Earth Husbands are Odd (Earth Fathers #2) - Lyn Gala Page 0,66

touching where partners pull on each other’s tentacles and attempt to cause pleasure until sexual orifices open.”

That sounded vaguely unhygienic. “Open? Query. Clarify open.”

“Similar to when you ejaculate and the hole the sperm and lubrication comes out of opens,” Rick explained in the universe’s least sexy description of sex. However, if there was an activity that would give Rick enough pleasure to make a sexual orifice open, Max was in favor of it. He unbuttoned his pants rather than risk another Rick-disaster with clothing. There was a small possibility that Rick’s people didn’t wear clothes because they couldn’t keep up with the mending.

“I’m down for it. And maybe after I do this, we can figure out a name for it. So, how do we start?”

That got a full quarter turn out of Rick. “You start pulling tentacles by pulling tentacles.” Max would have expected that to come with a “duh” tone, but the new translator made Rick sound cautious... timid.

Max sat on the edge of their bed and held a hand out. Rick slid closer, his center tentacle undulating. “Is there a particular tentacle I should pull or a way that I can do it to make you feel more pleasure?”

“All pulling is pleasurable with you.” Rick probably meant that as a factual reassurance, but that had to be the sweetest thing Max had ever heard. The casual way that he said it was the cherry on the sundae.

“Spending any time together is pleasurable with you.” Max caught a red-tipped tentacle and gently pulled. When he didn’t get a reaction, he pulled a little harder. Rick wasn’t fragile. Hell, he was stronger than Max, but Max still hesitated. “Could I hurt you doing this?”

“Unlikely.” Rick paused, and his tentacles got a little curlier. “Query. Could I hurt you by pulling on your tentacles?”

Max doubted that Rick would ever get rough enough to do harm, but he also didn’t want to encourage any carelessness. “If you pull too hard, you could damage my joints.”

Rick trumpeted and yanked most of his tentacles away. Max held onto the one he had been trying to pull. “That is why unboned tentacles are more practical than boned ones. Had I known I could create damage, I would have worried about ways I have pulled your tentacles in a past.” The translator let all the concern and horror come shining through. It was sweet. However, the concern was overkill.

“I enjoy the way you pull my tentacle.”

Rick noticed that he had switched to a singular noun. “Query. You reference your one logical tentacle.”

Max laughed. Rick had commented on the lack of bones in Max’s dick more than once. “Yes, I am. You are very good at pulling that tentacle, and you have always been careful to avoid damage. If you have never broken my dick, you’re not going to damage my arm.”

Rick’s tentacles didn’t relax. “If we are pulling tentacles and not seeking genetic release, I anticipate pulling more. Query. Would more pulling damage your logical tentacle?”

“Well, maybe take it easy pulling my cock,” Max admitted. As strong as Rick was, if he applied force to Max’s cock, that was not going to end well. “It is a fairly fragile tentacle. My arms and legs are tougher, even with the joints. So, back to my original question, how hard can I pull on your tentacles before damaging them? I am uncomfortable doing something which could cause harm.” Max ran his fingers along the underside of the tentacle he was holding captive.

“I will tell you if the unlikely chance the pulling is too much. You will not hurt me.” Rick curled a red tentacle tip around Max's wrist. Max started pulling, gently at first. When he didn't get a reaction, he pulled harder, and harder. Rick shivered.

“Good?”

“Exceptionally. It is more good because it is you that pulls.” Rick brought a few more tentacles around to curl around Max’s arms.

“You are a sweet talker.”

Rick blew raspberries. “I believe that translated incorrectly. My talent does not include talent with speech.”

“Really?” Max put a little more muscle into tugging, and Rick shivered so hard that his tentacles came loose, falling off Max’s arms. “I would say you are very talented with speech.” Max waited until Rick recovered and brought a few of his tentacles back up before pulling as if he was in boot camp and his drill sergeant was watching. Rick grunted and shimmied.

“Too much?” Max let go of the tentacle.

“No. You pull wonderfully. I didn’t expect such goodness with