Two thoughts crossed Honda's mind by the time his knees hit the floor. First, that he hadn't needed much convincing and had gone down a bit too easily.

Second, that whatever would happen next, nobody could find out. Not because of the kinky-fantasy-becoming-reality part—his spouses would actually demand a detailed description if they heard about it. But he'd be in trouble if they found out he hadn't fixed that dinner on his own.

Two warm and rough hands cupped his face and tilted it upward. More tentacles wrapped themselves around his body, some of them sliding inside his clothes and brushing his bare skin. They were soft and warm, uncomfortable but not not painful. Yet.

"You know, I'd never thought having extra... appendages could be so interesting," the creature who wore Ren's face whispered, eyes boring into Honda's, as if he could pierce through his soul.

Which he could probably do.

"How... how does it feel?" Honda dared asking, voice rough. He hadn't received any instruction regarding speaking, and he was genuinely curious.

Ren flashed a toothy smile and brought his mouth closer to Honda's, but stopped short from actually touching, a study in temptation. Honda swallowed down a growl and clenched his fists, unable to even lean forward.

He breathed in the man's perspiration and alluring scent, as if he had just been training or in a fight. Ren's skin glistened, and the veins on his naked forearms bulged. The illusion was perfect. Too perfect! His dick was so hard that anytime now, he'd come in his pants. For real.

"Hmm... like having a dozen tongues and dicks at my disposal, throbbing, aching to probe, taste, stretch and fill," Ren breathed against Honda's lips. "Why, I can totally see how you, with these wonderful partners of yours to satisfy, could use that."

Closing briefly his eyes, face burning and balls tightening, Honda groaned at the picture.

Is there candy for that? Could I...

"But that's not meant to be, at least not today," Ren said with a chuckle. "During the next couple of days, you, handsome, will take, beg, and be filled whenever we'll be alone, you and I. In a room... in your car... in public toilets..." Two tentacles crawled along Honda's spine and went around his throat. He breathed deeply through his nose but didn't resist. "And just like that, you'll know how to whip the perfect tempura batter, the crunchiest karaage, or the juiciest gyoza for your three beloved. Isn't life grand?"

The tentacles pressed on Honda's carotid, and he turned lightheaded. He glanced up and stared calmly at the ancient creature who scrutinized his face and reaction. A grin tugged at his lips.

"If you deliver, I promise that I'll make it up to you and teach you a couple of things about the art of begging," Honda rasped.

Ren blinked, eyebrows crawling up, then his hearty laughter filling the kitchen. Honda's heart made wild leaps.

"Oh my, but you are one cocky specimen! Here you are, at my mercy, and you think you're still in charge!"

Warmth filled Honda's body, and an unusual sense of peace slowed down his drumming heartbeat. One of the main lessons of these past years bloomed in his mind.

"A real master acknowledges that the submissive is always in charge."

Then, he focused inward and tested the rules of this game. In a blink, the tentacles were gone and only Ren's hands held him. Honda's grin widened, and he met again Ren's eyes. The creature was surprised but not aggravated.

"Convinced now?" Ren asked, serious.

Honda bit his lip, took a deep breath and nodded. The next second, the tentacles were back, squeezing him even harder, and one wrapped itself around his balls and dick.

A burst of pure need flooded his veins, nearly as strong as on the day he had met Francesco for the first time—or rather, been reunited with him after so many centuries apart. Still, it wasn't his partner's handsome face that hovered above him.

No, Ren and his tentaculous add-on were... pure fantasy. And like all fantasies, they were gratuitous, self-serving, escapist, and even downright egoistic at some level.

"My apologies for my poor show of trust, Ren sama," Honda purred. "I fear that I deserve a serious... roasting for my insolence."

Ren's eyes widened as he caught the salacious double-entendre. To Honda's shock, the wicked creature's face flushed red and perspiration droplets appeared on his shaved head.

Honda gasped when the tentacles lifted him off from the floor, some of them ripping his pants off.

"Oh, is that what you'd like to start with, hmm?" Ren growled. "You're not one to begin soft and easy, are you? Heavens, but this is going to be the best assignment I got in literal ages!"

His lips crashed on Honda's mouth and a warm and demanding tongue swept inside, conquering and relentless. Stars shot behind Honda's eyelids.

Then Ren stepped back and smacked his lips with relish.

"But no, my wicked boy, you won't get your way so fast, so easily. You'll have to work hard to earn the... pièce de résistance."

He pulled down his loose black pants and a huge dick jumped out, brushing Honda's nose.

"Time to show me your skills."