Mainly Love
After a firm tug on his clothes they were stripped away from his body. A tentacle slithered up Tonys leg leaving a slimy trail in its wake until pressing against his balls. A whimper escaped him as they gently curled around them, rubbing that one spot that made his head spin in a euphoria.
His dick stood straight, already precome was begining to drip from the head. Now was my chance. Slowly another tentacle, only much thinner and much more slimy than the first. Slid up his leg, they curled around his dick and tightened slightly. With unpresedented force they dived down and into what was known as the distal urethra. Tony was definitely aware and I knew i didn't have much time to be easing him into the splurge of pleasure. He was just going to have to deal with it.
A muffled moan escaped him drawing the attention of Bruce. But Bruce was easily distracted. His stomach was slightly bloated and he had his hands gripped on large tentacle. Despite my attempts at pulling out Bruce refused to let go, he suckled as if this would be his last meal. I guess in a way it was true. Although, Bruce wasn't only bloated.
Just like Tony he had a tentacle down his urethra, carefully speeding up their movements in time with each rise in noise. The difference was that he had accepted it. Besides, it wasn't like he could fight back anyway, with the fact that I was plenty more stronger than him and the green beast, which I assumed was a whole other entity, partially twitched him into the hold. Once the tentacle reached Tony testis I poked and prodded for the eggs, and much to my horror they were . . . solid.
Regardless of the trillions amount of sperm surrounding them they were as hard as bricks! I don't understand, was it because of lack of nutrients? Or maybe. . . Haistly I gathered the hardened eggs and pulled away; gradually Tonys muffled moans turned into a literal scream. Tonys dick was a deep shade of red and was one tug away from coming. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as the obsession for release began to well up. Tonys voice turned gruff, straining against the tentacles holding him down. On the count of three I pulled out. One, two, three. . !
Hot spurts of cum launches against the tentacles, his hands curled into mean fists as his mouth is left gaping wide with shock. And instantly he falls unconscious. Gently I maneuver him deeper, where Bruce couldn't see him but close enough. Now onto Bruce, first I need to remove the tentacle.
As kindly as i could tried and pried though he didn't give. It was like he was obsessed! Losing patience I yanked back, wrapping him snuggly as to try to sooth him but to no avail. His breathing turned labored and his his eyes fluttered to a close. I could feel his heart hammer against his chest like an echo of drums in a hallway. It was obvious he was attempting to speak but each word ended in a moan and groan. I need, he began to think. Bruce roiled his hips into the mass of tentacles, his head hanged back as his hands began to search for purchase.
Well, that's new.