CONTENT NOTE: Sci-fi erotica involving tentacle play. Reader discretion is advised.

This was such a different world to anything the Commander had experienced.

Staring out of window of his quarters at the latest star system to be explored, this latest planet for him and his crew has proved fruitful for alliances, even friendships. For him, these last six months, even more than friends.

Alaria, the Queen, and the Commander had become incredibly close. She had brought out a different side to him, a softer side more open to experiencing love again. Yes, he can’t deny he’d been a lady’s man in the past, with many different women of many different worlds. But Alaria was different. She had a hold on him that none of the others had. She saw right through him, challenged him, made him rethink his once rigid stance on most matters he thought himself headstrong and impossible to shift on.

Lying naked on his bed, her grip around his wrists, pinned by his sides, tighten with the tentacles that sprawl from her back. Her species were amphibian-like, or the closest a human conclusion could draw. Smooth, sparkling purple skin, concave shaped pupils and the layers of her back that reveal and contract their tentacles, she was a beauty to him, awestruck by how insignificant his proud, muscular form compared to the strength and agility of her people.

Hovering over him, she smiles.

‘Are you ready?’ she asks.

He smiles back, nodding.

‘Yeah.’

She leans down to kiss him, her silky tongue sliding over his as more tentacles slither around his ankles and over his eyes. The gentle suction of each grip tickles along his skin, pressing kisses over his eyelids.

They lift his legs and bend them at the knee, as if for a medical examination. It’s easier access for Alaria this way. She can see him in all his pleasured glory, taking in every movement, every sound, every image of him writhing in her grip.

A slickened tentacle wraps around his cock, twisting up and down, sucking the tip. The Commander gasps. The other tentacles tighten around him. He hears the opening of a bottle of lube, warming between Alaria’s hands, smoothing over another tentacle. A soft tip glides up the back of his leg, to his backside and his exposed entrance. It’s gentle as it swirls around the opening, relaxed and prepared with her gloved hands to take this. Nevertheless, it was best to take it slow.

Round and around it circles, teasing him, just shy of sliding inside.

‘Ready?’ Alaria asks.

The Commander’s hips flex.

‘Ready.’

The tip slowly eases inside. He gasps, his body shuddering as he feels the ridges and suctions fill him. She doesn’t go all the way in at first, sliding out to the tip before easing back inside, in and out. A low, breathy moan vibrates in the Commander’s chest, relaxing all the more into the tentacles keeping him in place, suctioned kisses gently pulling at the skin around his wrists, his eyelids, his ankles, another wrapping around his torso sucking at his nipples. He bites his lip as she strokes his cock a little faster, squeezing at the head, precum leaking out.

‘Does it feel good?’

All the Commander can do is nod, his chest rising and falling as she sinks deeper inside. Inside him, she suctions kisses, pinning him to the bed as he flexes and relaxes. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt.

‘Fuck…’ he groans, his back arching. A tentacle touches his lips.

‘Sshh, my love…’ Alaria places it firm over his mouth. Another suction kiss. This time, on the soft, full lips of the Commander’s that she admired the second she’d laid eyes on him. ‘We don’t want anyone else to hear now, do we?’

He shakes his head.

‘You want it deeper?’

A muffled, enthusiastic ‘yes’ is all she needs to thrust deeper, fuller, stretching him out as he moans into his tentacle gag. She places another kiss on his lips, twisting the tentacle inside him, suctioning a ripple effect throughout him as she starts to thrust faster, stroking his rock hard cock faster, merciless, revelling in his struggle and submission to her as a powerful man who shared this side of him with no one else but her.

Mounting the bed, she frees his mouth, only to capture those sexy moans with her lips, kissing him deeply, thrusting harder in a steady rhythm, slow yet strong. She frees his hands from their bonds, which he wraps tightly around her, pulling her close. Their hands wind up to each other’s faces, cupping their jaws, their foreheads touching. She pumps his cock faster, he shakes, his hips jerking, breath shaking, rolling down her chest in warm, short bursts, staring into her eyes. The vulnerability in them shows Alaria everything. His armour is stripped bare, she is seeing him at his core, the pleading, the vulnerability: a man whom for all his accomplishments and faults, just wants to be loved.

‘I – I’m gonna come…’ he stutters.

‘Yeah…? Come for me, baby. Azona strath nokchai madir… Come for me…’

Eyes not leaving his, she watches as his face beautifully scrunches and contorts, chest panting and finally releasing, painting his pleasure over his stomach and her tentacles, his hold around her tightening, before pulling her into a ferocious, tender kiss.

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