before, so I can’t say for sure.” He split his foot into three and his tentacles turned off the water once it reached under Alex’s pec. “But it’s similar. They lay with their mate in the waters of the spawning ground just like this and push their babies out.”

Alex eyed the shining pale blue egg in the water. “How many more?”

“Nine more.”

“Nine?” Alex chuckled. “We couldn’t have started a little slower?”

“I got a little carried away,” Cryss whispered. Both of his legs splitting into tentacle form and lifted Alex’s legs, gently bending them at the knee. “It felt too good.” He pressed a kiss to Alex’s forehead. “And you were just saying earlier how nice it felt to be full of eggs.”

“Me and my big mouth,” Alex lamented as another egg slid lower.

“Does it hurt terribly?” Cryss asked.

“Only a little… for a few seconds…” Alex’s back bowed as he pushed the second one out, moaning in a mix of pleasure and pain. “But just before… and just after… it’s pure bliss.”

Cryss reached under his swollen belly and grasped his newly hardened cock. “Let’s add a little more bliss.”

Alex leaned into Cryss, urging out egg after egg, as he was languidly stroked. Cryss whispered encouragement, kissing his throat and ears as Alex worked the eggs out. On the last egg, he came, Cryss’s hand coaxing out every drop.

Exhausted, Alex leaned back against Cryss. “Oh, shit… that was… unique.”

“Not good?”

Alex rested his forehead against Cryss’s bearded cheek. “I wouldn’t say that. It was an experience. Intense pleasure. A little pain. A bit of hard work. And now I’m shattered. I don’t know that I’d want to do it again anytime soon, but I definitely wouldn’t say no to later.” He smiled. “Did you enjoy it?”

“The belly part was hot. The fucking with that big belly was even hotter. I was a little worried for you a time or two in the tub. Next time, I won’t do so many. I think it was too much for your first time, for sure.”

“Would there have been a belly with fewer?”

“No,” Cryss said. “Or, maybe, just much smaller.”

“You got off on the belly and that pleases me,” Alex said. He turned his head and kissed Cryss’s lips. “I don’t know if I can walk right now. Can we sit here a little bit longer?”

“No,” Cryss whispered. “I need to take care of papa right now.”

He climbed out from behind Alex and turned on the shower. Once it was running, he lifted Alex from the tub and carried them both into the shower. After a quick scrub, Cryss dried them both and carried Alex to bed. He crawled in a few minutes later and dragged Alex into his arms. Alex crashed not long after, sleeping the deepest sleep of his life.

C ryss stretched out, the palest morning light outside the bedroom windows. It was snowing again, the flakes gently falling. It never snowed on Nefyria. They had the occasional ice storm, but snow wasn’t something he’d seen until he’d come to Earth. It still seemed magical, even all those years later. He could sit and watch it for hours.

He carefully slipped from the bed and took care of his needs, then cleaned up the mess they’d left behind in the tub. Alex had been spent after forcing his eggs out and he’d not wanted to leave the man alone long enough to clear the remnants. He collected one of the larger eggs into his palm and brushed a finger over the firm exterior.

His chest clutched at the reminder his eggs would never ripen inside Alex. A knot formed in his throat thinking back to their conversation about children. There were other ways, and they clearly weren’t ready for children yet, but… knowing it was off the table stung. Sighing, he rested the egg on a soft cotton towel on the counter and soon added the rest. He washed the interior of the tub and sprayed it down before stepping to the counter. Cryss did a quick count but found only nine.

He glanced back in the tub, knowing full well there hadn’t been another. After checking around the outside edges of the tub, he shrugged. He’d clearly miscounted, but then, he’d been preoccupied in that moment of release. He collected the eggs in the towel and walked outside.

It was then that he realized he’d left the fire pit running. Thankfully it had a timer and built in safety precautions and had shut itself down. He flipped it on again, letting the flames build before kneeling before it. Lifting the towel to his chest, he said a small blessing before placing the towel in the flames.

Cryss rose to his feet, watched until there was only ash, and then shut off the flames. When he spun, he saw Alex inside watching him. He reentered the house and smiled, lowering his head to press a kiss to his human’s lips. “Morning.”

“Morning,” Alex replied, his voice odd. “What did you just do?”

“Nothing.”

“Was that the eggs? Did you burn them?”

Cryss sighed. “Yes.”

Alex was silent a moment, searching his face. “Why? I mean, I think I can guess the reason, but I want to know from you.”

“It’s not as if I’m going to toss my reproductive material in the garbage or the lavatory like common trash.”

“You offered your eggs to me, so I assumed this was okay, but I’m getting the sense we did something wrong.”

“No,” Cryss said, caressing Alex’s face. “Egg play is something that many on my world enjoy. It’s considered a sensual and erotic act, shared by the closest of lovers. But eggs are also honored by my people. If one does not end up in an egg pouch, we give it a fitting end. A water tribute is customary, but given our distance from the coast, I chose fire instead.”

“If we do this again—egg play—I want to be there with you,” Alex murmured.

Cryss’s chest tightened. He rubbed his thumb under Alex’s lower lip, touched by the request. “You’ll never miss another.” He pressed his lips to Alex’s briefly and sighed contentedly. “Hungry?”

“Famished for some reason. I think I could eat a Cryss-sized meal this morning.”

Cryss chuckled. “Any requests?”

“Would it be too much to ask for scrambled eggs?”

“Not at all,” Cryss whispered. He stole another kiss and led Alex to the kitchen. “How about you start the coffee, and I’ll start some bacon?”

“You got it,” Alex said, tightening the sash on his robe. “Actually, before we do that—can you look at something for me?”

“Sure,” Cryss murmured.

Alex walked closer and pulled back one of his robe’s sleeves.

Cryss gasped, taking a step back. He stared at the mark, his chest constricting. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Alex. Please forgive me.”

“It doesn’t hurt,” Alex said. “I just wanted to make sure it’s nothing serious and it’ll heal.”

Cryss stared at the imprint, not even remembering making it. He sat down on the stool behind him and drew Alex closer for a better look.

Alex ran a finger over the mark Cryss had left behind. “You never did this in my dreams.”

Cryss winced, eyeing what he’d done. “It doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“There’s a tiny bit of tingling and it feels warm, but no pain. How long will it take to fade?”

Cryss shook his head. “An imprint is permanent.”

“Oh,” Alex murmured. He looked at it again before turning back to Cryss. “Will this happen every time we fuck with your tentacles? I don’t want to end up with millions of these marks all over my body, Cryss. One or two is fine, but not everywhere. The way we go at it, I’ll be one big red blob in no time.”

Cryss grabbed Alex’s wrist and pulled his human’s arm to his lips. He pressed a kiss to the imprint he’d left behind. “For my people, this is a sacred mark. It’s my brand. Claiming possession of you.”

“Claiming possession?” Alex asked, lifting a brow.

“It’s basically an engagement ring on my planet. I should’ve never done it without your clear consent—and I know you’re not ready to give that yet. I hope you can forgive me for doing this to you.” Cryss scrubbed his face with both hands. “Being with you now, like this—allowed to be completely myself with the man I love—I apparently lost control. Somehow, I triggered my imprint. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Alex whispered. “It doesn’t hurt. I’m not upset. It’s actually kind of cool looking.”

“You’re not mad I just made a permanent mark on your flesh?”

“No,” Alex replied. “I’m not.”

Cryss sighed with relief.

“If this is the engagement ring, what’s the wedding ring?”

“Another one on your other arm to match,” Cryss murmured.

“How about you stay away from my other arm, then,” Alex said, grinning. “Until we’re both ready for that.”

Cryss smiled. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Alex’s. “I’m glad you’re not upset. I feel terrible I did this to you. I’ve forever changed your body.”

“Yes. You have. In more ways than one.”

Cryss’s chest ached again. He cupped Alex’s cheek. “I love you.”

Alex’s eyes widened a moment, as if it was the first time he’d heard Cryss say it. He didn’t reply in kind—and Cryss didn’t care if he didn’t. As long as the man knew how he felt. One day, hopefully he’d win Alex’s love.

Alex cuddled close to him, kissing his neck. “I love you, too.”

Cryss clenched his jaw, hearing that. He lifted Alex’s face to his, searching the man’s eyes.

“I guess you heard that,” Alex whispered.

Cryss didn’t answer. He covered Alex’s mouth with his and kissed his human senseless.