Kraken by M. Caspian

good.”
     
    The tendrils in his hair massaged his scalp, working down to his temples, holding his head firmly. Other tendrils burrowed between Will’s loosely-closed lips. His tongue flicked at them – curious, uncertain – and was rewarded with more sweet sticky fluid.
     
    “You’re so lovely. And your mouth is so good. I love how you make me feel. You’re all I want, Will.”
     
    Will opened his mouth to speak, and the tendrils pushed deep inside, one making him gag as it wriggled down his throat. There was a brief gush of thick syrupy fluid in his mouth, and Will swallowed reflexively, then coughed.
     
    Cy’s hands stroked his back, and he grasped the hem of Will’s shirt, lifting it up, and pulling it over Will’s head as the suckered arms fell away from Will’s hair. He let his head loll to one side, so warm and comfortable and happy with Cy here, touching him, caring for him.
     
    “Come on, love, let’s get these off you.”
     
    Something tugged at his jeans, and then they were around his ankles. Will giggled to himself as he wondered how he was supposed to lift one leg at a time to get them off. Cy solved the problem by lifting him easily with the arm around his waist, pulling the jeans away. A soft warm grip encased each ankle, pulling his legs wide, before he was placed back down on the porch.
     
    “That’s my boy,” Cy said. Will loved to hear him say the words, to know he was completely his, that he was wanted, cherished.
     
    Something touched Will’s anus, feeling cool and slippery. He squirmed, and felt a grip on his hair, keeping him bent over forward.
     
    “Good boy. That’s it. So lovely for me.”
     
    A tendril probed Will, pushing inside. Will caught his breath. Was something wrong? But Cyrus was here. Cyrus loved him. Cy’s warm embrace encompassed him, and Will let himself relax into it.
     
    “It’s just me, love. Just you and me in the moonlight, in our home.” A soft touch skated over the back of his neck, and an arm wrapped gently, oh so tenderly, around his neck. The tip of a tentacle presented itself at his mouth, and the sweet aroma filled his mind. Will stilled, quieted, then lapped at it, working his tongue between the firmer suckers to find the soft velvet skin beneath.
     
    There was a firm pushing sensation in his arse, and Will cried out.
     
    “Shhh, just a little, my love. Just the tip. I’m just going to put it in a little. I won’t damage you.”
     
    Will moved his hips restlessly, his feet and head unable to move, but the pressure in his arse was utterly unfamiliar. A frightened whimper escaped him.
     
    “Shh, it’s all right.”
     
    The pressure grew, and Will felt himself opened, like a husk. Cy pushed into him with the suckered arm. Now it was Cy’s turn to call out, his voice rising in a cry of delight, as Will let his head go limp in the grip of the arm on his hair. He moaned softly, as he felt the nubbly arm dragged slowly out of him, then pushed in again.
     
    “You want to be filled, my love. That’s how we were meant to be. We just have to get you loosened up a little. There’s no hurry.”
     
    Cy bent over him, sinking his teeth into Will’s shoulder again, in the same place as before. For a second the sudden pain distracted Will from the movement in his arse, and the arm went deeper, twisting and rotating. The movement felt strange, unnatural. Will tested the bonds around his ankles, moving his weight back and forth as he shifted uneasily.
     
    The feeling in his anus was vast, immense, as if every nerve ending in body were somehow involved. When the arm withdrew it felt as if his soul was being drawn out, so slowly it was as if the sensation had been going on for a year and a day, then a change in direction so gentle he couldn’t identify when it moved to a relentless pushing as Cy re-inserted his arm, twisting gently. He felt something wet slide slowly down the inside of his thighs, sensitizing the skin, and stinging