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Wade slapped and tugged at the tentacle in his mouth until it retracted itself. As he gulped down sweet, sweet air, Loki wended his way over, his face and bare torso just in front of Wade's. Below that was a writhing mass of tentacles, dark as his hair.
"When I said I wanted fucked in all holes, this is not what I meant!"
"Well then, you should learn to be more specific," Loki said primly.
"What?!" Wade yelled, so Loki took his tentacles out of Wade's ears and repeated himself.
"How many holes did you actually want fucked in?" Loki added.
Wade thought. Two was boring. He could do two all day, every day. Two was routine. He did a quick count and Loki had him up to seven, which just felt like too many. Split the difference?
"Four."
Loki rolled his eyes and scoffed.
"Fine, five! You happy?" Wade said, secretly elated at his poor judgement.
"Five, but I get to pick which five."
"As long as one of them is my ass, we're golden." Wade confirmed.
Tentacles shot out and grabbed Wade's wrists and ankles, stretching him spread eagled on the bed. The thickest tentacle was still sliding in and out of his asshole, teasing and stretching and driving him wild. One ghosted wetly long his cheek.
"Five at one time, or five total?" Loki asked.
"Five total, you walking monkey paw," Wade spat, flexing against the wet, sinewy appendages. Loki responded by reinserting a tentacle into his throat.
"Well that's two," he mused as Wade thrashed and moaned. "Hmm." Loki leaned back and brought several tentacles up in between Wade and his own hairless body.
"Leaves me three more holes to fill," he said as the tentacles between him got thinner and thinner, stretching themselves out like dough until they went from the width of a broom handle at the tip to something closer to a finger. One of those wove through the air, like a snake being charmed, until it reached Wade's face.
He felt it worm along his cheek, and he tipped his head up to watch its progress as best he could while stretched and stuffed. The dilemma of choking himself further on the tentacle probing his tonsils or getting to see what was happening before it did was a toughie.
Whether or not he could see it, he could feel it, inching its way along. Closer and closer to the tentacle in his mouth. Fucking loopholes. He'd specified how many holes he could be fucked in, not the number of tentacles Loki could use to do it.
He was wrong to fear that, though. No, the reality was much worse, and he screamed into Loki's tentacle while another one squirmed into his fucking nostril. It wasn't a very loud scream, gagged as he was, but he was trying his best, and it was the thought that counted, right?
He thought Loki might be trying to reach his throat through his nose.
He took his sweet time with it too, plunging it in and out, running it along the rim. Lovingly, almost. Really giving Wade a good old-fashioned nose fucking, nose lovemaking, if that was a thing that had ever happened to anyone in the history of sexual encounters.
Actually, hadn't Peter showed him some video of seals with snakes up their nose? Was Loki part seal? Damn, it was nice to have a distraction from his predicament, even for a moment.
"Leaves us two, my sweet little toy," Loki crooned.
Down to one lone nostril, Wade was having a hard time yelling and getting enough oxygen. He tried to slow his breath, drawing on some of those dumbass mindfulness techniques Cable had been on about on his last trip to this decade. He threw his head back, releasing his body to Loki's whims, trying to let the sensations of being stuffed wash over and through him.
The teasing at his asshole intensified. Loki wasn't particularly deep, but he was doing a bang-up job of working Wade's prostate. Wade was hard, which wasn't surprising, His libido had wide and varied interests, and this was weird, but he'd gotten off to weirder.
Then Loki wrapped a fat tentacle around his dick and Wade about blacked out. The moan reverberated out through his unblocked nose hole. His ass clenched around the tentacles and set off another loop of pleasure. He was huffing delirious noises into the tentacle that speared his mouth, the sensations so intense he couldn't stay quiet.
"I think I want you to see this next part," Loki mused, and then Wade was being lifted upright by a host of tentacles.
He got a good view of Loki at least. His bare chest was as pale and sexy as ever, but just below his navel, the hairless skin transitioned to greenish-black, and instead of legs, he had dozens of writhing tentacles. Like a sexy Ursula. No, Ursula was already sexy. Like a twink Ursula. Twinkursula.
Wade giggled, the noise odd but recognizable around the appendages stuffing him, and Loki got a glint in his eye that Wade knew he should be afraid of, but really it just turned him on more. All of that fear play with Vanessa really got some circuits crossed that he should at least attempt to uncross. But Wade's sense of self-preservation always took a backseat to trying something new.
Two thin tentacles approached his face, and he went the opposite of cross-eyed as he tried to follow their progress to his temples. The giggles evaporated as Wade remembered tear ducts were technically holes, and while he may have loudly and proudly proclaimed his prowess at eyeball fucking in the past, this is not what he meant.
Luckily, his ducts remained unfucked, and Loki trailed his slick tentacles down Wade's neck and chest. Wade watched as they circled his nipples, and his eyes shot up to Loki. Loki was staring at him with a smirk on his face that promised the next few moments would be memorable.
No.
"Oh, yes," Loki hissed, as the tentacles in question thinned further and then forced their way inside Wade's nipples.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Wade said, out of his mind with the sensation. It didn't hurt, exactly. It was just a lot. As Loki started up a rhythm, pushing one tentacle in as he pulled the other back out, Wade felt a jolt go through him. Apparently Loki felt it too, as he laughed and wrapped a hand around the tentacle that was already wrapped around Wade's dick. Somehow the sounds got squelchier.
It felt good, okay? It felt amazing. And Wade wasn't talking about the tentacle being fisted on his cock. Not that that didn't feel amazing. It did. But no, he was referring to the even more amazing wee little tentacles taking turns deflowering his nips.
The slick slide, the constant stimulation, the wrongness of it, all of that was getting Wade closer to climax than Weasel and his own right hand on a Saturday night. Ok, ew, that mental image brought him back from the brink a bit. But then the sensation at his nipples changed.
It was like... Okay, you know when you think your girlfriend peed on you, but it's not like it smelled bad, and you sure as shit weren't going to stop because of it, and then you're sixteen and you learn about squirting? It was like that, but in his tits.
"Fuck is that?" Wade managed to get out.
"Hmm?" Loki said, seemingly distracted. "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that." And then Loki did some shit to his nostril that kept him from worrying about anything, least of all his leaky nipples. Fuck, didn't they make special bras for that? Was he going to need one after this?
That's when Loki decided to add another tentacle to the mix that was Wade's stretched anus. He made a sound he was not not proud of, and more fluid squirted out of his nipples.
"'S, 's milk?" he slurred, desperate for reassurance about this new thing his body was doing.
"I think that's enough talking, don't you?" said Loki as a thick, slimy tentacle was reinserted into Wade's mouth.
Loki wouldn't let him speak, and didn't answer his question, but he did keep working Wade's cock. He felt his balls drawing up in spite of how freaked out he was. His mind might have been spinning with this newly discovered possibility, but his body was steamrolling right into one of the hardest orgasms of his life. Tentacles were the shit.
Wade could feel it building and building inside him, pleasure scraping inside him, coiling, tugging at his guts. Just like the tentacles. His breath was so loud in his ears, straining in and out of his single free nostril. And the whole time, Loki kept fucking his nipples. He hung his head down to look at them closer. The tentacles were wider than they had been before, stretching out his little holes. And every time they pumped into him, a little fluid dribbled out.
It was as he was watching the liquid drip down the curve of his pecs that Loki snaked a new tentacle around the head of his cock, while simultaneously undulating against his prostate, and Wade came with a harsh cry. The last thing he saw was white cum striping dark tentacles as Loki worked him through it and he passed the fuck out.
"You gonna let me up sometime?" Wade asked. Loki had him cradled against his chest, tentacles wound snugly around his scarred skin.
"Not until I'm ready," Loki said, using some tentacles to massage Wade's head.
"That stuff, that was yours right?" Wade asked.
"I am sure I do not know what you are talking about."
"Yes you do. The stuff," Wade tugged an arm free to gesture at his bosom.
"Ah, well. Some things are better left unsaid, no?" Loki said, continuing to flex and caress Wade with his tentacles.
Wade let his head slump and his eyes slip closed, deciding to nope out of anything except for the incredible feeling of being stroked. It wasn't so weird that he wasn't into it. Yeah, he'd let Loki fuck his nipples again.
That was his last conscious thought before he drifted off into a deep and dreamless sleep.