You're not afraid of a little calamari

You're not going to be intimidated by Xorth's alien appearance or sinister reputation. You pull back from Xorth and he reluctantly releases his hold on your face with his mouth tentacles. You can see the fleshy tube of his sucker tongue disappearing back into his beaklike mouth. You lean down, laying your body heavily against Xorth's slender frame, dragging your breasts across his chest and down over his flat stomach as you kiss your way down.

You feel your breasts make contact with the moving bulge of his prick and it twitches and flexes against your soft, heavy mounds. You slide sideways, rolling onto your side and running your fingers down to the bulge in Xorth's leathery trousers. He makes a clicking sound of pleasure that you realize is a moan and you slide your fingers across to the buttons of pants. The flesh tube of his prick springs free almost immediately. You take it in your hand and examine it, leaning forward to get a better look.

Xorth's cock is thick and very muscular. You can feel it pulling and moving in your hand and if you hold it near the base it curls up to touch his belly. He does not seem to be controlling the movement, but he click-moans as you slide your fingers up the meaty prick. The shaft is colored a white tinged with purple and blue-black spots near the base. It narrows towards the head and then flares out into a fat, wide tip that has three circular holes.

Unlike a human's cock slit these three larger holes stand open wide and even move as if there are underlying muscles. The prick is warmer than most of Xorth's flesh and it exudes a musky odor that is natural and not entirely unpleasant. Almost like smooth wet rocks left on the beach by the tide. He doesn't seem to have any testicals, though they might be concealed within his body.

You tighten your grip on his cock and begin to stroke him with purpose. As you do you can feel the meaty cock flexing in your grasp. Xorth shudders with pleasure. Marble-sized beads of almost clear liquid bulge from the three openings. As you stroke these beads grow in size and the surface tension breaks and oily, pungent fluid begins oozing steadily down over your fingers. It quickly lurbicates your stroking and the up and down motion makes a wet, slippery sound.

With only a little hesitation you lean forward, your breasts draped over Xorth's thigh, and as you stroke you extend your tongue and touch it to one of the leaking openings. The oily liquid coats your tongue and has a salty-sweet taste not unlike the precum of most men you have serviced.

Xorth reaches down and lays a hand on your head. It is obvious what he desires. To be honest, you sort of desire it as well. You've never sucked a cock that looks (and acts) so weird.