#tarsand

This wasn't what Rhys was expecting when he agreed to meet for peace talks with the younger High lord. Never in his 536 years of life did he expect to be earning forgiveness by agreeing to be fucked by another high lords beast form but here he is. Holding his breath, naked in the sea while tentacles surround him, holding his limbs in place and maneuvering him where they want him.

Water swirls around them in a cascade of shimmer as Rhys struggles against the hold of the slick tentacles holding him. But they wouldn't budge; in fact the one circling his cock seemed to squeeze harder as it stroked him faster, twisting at the top. 

He could barely hold his breath any longer as he was brought to the brink of pleasure and his partner grinned devilishly before pulling him closer and kissing him. A sudden gust of air filled his lungs before he was pulled back and a bubble of air surrounded his head, letting him breathe while they fondled him. A slippery tip brushed his hole and he tensed as it made another pass. The owner of the tentacle tilted his head in question and Rhys hopes that this will earn their forgiveness.

With a nod he accepted his punishment and the tip pushed into him, the natural slickness of the tentacle along with the ocean water helped easing the way. It slowly pushed its way deeper inside, stretching Rhys more than he thought possible while the suckers dragged on his inner walls and he cried out. If he hadn't had this air bubble, he thinks all the air would have been punched out of his lungs. It was a strange yet not altogether unpleasant feeling. 

It wasn't the first thing he's had in his ass, not after an adolescence filled with messing around with Cassian or other soldiers in his fathers army but it was by far the biggest thing. Though Tamlin in his beast form came a very close second and they had spent many a night during their friendship indulging themselves with their beast forms. Even now, the vision of Tamlin stretched out around his dragon-like cock, begging for release, creeps into his mind occasionally. Just as much as remembering the feeling of being stretched out on the beasts hardened member, being fucked into the grass. 

He's brought out of his memories by two tentacles starting to twist and flick his hardened nipples before the suckers latch on. He groaned as that brought him closer to release. His cock was still being stroked as the tentacle in his ass moved faster and deeper as it seemed to thicken inside him. As the suckers pressed on something inside him that made him see stars, he came so hard everything went dark for a minute. When he came to, the slimy appendage was still inside moving faster until it thickened even more and they released a stream of black ink inside him, so much that it leaked out and started floating around them.

As the tentacle left his body, ink dripping out of his gaping hole, Rhys knew this was a punishment he would gladly take again. It was much more preferable to the blood rubies that spoke of certain death sitting in Amren’s jewelry box. And judging by the wicked smile on Tarquin's face and the tentacles sliding up his legs and bending him over, he doesn't think his punishment is over.