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This was heaven.
Finally Newton was face to face with a kaiju and no one was around to interrupt his studies! (Or hear him if he was eaten alive but whatevs.)
The fact that Newt was alone was a miracle in itself. His forced vacation had led him to the sandy beach of some mostly uninhabited island that according to Hermann's calculations, would never see an instance. Oh how sweet it would be to rub that in his face upon his valiant and knowledge filled return!
The Kaiju had beached itself (much like a whale) rather suddenly and silently. Newt was practically pissing himself trying to walk over to it in a non-threathening manner. He groped around for his cell with his right hand (there was no way he wasn't at least getting pictures of this). He noticed with a start that he was half hard. His hand had grazed the stiff flesh during his somewhat frantic search. He looked down at his floral pattern trunks and decided he'd keep this little detail out of whatever report he'd cobble together later.
Moving right along... it was small enough to be a category 2. Half of its body lain on the beach as if he (she?) were sun-bathing. Oh how he longed for his equipment--this would be the perfect opportunity to attempt to drift! But he'd have to make due with pictures and maybe a closer look for now.
He made his way to the kaiju's head to examine the nose and the closed eyes. He hesitated a moment before placing a palm on the strip of flesh between its nostrils. The texture was rough and warm, still damp from the water, very unlike the dead stuff he usually handled.
An unanticipated movement sent Newt's hazel eyes to the glowing bluish ones now open and focused on him. “Uh... hi,” he breathed, hand still planted on its nose.
The kaiju inhaled deeply pulling Newt forward a few steps. He stopped just short of running into it. The kaiju had either decided he wasn't anything to be concerned about or that there weren't enough humans around to make a decent snack anyway. Newt sighed aloud, allowing the tension in his shoulders to evaporate.
It was then that the kaiju closed it's eyes once more and opened up for a yawn. A gaping void of glowing blue stretched before the genius and he stood immobile (even forgetting to snap a picture with his phone). The luminous tentacles within the creature's mouth drifted toward him. Identifying him with some sense humans lacked. The tendrils branched toward his face and tattooed torso (he wore no other clothing than his now-tented swim trunks). He raised a hand to make contact with one of the fifty plus limbs. When they connected he watched his hand glow blue and felt the kaiju still, mid yawn.
This could either be very bad or very good.
Without any warning, all the glowing appendages twisted in his direction. A few wound around his torso pulling him closer. He didn't even think about struggling and seeing as they'd only wrapped around his middle, his hands were still free to explore to a certain degree. A smaller tentacle made its way up the leg of his trunks stopping at the soft flesh of his balls and yet another came to join the first, surrounding the hardened flesh of his cock. It slid around wetly; exploring.
Newt didn’t even bother trying to contain the little moans escaping his lips. All his motion had ceased due to a numbing or calming agent that seemed to be coating the slightly slippery extremities. He'd have to make a note of that if he remembered. He could feel the smaller tentacles winding around his nipples and one was prodding his lips apart and inspecting his tongue.
Newt was lost, fingers jerking at each delicious rub and squeeze. Every part of him was telling him to not be okay with what was happening. By all accounts he was getting ambivalently aroused by a kaiju and he should be a tad miffed by that, right? After all he was an attractive and available genius. Newt gave himself a mental shake. He was a scientist and this was research! Research with the added bonus of getting jacked off by a kaiju! Memo to self-do NOT include this event in the report!
Newt was soon lulled into the sensual movements of the tentacles. It seemed as though each one was attuned to the inner frequency of his body; they adjusted temperatures becoming warm then mildly hot but not enough to leave burns. Each one felt like tongues on the small man. Exploring him, touching areas on his body that would illicit weak moans. And when one slithered between his cheeks Newt would have gasped but his mouth was full of a slick wet tentacle. He watched in a haze as it slipped and slid from his mouth appearing to know what he wanted.
The tentacle began sliding lower. It cascaded between his legs, gripping them while another slithered over his balls, wrapping more tightly around his erection. His body was being lifted and he relaxed as the tentacles claimed him effortlessly, taking away his shorts almost politely. The scientist grazed his foot along the forms inspecting him. The translucent glow bounced off his skin, such a beautiful glowing pattern reminding him of his own intricate tattoos. The tentacles increased their movements, the appendage that had left his mouth red (and probably sore once the numbing agent wore off) brushed through his hair.
Newt was sinking into a haze as his body rose ever higher. Again...this was or should be a cause of concern but he was already (literally) in balls deep. It was his duty to see this “experiment” to completion. He lazily reached up toward the kaiju as yet another tentacle tried to keep him down in their twisting cluster.
He wanted the kaiju. This wasn't enough--he wanted a direct response. He needed it.
“Please...oh God...please. You have to...” Newt whispered lustily.
The kaiju's eyes snapped open