Transmigrated Into a Tribal World: My Alien Husbands Spoil Me Too Much

Chapter 63: The Forbidden Pleasure [M]

Cerus really did have tentacles.

They looked a little different from Ikarus’s, but their purpose was... almost exactly the same. His tentacles were a soft purple color and slightly slimmer than Ikarus’s, yet they could still produce the same slick substance that acted like a natural lubricant.

"Cerus..." Maeve breathed softly.

She could not even remember how things had reached this point, but somehow, she was already naked. Several tentacles had wrapped themselves around her arms, gently but firmly pulling them behind her back and forcing her chest forward.

Two more tentacles slowly moved across her stomach before making their way to her breasts. They coiled around her nipples, teasing them until they hardened.

Maeve was not sure whether it was because of her pregnancy hormones or something else, but her nipples felt far more sensitive than usual. Even the slightest touch sent a small shiver through her body.

Cerus, on the other hand, could not take his eyes off her.

He stood right in front of Maeve, staring at her with obvious desire. Even now, he still found it hard to believe that he was finally seeing this side of his mate.

"Maeve... you’re already so wet," he said, licking his lips.

His gaze slowly dropped to the clear liquid glistening between her thighs. He could not tell whether it came from Maeve herself or from the tentacles’ natural lubricant.

One of the tentacles slid between her folds, moving slowly as if it were exploring her. Every time it brushed against her clitoris, a wave of pleasure ran through Maeve’s body.

She shivered from head to toe, and her toes curled instinctively as another soft tremor passed through her.

Maeve let out a shaky breath and looked away, her face burning with embarrassment.

"Stop staring at me like that," she muttered.

Cerus blinked. "Why?"

"Because you’re making me nervous," she said while turning her head.

Or more precisely, he was making her even hornier. Her honeypot was already throbbing for him, aching for his touch.

"Why don’t you touch me with your hands?" Maeve finally asked, lifting her head to look at him through half-lidded, hazy eyes.

Cerus swallowed hard. "I thought... you liked the tentacles."

"I do, but..." Maeve bit her lower lip as the tentacle began to suck on her clitoris. A soft hiss escaped her as she struggled to speak between her moans. "But... I want you too. Is that really too much to ask?"

At the end of the day, the tentacles could never fully replace the warmth of her mate’s real touch. The more she felt them, the more she found herself wanting Cerus instead.

The difference between their touches became even more obvious when Cerus finally decided to take matters into his own hands. He wrapped an arm around her and gently lowered her onto the animal pelts covering the floor.

The tentacles still moved around her body, and two of them carefully spread her thighs apart, giving Cerus an unobstructed view of her.

Yet instead of reaching for her right away, he leaned down and kissed her lips over and over again.

Each kiss was soft and gentle, barely more than a brush of his lips against hers. But because he kept returning for more, Maeve found herself craving his touch even more than before. Every kiss left her wanting another, and another, until the anticipation became almost unbearable.

She could only cling to him and wait for what he would do next.

Cerus brushed a strand of hair away from her face and smiled when he saw the way she was looking at him. There was warmth in his eyes, mixed with a tenderness that made her heart beat even faster.

"You keep looking at me like that," he murmured.

"Like what?" Maeve asked, though she already knew the answer.

"As if I’m the only person in the world."

"As if I’m the only person in the world."

A faint laugh escaped her lips. "Maybe you are right now." She added, "So... Mr. Leader, why don’t you consume me now before anyone can hear us?"

Maeve wasn’t a fan of public displays of affection, but she knew that the people around the hut would sooner or later notice that something unusual was happening inside. After all, she was never very good at hiding her moanings.

Cerus stared at her for a moment before letting out a helpless laugh. "Right now, I’m not Mr. Leader," he said softly. "I’m just your mate."

"Right." Maeve lowered her eyelids halfway as she looked at him teasingly. "My impatient mate."

The moment those words left her mouth, Cerus stopped trying to hold himself back.

His hands slid along her thighs as he moved closer to her. The tentacles slowly retreated from between her legs, giving him the chance to finally take their place.

For a few moments, he simply enjoyed being close to her, taking his time as he explored her reactions. Every small movement drew another response from Maeve, making it harder for him to stay patient.

After a moment, Cerus’s large manhood finally rubbed between her folds before he finally began to push himself inside her.

Maeve held her breath and gripped his arm tightly as soon as the tentacles released her arms.

It didn’t hurt at all, but receiving something that large would always feel a little strange at first.

Fortunately, Cerus and his precious tentacles continued to shower her with attention, helping her relax as she melted further into his embrace.

Cerus kissed her lips while rubbing her inner thighs. Meanwhile, the tentacles sucked on her nipples and clitoris.

The combined stimulation was simply too much for her sensitive body to handle. It didn’t take long before her body reached its peak.

A loud moan escaped her lips as her entire body trembled beneath him. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around Cerus and held him even tighter than before, as though she never wanted to let him go.

Sensing that she was struggling to catch her breath, Cerus finally broke the kiss and gave her a chance to breathe. Even so, he didn’t move far. Instead, he pressed a series of gentle kisses along her cheeks and down her neck, his affection making her heart race just as much as everything else.

"It feels so good," Maeve whispered under her breath as her fingers moved through his hair. She gently squeezed it and even tugged on it from time to time because she could no longer control the movements of her hands properly.

Cerus didn’t seem to mind when Maeve pulled his hair. He barely reacted at all, even when she accidentally caused a few strands to come loose.

Instead, he leaned closer and whispered beside her ear, "I’m going to move now. Is that alright?"

Maeve’s breath caught in her throat. She looked up at him, her cheeks warm as she nodded lightly.

Cerus smiled at her response and brushed a few loose strands of hair away from her face. His gaze softened as he looked at her, as though he wanted to memorize every expression she made.

"Alright," he whispered.

Instead of rushing, he took his time. He began to move slowly, letting his manhood slide deeper as he grazed her inner walls and made them throb.

Cerus let out a low groan, feeling that pulsing sensation send waves of pleasure through him. The pleasure doubled every time he remembered that he probably shouldn’t be mating with his mate without telling his brothers.

Ikarus would definitely be angry when he found out, but what was the point of worrying about that now when it had already happened?

Cerus almost wanted to blame Maeve for it. She had been far too tempting all day. Then again, maybe she hadn’t done anything special at all.

Maybe he was simply too weak when it came to her.

The temptation to taste her grew even stronger every time he looked at her. Her cheeks were reddened, her lips were slightly swollen from all the kissing, and her body reacted to even the smallest touch.

The sound of her moans echoed throughout the hut, and to Cerus, it sounded like the sweetest melody he had ever heard.

Cerus closed his eyes for a brief moment and rested his forehead against hers. She looked up at him, and their eyes met. The warmth in her gaze made something tighten in his chest.

Little by little, his movements became faster, and the pleasure gradually overwhelmed both of them until they were completely lost in it.

Maeve’s hands were now on his back, scratching lightly with her nails even though she knew she was probably barely leaving any marks there.

"Cerus!" she cried out, her voice filled with emotion as she felt like she wanted to reach another orgasm.

Cerus was no better off. Hearing his name on her lips sent a rush of warmth through him. Not long after that, his manhood began to throb, and he pushed himself deeper into her as he filled her with a large amount of his seed.