When one retreated, the other advanced, filling her to her upper limit of endurance. While simultaneously, a third tentacle had taken residence up inside her anus, twirling endlessly to and fro, driving her pleasure to an ever-higher plateau.
‘Where am I?’ she thought suddenly in desperation! ‘How did I get here?’ she said, trying to rally herself.
The kraken paused while licking his nipples and looked up at him, pouting. ‘I’m not cruel! Don’t be mean! I have tentacles, but I would never be cruel with them by putting them up a guy’s —’
The cancer shushed her. ‘It’s just a name, darling. Work on his chest while I clean him up to mess him more, and you can milk his cock again.’
The kraken sighed as she reached two tentacles to Mark’s cock and rubbed it slowly, using the other to tease his balls right in the middle.
‘I choose Bubblebeam,’ teased the cancer as she washed Mark’s head and face with bubbles, turning the stream on his chest and then spraying his pubic area with it, making a foamy coating on it as well as the kraken’s tentacles. Their combined laughter filled the quiet area of the beach, echoing in the distance.
Prolog to this story: Almost Christmas