The Billionaire’s Tentacles (Alien Breeding BBW Erotic Romance) (2 page)

"I understand." My voice came out
in a hoarse whisper. "You were born like this. I'll never tell."

"You don't understand!" Mr. Kane's
voice rose in an anguished shout.

The tentacle around my wrist went
rigid. Another tentacle lashed out, cracking the air like a whip.

"I'm not human," Mr. Kane said, his
voice thick and tortured.

Somehow, I wasn't surprised. Now
that I could feel his tentacles probing at my skin, I knew instinctively that
they were no defect. They were part of his body the way it was supposed to be,
as much a natural part of him as his arms or legs.

Or his cock. I could also sense
that they were sexual organs. As soon as I had that thought, another tentacle
reached out and began to probe under my shirt, extending a slim tendril toward
my nipple.

"Stop that!" Mr. Kane exclaimed,
apparently to himself.

With visible effort, he released my
wrist and forced himself to move away from me. The tentacles released me and
withdrew with what felt like reluctance. I longed for their hot, slippery touch
to return.

"It's okay," I said hopefully. "I
don't mind them touching me."

"You would if you knew what they'll
do," Mr. Kane said grimly. "But since you're here, you might as well come
inside. There's something I have to tell you."

We went into his bedroom. He sat
down on the bed, and indicated a chair across the room for me. Reluctantly, I
sat in it, wishing he'd invited me into his bed.

Maybe it was perverted to want to
be fucked by Mr. Kane and his tentacles. But I wanted it. I ached for it. I'd
been hot for him ever since I'd met him, and I wasn't put off by the
strangeness of his body. Those tentacles had slid across my arm and chest so
sensually, like a hot, slick caress...

A warm blush spread over my face. I
wasn't ashamed of my desires. But I had to face the truth: he didn't want me.
Maybe if I was one of the skinny size zero models he usually dated, the thought
of me watching him masturbate would have turned him on. But I was a big curvy
woman, and he only saw me as a pushy, mercenary, spying stalker.

If all I was to him was a nosy
reporter, I might as well satisfy the curiosity that had made me a journalist
in the first place.

"I won't write about this," I
promised. "But I'm really curious. How did you get here? Are there more of you
here on Earth?"

He shook his head. "My parents fled
their planet. They'd rebelled against the government, and their side lost. They
had nowhere else to go. Their ship crashed here, on Earth, and my father was
killed. My mother only lived long enough to raise me— she never adjusted to
this planet's atmosphere. And she warned me to keep my secret. Until now, I
have."

Mr. Kane's fists clenched, and his
tentacles writhed together. Drops of the lube-like liquid spattered to the
floor, sending up more of that salty scent. It smelled like sex. It was agony
to have to sit still in my chair. Especially since I could read his tension in
the tight line of his mouth and the taut muscles of his body. I wanted to go
over and comfort him.

"You must be so lonely," I said.

He stood up abruptly, his blue eyes
ice-cold again.

"Don't you pity me," he spat out.
"I have everything I need. Except..."

"Love?" The word slipped out of my
mouth before I could stop it.

Mr. Kane glared at me. "Don't be
sentimental. You have no idea what you've walked into. You shouldn't..."

His voice broke off as he doubled
over, then fell to one knee. His tentacles all pressed flat into his body.

I jumped up. "Are you all right?"

He looked up at me. His face had
gone so pale that I thought he was going to pass out, and his jaw was clenched
as if he was in pain.

"No, I'm not." He sounded like he
could barely get the words out. "You shouldn't have come here. It's my yearly
mating cycle. If I avoid women, it ends by itself. But female pheromones send
it to the next level."

A long shudder went through him,
then another. He was shaking as if he was naked in a snowstorm, though the room
was hot.

I reached out toward him. "You
should lie down."

He pulled away, and stared up at
me, anguished. "If the mating cycle reaches the imperative phase, I have to
breed with the woman who set it off. I
have
to."

"What happens if you don't? The
world's worst case of blue balls?"

His silence seemed to fill the
room. Finally, he spoke. His tone was quiet, but the words sent a shockwave
through me.

"I die," he said simply.

"What?" I exclaimed.

His eyes were cast down. "I don't...
I didn't want to make you feel like you have to have sex with me. I've never
forced a woman in my life. I can't."

"Are you kidding?" I exclaimed. "I
want
to have sex with you. I thought you were hot before, and I still think so now.
You shouldn't be ashamed of your body. I think it's amazing! But I understand
why you don't want to have sex with me. Mr. Kane—"

"Hayden," he said. With a little
glimmer of humor, he added, "I think we're on a first name basis now, Sheila."

"I know I'm not your type, Hayden,"
I said.

He met my gaze then. The sexual
hunger blazing in his eyes nearly knocked me over with its intensity. The salty
scent of him increased, filling the air with the rich promise of sex.

"Oh, Sheila," he said huskily. "You
are
exactly
my type. There's nothing I would love more than to bury my
face in those luscious big breasts of yours. I want to mark you with my scent,
on every bit of your delicious curvy body. Your belly, your thighs, your ass—
every bit of you is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. It's killing me to keep
my hands off you."

"But you always date those teeny
little pretzel stick women!" I blurted out.

He choked out a laugh. "If I get
too turned on, I can't stop my tentacles from emerging. I can have sex without
them, sure. I can even come without them. But if a woman really drives me wild,
I can't control myself. I had to date women I wasn't that attracted to, to keep
my secret."

"Then what's the problem?" I asked.
"You want me, I want you, and if we don't do it, you'll die. What are we
waiting for?"

Hayden leaped up, then swayed. He
seemed to be holding himself on his feet by sheer force of will. "It isn't just
sex, Sheila! This is my mating time— my breeding time! I have to impregnate you
with you my tentacles. What human woman would want to be impregnated by me, and
have my hybrid babies?"

I was taken aback. Sure, I wanted
to have babies some day. But I had always assumed I'd have plenty of time to
decide when, and with whom.

But as I looked at Hayden's drawn
face and thought of the secret he'd been protecting all these years, I knew
what I had to do. More than that, I knew what I truly wanted.

I laid my hand on his shoulder. A
tentacle lifted and began to caress my hand.

"I want to have your babies," I
assured him. "I want to save your life. And I want you."

For a moment, he froze. Then he
swept me into an ardent embrace. His strong arms clasped me tight, and his
tentacles followed. My hands slid over the slickness of his back muscles. His
steel-hard erection pressed into my belly, and I wriggled against it.

His mouth came down on mine. I
opened my lips to him. His tongue stroked mine, in time with the pair of
tendrils that teased at my cheeks and jaw. As the tentacles licked at my skin,
they left trails of slick fluid that stayed hot, burning sensually like icy-hot
lube.

"I'm putting my mark on you,"
Hayden growled. "I'll make you mine."

"Yes, mark me," I said eagerly.
"Mark me all over."

The tentacles trailed down my neck
and throat, coiling like a necklace.

"I'm putting my scent on you,"
Hayden said. "There won't be a single part of your body where I won't be able
to smell myself on you."

I tipped my head back, letting the
tentacles roam freely. They sucked at the nape of my neck, making me shiver
with pleasure, and probed at my hairline.

Hayden's strength had returned now
that he was touching me. He stood up straight, looming over me, his tentacles
flexing and writhing. Some of them were as long as his legs and as thick around
as arms. They had darkened, no longer pink but reddish tan, like his flushed
skin.

"My pussy lips get darker when I'm
turned on," I said. "Want to see?"

"God, yes!" Hayden replied. "And
then I'll plant my seed in your pussy!"

His longest, thickest appendages
reached out and grabbed me around the waist. More tentacles coiled around my
legs. To my amazement— and excitement— they lifted me off my feet. I gasped. I
was suspended in mid-air.

More tentacles wrapped around my
wrists, binding them together as if I had been tied up. I was panting for
breath, more aroused than I'd ever been in my life. And he hadn't even touched
my breasts or ass or pussy yet!

Hayden stood still, watching me
with uncontrollable lust in his eyes. No longer icy, they burned like blue
flames. I was unable to struggle even if I'd wanted to. I had no idea what he
meant to do to me. Whatever it was, I couldn't stop him. I waited in breathless
anticipation.

A tentacle narrowed to a thin
tendril, and began dexterously unbuttoning my blouse. The black silk fell to
the floor, exposing my lacy bra.

"Your breasts are so hot," Hayden
said. "So plump and soft. I can't wait to get my tentacles on them."

My nipples hardened at his words,
pushing against the lace. The tendril unsnapped my bra and tossed it to the
floor. Tentacles fondled my breasts, massaging and licking at them. Two suckers
attached themselves to my nipples and sucked hard. More suckers kissed at the
undersides of my breasts, leaving hot marks like hickeys. It was like having a
hundred tiny eager mouths on me, each working to pleasure me. I writhed against
the strong bonds that held me, moaning for more.

More of his long, slim organs
curled under the waistband of my pants and slowly worked them off, over my
ample hips. The pants fell to the floor. A single slim tentacle slithered into
my panties, slipping naughtily between my pussy lips. A sucker plucked at my
clit. Pleasure jolted through me at its touch, and I felt a surge of honey flow
out of my pussy. I moaned again and thrust at it. But it slid teasingly away.

"Put it back!" I begged.

Hayden winked at me. The tendril
tickled my asshole, probing delicately. I had never been fucked in the ass
before. I'd never thought I wanted to. But now I ached for it. Just the thought
made my clit throb.

"Or there!" I suggested.

But the tendril slipped away from
my ass too, grabbed on to my panties, and yanked them off. Warm air flowed over
my ass and pussy, making me hotter than ever.

"Come on," I begged. "Give it to
me! Fill me up!"

The tentacles lowered me to the
bed, and Hayden followed. He bent to kiss me, and I rose up eagerly to meet his
mouth with mine.

His tentacles were stroking me
everywhere now. They tickled the soles of my feet, making me gasp out a giggle.
They sucked at my shoulder blades and lapped at my inner thighs. I couldn't tell
any more where his slickness ended and my own natural juices began.

Then a thick organ probed its blunt
head against my mouth. I eagerly opened wide to receive it. It pressed into my
mouth, hot and slippery. It tasted sweet and salty and a little bit spicy, like
caramel sprinkled with sea salt and cayenne pepper. It was delicious. I lapped
at it hungrily. It pulsed in response.

Beside me, I felt Hayden stiffen.
He moaned with pleasure as I sucked and licked at the tentacle that filled my
mouth.

I reached down with one hand and
found his rock-hard cock. I didn't want to neglect that! My palm was coated
with the tentacle lube, and I pumped on his cock. The skin slid up and down
against my palm.

Hayden moaned again. He was holding
me tight, but I couldn't distinguish his arms from his tentacles. All over my
body, I was being stroked and kissed and licked and rubbed. It was like a full
body orgasm that went on and on.

But I was still missing something.
I wanted him to completely fill me up, but I couldn't speak with his tentacle
filling my mouth. With one hand still holding his rampant hard-on, I grabbed a
random appendage with another and rubbed it against my soaking pussy.

"Oh, you're so ready for me,"
Hayden said huskily. "I'm going to mate with you now."

I nodded eagerly.

A slim, hot tendril snaked its way
along my dripping pussy lips, then pushed inside. It inched in with agonizing,
delicious slowness. But rather than stop where a man's cock would have, it kept
going, sending waves of shocking pleasure through my body. Other tendrils split
off and began individually teasing the walls of my cunt with their hot little
suckers. I gasped around Hayden's tentacle. I had never imagined such strange,
intense sensations.

A tendril found my G-spot and began
rubbing against it. Other tentacles were rubbing my swollen clit and circling
the exquisitely sensitive flesh that surrounded it. If my mouth hadn't been
filled, I would have screamed. I could feel my orgasm building, like a wash of
heat inside me.

A tentacle probed at my asshole,
extended itself thin as a string, and slipped past the tight ring of muscle.
The slippery moisture made its entrance easy. I sucked in my breath. I had
always been afraid of anal sex. I thought it would hurt. But even as the organ
began to swell inside me, it didn't hurt at all. It went slowly but inexorably,
filling me until I was stretched and stuffed to the bursting point. It pulsed
against my inner walls, rubbing and sucking at me.

The tentacle inside my pussy also
began to swell and pulse. It too filled me and stretched me. I could actually
feel the thinness of the wall of flesh that separated the two tentacles that
had penetrated me. They began to thrust, first gently, then hard. It was so
intense that I could hardly bear it.