Jack’s mind stopped for half a second.
What arms?
Lavaan’s arms were still around Jack’s neck, but they were thicker now, and he seemed to have grown by at least two inches in height. This was getting much freakier than expected, but Jack couldn’t make up his mind about leaving. His dick twitched in the grip of the long, muscled cock that randomly pinched his foreskin, as if Lavaan couldn’t deny himself the teasing.
The world around Jack glowed in unusual colors for the late autumnal landscape, and when streaks of pink and red stretched across the sky, he shut his eyes, completely focused on the thick tongue fucking its way into his throat, past the gullet, until Jack’s mouth was completely slack and pliant. Even his legs were slowly giving up under him, and when he tugged on the tail, to signal that he wasn’t sure about this whole thing anymore, it wrapped around his wrists, keeping him bound to Lavaan’s warm form.
But, as if Lavaan were sensing his distress, the flexible arms that still held Jack’s back, supported him when Lavaan lowered them both to the warm moss. Even the air wasn’t cold anymore when Jack found himself under Lavaan, his cock getting sucked into the heat of Lavaan’s body.
How?
Frantic, Jack fought for a glimpse between their bodies, but once he managed, his muscles went slack. He had no idea what he was looking at. Lavaan’s penis had expanded, opening wide enough to allow for Jack’s cock to enter. It was halfway in already, and as it pushed up the strange cock, Lavaan’s flesh clung to Jack’s like a sleeve made of rubber.
It was hot.
And freaking terrifying.
What if the creature actually wanted to bite his dick off?
Jack writhed in the hold, bucking against Lavaan, following the instinct to flee from danger rather than the one that had pushed him to seek pleasure.
The tarantoid had also tricked Jack’s body into longing for intrusion, why would this be any different?
I won’t hurt you, Jack. I want only your pleasure, Lavaan sweet, calm voice communicated straight into Jack’s brain. transcending his fear.
Had the creature poisoned him? He had no strength to fight, and when Lavaan rose over him, the thick, nubby tongue reaching past his graceful collarbones. Even Lavaan’s face looked different, as if Jack’s senses couldn’t quite grasp what it was. The long hair glinted in the sun, parting into thick bundles that too had nubs, and when they extended from Lavaan’s head, Jack realized they reminded him of tentacles--
Tentacles?!
And as if to mess with Jack further, there was a smile in Lavaan’s eyes, hidden in the creases around the eyelids.
Only if you want this, Jack. I promise you a world you haven’t even imagined existed.
What Lavaan actually meant was vague, but two tentacles, warm and smooth, slid down Jack’s back and caressed him between the buttocks.
Jack’s hips twitched, and he gasped in pleasure, on the verge of coming when Lavaan’s penis-like appendage sucked on his dick harder. Should he just roll with it and see what happened? What if the creature ate him?
Lavaan chuckled. You are safe with me.
Another tentacle slid over Jack’s chest like a giant snake, and its suckers teased his skin as if leaving a hundred kisses all at once. In some ways, Jack was still apprehensive, but Lavaan was friendly, eager to please, and had even given Jack a way out.
And no one needed to know that Jack agreed to this.
Was it so wrong to be curious?
The two arms prodded at Jack’s ass, demanding entry. He moaned, stirring in the embrace of so many tentacles while the penis-like appendage twitched around his dick, sucking him more ferociously than a virgin would his first cock.
Humans are so fascinating, Lavaan said in Jack’s mind, and his voice was a sexually-charged bomb exploding inside of his brain. Jack didn’t even know when he opened his legs, but he must have, because one of the long arms was leaking a slippery substance and rubbing it all over his hole. He’d gained a lot of sexual experience throughout this past year, but he both feared and anticipated the girth of the tentacle, trembling with fright and pleasure.
Above him, Lavaan’s lips curved into a smile, and the nub-covered tongue rolled back out, sliding up Jack’s neck and leaving behind a damp trail. Jack opened his mouth without thinking.
It felt so hollow.
Lavaan filled Jack eagerly, slipping the long tongue back in with ease. Jack relaxed, moaning into Lavaan’s lips, but his ecstatic sound turned into a shriek when the slick tentacle pushed into Jack’s body. His sphincter tensed, sending a wave of pain down his thighs. His brain was back in the cave, under the tarantoid who’d have rather ripped Jack in two than stopped fucking him, but Lavaan wasn’t so ruthless. He briefly froze, tightening his arms around Jack’s chest, as if wanting to offer comfort. It was only then that Jack truly believed Lavaan would not violate him.
Thoughts sped through Jack’s brain, coming up with questions that, if answered, might change everything. He’d been taught all his life that humans needed to separate themselves from creatures, but was it really so wrong to enjoy the company of a being so magnificent? If he said yes now, what would stop him from keeping his hands off non-humans next time?
Lavaan kneeled between Jack’s legs, but even as he moved, the appendage between his legs sucked on Jack’s cock, kissing it with a dozen suckers from the inside. The one in Jack’s mouth left him slobbering, but its slow movement was like another cock fucking his mouth while his ass was being treated to something completely different--a sensation he’d never experienced even though he’d considered himself an adventurous guy, and once had even had a cucumber up there.
The tentacle wasn’t merely stiff and large though. Like a living being, it crawled into him insistently, pushing slightly deeper after each time it withdrew. And while Jack’s ass was gradually relaxing, the appendage felt thicker with each thrust. It would have likely hurt if not for the copious amount of the slippery fluid exuded by the nubs covering the surface of the tentacles. Soon enough, all discomfort subsided, leaving only the ecstatic sensation of pure hard muscle nestling deep inside him. The suckers teased his sphincter as they passed in and out, making delightful popping noises, and when Lavaan got bolder and applied more pressure to Jack’s prostate, Jack ended up raising to his toes in an awkward position where he tried to both push into the stimulation and avoid it.
This was insane. No human could have ever given him an experience so completely mind-blowing.
Jack was a whimpering mess, caressed by Lavaan’s many tentacle arms. The one that had earlier slid along his chest, was now wrapped around his middle, giving him support in the new position. Jack murmured around the slippery meat in his mouth, communicating just how good he felt, despite knowing that Lavaan could read him anyway.
Jack wasn’t even frightened when the tip of another tentacle inched between his buttocks and wormed its way to his ass alongside the first one that was already deep inside and fucking him faster by the second. How had he not come yet was a mystery he would never uncover.
Lavaan must have overheard Jack’s thoughts, because he chuckled, and the strangest thing was that Jack didn’t mind being listened to at all. He was an open book anyway at this point—both physically and mentally.
When the tip of the other tentacle trailed around his buttocks before prodding at the already-filled hole, Jack’s mind screamed with indecision. He could say no, but he didn’t know whether he wanted to. Lavaan’s touch, and his surprising strength were too delicious to deny, and when the many narrow tentacles growing on Lavaan’s head descended to Jack’s neck and chest, gently sucking his sensitive skin, he pushed out his ass, wordlessly begging for this new intense experience.
The other tentacle pushed in through the sphincter, and Jack might have passed out from the transcendental nature of this moment. He’d never felt so blissfully filled. Covered in warm goo and kissed by suckers all over, he was floating in ecstasy that was about to tip him over the edge
of orgasm.
The new tentacle penetrated him gently at first, carefully pushing its way next to the thick girth of its predecessor, but time and time again, it teased Jack’s sphincter, while the thicker arm massaged Jack’s insides in a spot that emptied his brain, leaving space for pleasure and nothing else.
He moaned loudly around Lavaan’s tongue and jerked his entire body when he came, shooting his cum deep into the appendage that had been milking him for what felt like ages.
A blaze of heat coursed through Jack’s body, and at the very peak of pleasure, the other tentacle pushed all the way inside him, opening him up so rapidly he could barely believe it possible.
He had two fat, long dicks inside him, and it didn’t even hurt. It was fucking hot, and the sensation of being stretched so wide alone sent giddy shivers all over his flesh.
Violent shudders ran up his spine, his bones filled with liquid joy, and as ecstasy stretched into an endless sequence of thrusts and caresses, it felt as if Jack’s orgasm would only end if his muscles tore and his bones broke.
You are so beautiful, Jack. So wild, Lavaan spoke straight to his insides.
Jack didn’t have the brain space left to offer the same to his lover. The tentacles kept moving inside him, going deep each time, first at once and then out of sync, rolling in his hole like two snakes desperate to find their pleasure in his ass.
No longer afraid, he let Lavaan worship him, completely resigned to his glorious fate.
Time wasn’t even something he recognized anymore, and Jack lost track of it. When Lavaan’s tentacles began to recede, he was exhausted beyond belief and knew there would be no more hunting today.
When the sucking appendage slipped off his cock, it instantly folded, without spilling even a drop of his spunk.
Jack shut his eyes. He was too hot to notice the cold of the moss, yet welcomed the warmth of Lavaan’s smooth body when he rested next to him, lifting him into his arms with the tentacles.
Jack could have sworn he drooled all over when the tongue pulled out of him.
He lay trembling in Lavaan’s arms, and the gentle kisses of the one tentacle that hadn’t pulled back into Lavaan’s body continued endlessly, soothing him, and licking him clean.
Jack exhaled, finally finding the energy to stare at Lavaan, who once again looked like he had when they’d met, with wavy blue strands for hair and human features. He smiled at Jack and tapped his spent cock. Even if Jack hadn’t been so painfully tired, with balls so dry, he wouldn’t get hard today again. Not a chance.
“I think it’s time to say goodbye,” Lavaan said before slowly sitting up at Jack’s side.
Jack blinked and quickly grabbed the smooth tail, turning the attention of the deep blue eyes back on him. “Already? Wait…”
“I think you’ve had enough, sweet Jack.” Lavaan laughed and his tail became oily, slipping easily from Jack’s grip.
Jack wasn’t sure what to say, pumped out and shocked by what had happened, so he stared at the creature walking back to the stream. Naked, glorious, with a tail, tentacles, and ways to communicate beyond what any human could comprehend. Since he’d become a man, it had never occurred to him that he might find creatures worthy of his lust. Accepting Lavaan had opened doors in Jack’s mind that he’d never even considered approaching.
“C-can I see you again?” he asked, sitting there in the grass as Lavaan stepped into the water.
Lavaan turned his head and winked at Jack. “Maybe next year.”
Something clicked in Jack’s mind, and he scrambled to grab the addison he’d earlier placed with his clothes. As Lavaan slowly followed the stream, Jack could barely breathe, watching the tiny arrow on the device point straight at the beautiful creature. “N-Nessie?” he uttered, looking around for his sword.
But when he finally found it and glanced at the slender form walking along the ravine, he realized that not only did he not want to raise his sword against a creature that had given him so much pleasure, but that Lavaan… Nessie was not a monster. He was sentient and only deserved good things.
Just before Lavaan left the gorge, he smirked, staring back at Jack, and his sweet voice echoed through Jack’s skull. Whose hunt is it every year? Human? Or mine?
He disappeared from sight before Jack could bring his mouth to move.
The birds were singing again. The creek whispered all too loudly, and Jack stood there, stark naked in the gorge that had heated up from their fucking. The sun had moved over the sky since Jack had last looked at it. Hours must have passed, but Jack was as profoundly changed, as if years had passed instead.
It was so clear to him now.
What else was out there for him to fuck? His family wouldn’t approve, but what dad didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.
“Jack! Jack!” Drake ran down the gorge wall so fast he tumbled and landed headfirst in the nearby bushes.
Jack didn’t even try to hide his nakedness. It was nothing Drake hadn’t seen before. “H-hey.” His voice was raspy from the ferocious thrusts of Lavaan’s tongue, so he cleared his throat.
Drake ran up to him, grabbed Jack’s shoulders and shook him. “You’ve met her. Where is she?”
Jack blinked. “Who?”
Drake was having none of it. He bared his teeth and pushed Jack back so hard Jack barely kept himself standing on noodle-soft legs. “Don’t play dumb with me. Lavaan! I know you’ve met her,” he said, indicating Jack’s sweaty, naked state.
Jack frowned. “Lavaan’s a guy.”
“Most definitely not. She has the most beautiful set of breasts I’ve ever seen. And well, she can actually suck with her down-there.”
Jack looked into Drake’s eyes and for a while they stayed silent, until they both said at the same time:
“Shapeshifter.”
*
Next time on Jack Addison vs. A Whole World of Hot Trouble:
Will Jack meet Roux Chat-Bonnes again?
Will Jack follow his heart and indulge in monster lovin’?
Or will he bite off more than he can chew?
Jack Addison vs. a Pack of Horny Werewolves
Jack Addison Vs. A Whole World of Hot Trouble #3
K.A. Merikan
“Apparently, black market werewolf pheromones were readily available if one knew who to ask.”
Two years on from his first assignment, Jack Addison is a seasoned monster hunter, as hungry for fame and glory as he’d been when he first saw his rival, Roux Chat-Bonnes. They meet again when Jack is trapped by seven polyamorous gnomes, but what Roux doesn’t know is that Jack has developed a taste for unusual creatures and got himself captured on purpose.
Roux himself, with his furry body and graceful tail, is just the kind of man Jack would like to get to know intimately, if he only wasn’t so uncertain about flirting.
Opportunity for time together comes when the two of them are asked to hunt down a rogue werewolf pack. But with Roux being his usual uptight self, Jack turns his attention to the possibility of charming a werewolf. To increase his chances, he purchases a vial of pheromones, but once Jack and Roux are alone in the woods during the full moon, the line between hunter and hunted gets blurry.
POSSIBLE SPOILERS:
Themes: pride, experimenting, werewolf, shifter, menage, sacrifice, dreams, self-discovery, tolerance, fame, monster hunting, interspecies relations
Genre: M/M romantic erotica, horror-comedy
Erotic content: Scorching hot, explicit scenes
Length: ~15,000 words (Episode 3 in the serial)
WARNING: This story contains morally ambiguous characters and scenes that might be considered taboo.
Previously on Jack Addison vs. A Whole World of Hot Trouble:
Jack Addison might come from a line of legendary monster hunters and scientists, but he is only just starting out as a venator. After encountering the alluring Nessie during the annual hunt, he’s opened up to the idea of dating nonhumans.
Away from the strict segregation of hi
s country, he meets all kinds of creatures, each more interesting than the last. But, while Jack’s thoughts keep drifting to his rival, Roux Chat-Bonnes, Roux doesn’t share the sentiment. But does Jack have a chance to change the feline venator’s mind when the two of them team up for a dangerous job in Bohemia?
Chapter 1
If Jack were to pick the most transformative moment of his young life so far, he would have to pick the day he’d met Lavaan—or Nessie—and lived to tell the tale to precisely no one. He did share the unbelievable secret (without details) with Drake Nguyen and a number of unidentified venators who’d stumbled upon the beautiful creature during the annual hunt, but for the most part he felt alone in his newfound affinity for non-human bodies.
It was an indulgence he needed to keep to himself, so only he and his lovers knew the truth about Jake Addison, and not a single word about his escapades could ever reach his father’s ear. But away from the predominantly human population of his hometown, the world was rich in the weird and wonderful, and Jack’s appetite grew with each exotic conquest.
There had been a giant far North, whom Jack had to jerk off using his entire body, and who had come so much Jack could have lost his life drowning in spunk. A few weeks later, he’d been sucked off by a male veela, and fooled around with a poltergeist who refused to leave its former home due to unfinished business. Thankfully, he was more agreeable after getting a good fucking from Jack.
But not all of Jack’s attempts at broadening his sexual horizons had been as successful. Two months prior, he’d attempted to seduce a swarm of sentient bees, only to end up trapped and begging for mercy when their teasing turned into torture. Weeks had passed until all the ugly stings were gone, and his dick once again worked as normal.
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