Qi'xatl the Tentacle Monster Chapter 2 - Learning

Qi'xatl the tentacle monster was unhappy.
After he had touched his mistress' womanly parts with his tentacles, which had resulted in a very strange but very good feeling reaction of his body, he had definitely wanted to keep learning about these new sensations.
He had also been very happy that his mistress had been so pleased by his touching of her naked body, which even made her climax, which apparently was the same thing that had happened to him.
He had wanted to continue to please her, to make her and himself orgasm again, but then there had been a knock on the door.
Lianna, his mistress and creator, who had been lying on the bed, breathing heavy, had shot up in alarm.
Whispering, "Hide!", to him, she had quickly taken a cloth to wipe the white liquid his tentacles had squirted at her when the fire had burned inside him away and then gotten dressed.
He had hidden himself under her bed, then she had hurried out of the bed door and closed the door behind her.

He was angry at the knock. Why did it have to make her leave him when he wanted to touch her?
This had happened before, he remembered. One time the knock had come when she had been working, and she had left her work for the knock.
And one time the knock came when she was eating.
She had always told him to hide.
But now he realized that every time there had been a knock, a living thing would then come into what his mistress called their 'house'.
He could feel their presence, sometimes even hear them through the door.
Two times the things had been like Lianna, but one time it had been a weird thing that was not really a living thing like his mistress at all, but it still walked and talked. He hadn't liked it.
He had asked his mistress once it was gone, and she had said it was an 'Undead'. It had come to buy some potion from her.

Now the knock was gone and he could feel a new living presence in the other room again.
Then he could hear his mistress and the new thing make the noises that meant they were happy. He thought it was called 'laughing'.
The other voice sounded good. Like his mistress'. High pitched and.. feminine, he now knew. It was a woman, just like his mistress was a woman.
Qi'xatl liked women.

He liked how they looked now. And how they felt.
Or, at least, he liked how his mistress felt. He wondered what this new woman felt like.
And what she looked like.
He wanted to see her.

He wondered what he should do.
Mistress had told him to hide. But that meant to make sure others wouldn't see him, did it not?
He still could look at them, and didn't need to be behind the door, as long as they didn't see him.
Mistress hadn't said that he must not go look himself.
Qi'xatl was happy again.
He made himself round and very tiny. He liked being able to change his shape as he wanted.
Then he rolled to the door.
When he was directly in front of it, the voices were louder.
He made himself even smaller and moved into the gap between the door and the floor, and took on a dark color, like the shadows surrounding him now.

He could see the new woman. She was talking to his mistress, standing with her back to the door he was crouching beneath.
She was very similar to his mistress. She must be a bloodelf, too, he thought.
Long, black hair adorned her head, and she wore a bright red robe that left her shoulders bare.
Qi'xatl liked bare shoulders.
He wanted to touch the new woman, to make her shiver like he had made his mistress shiver.
But he thought that when he touched her, she would probably look at him, and then he wasn't hiding anymore and mistress would be unhappy.
And he didn't want his mistress to be unhappy. If she was unhappy she might not let him touch her again.
So he stayed where he was, content to watch the two beautiful elves.
And he listened to what they said.

"By the way, Lianna, I haven't interrupted anything, have I?", the new woman said.
"What do you mean? No, you haven't."
"Well, your hair is messy and your face is red.. I've never seen you like this. You look.. flustered."
The new woman laughed.
Qi'xatl liked it when she laughed. It made him happy.
"Ummm, no, I was just.. working", he heard Lianna say.

"You sure you're not hiding anyone in there?", the woman asked and turned around to look at the bedroom door he was hiding under.
He quickly moved back into the room, not wanting to take the chance of being seen.

After a few moments he felt the presence of the woman leave.
Another minute, and the bedroom door opened, his mistress striding in again.
Only when she asked "Qi? Where are you?", he remembered that he had made himself so small that she didn't immediately see him on the floor.
He grew a bit larger.
"Ah there you are! Well, she had really good timing!". She snickered.
He telepathically asked her who the beautiful woman was.
"Just an old friend who had come to get the love potion I made for her.. wait a second. The 'beautiful woman'? How do you know she is beautiful? You've been watching us?"
"Yes. She was beautiful, like you, mistress. I wanted to touch her."
"You what?"
She laughed.
"Oh you horny little blubber! But oh well, I did create you for that reason, didn't I?"

Qi'xatl didn't know what his mistress meant, and if she was displeased that he had watched them. But she laughed, and he knew that laughing meant happy. So he was happy, too.

Then the weird feeling started again to take hold of him, when his mistress suddenly dropped her robe and revealed her naked body again.
She laid down on the bed.
"Well come here, time for some more teaching, so I can have some real fun with you!"

Qi'xatl happily rolled next to the bed and made himself grow bigger and sprout some tentacles.
It had felt good to touch his mistress with five tentacles. How good would it feel with a hundred, he wondered.
He made many thin tentacles, and then moved them all to his mistress' body, touching her in a hundred places at the same time.
He let his arms slide around her ears and slither over her feet and between her toes.
He rubbed his tentacles against her arms, her legs, and her tummy.
Many of his tentacles he used to touch her breasts, which were among his favorite parts of his mistress' body. They were so soft and felt very good.
He took special care to touch the small pink nipples on their tops.
And he used many tentacles in the warm, moist part of her body that he liked the most.
The sensitive tips of his arms could feel and smell and taste the wetness of this place. It made him very happy.

All this had happened simultaneously, a hundred thin tentacles swarming over Lianna's body.
The bloodelf began to squirm and giggle.
"Stop! Stop! Stop it!", she said, and Qi'xatl quickly removed all his arms from her. He was afraid that he had done something bad.
"You're tickling me everywhere!"
Qi'xatl was confused. He didn't know what tickling was.
"If you touch the soles of my feet, my sides or my ears so lightly like this, it tickles and I have to laugh", she explained to him.
"Either don't touch these places, or use more pressure there, please. But not too much either, else it will hurt!"
Qi'xatl made what would have been a sigh if he had had a mouth.
This was more complicated then he had thought.
Not to little and not too much. But how much was right?

Then he realized how stupid he had been. After all, he had telepathic abilities and used them to say things to his mistress. He had just, since she had always answered him with spoken words, completely forgotten that he could also use his abilities the other way, to listen instead of to speak.
He concentrated on it.
He couldn't hear his mistress' thoughts like he could hear her words when she was speaking, but he could feel certain things.. he realized that he could feel that she was waiting for him, that she wanted to be pleased by him.
That made Qi'xatl very happy.
He once more moved all his tentacles to her body, touching her everywhere, except in the places that had tickled her.
Then he concentrated on his telepathic abilities. It was almost overwhelming. He could feel that his mistress was in so much pleasure now. And he was the source of that pleasure! That made him very proud.
And he himself felt very good too. Touching his mistress' body with all his tentacles felt very, very good.
But he didn't want the fire to come yet, so he concentrated less on the feelings in his own appendages.
He wanted to please his mistress.
And he wanted to please her everywhere, but without tickling her.
He carefully moved one of his tentacles to her ear.
He concentrated very much on his telepathic abilities now, and touched her.
He could feel now that something in her felt.. different. Happy but in a strange way. That must be the tickling feeling, he thought, and slightly increased the pressure of his tentacle rubbing her ear.
The strange feeling emanating from her vanished and was replaced by the good feeling of pleasure again.
That made Qi'xatl happy.
He continued his exploration and learning, moving his tentacles against his mistress' sides, and over her soles.
Quickly he knew how much pressure was the right amount, to make her feel good and neither hurt nor tickle her.
He was very proud. And his mistress was making moaning noises. He liked those noises. He liked them very much.
They meant his mistress was very happy.

Then something happened.
He had only slithered his tentacles over the general area of her hot and wet groin, but he had forgotten the very tiny little nub that sat on top of her slit.
When one of his arms accidentally touched it, he could telepathically and physically feel his mistress react to the touch.
She had been moaning and squirming all the time, but when he touched that spot, her clitoris, her moaning and squirming became more intense, and he could telepathically feel her arousal rise to new heights.
He rubbed her clit with more intensity, and he could feel her orgasm coming.
Then it was there. He could feel the energy of it reaching a climax and then spread like electrical fire through her mind and body. Her hips buckled and she screamed, her whole body shaking under his arms.
And he was concentrating so intently on the feelings emanating from her during her climax, that it spread into his own mind, and from there through his own body.
In a sudden eruption, all his tentacles squirted their white stuff on his mistress, and for a moment his own mind went blank and his tentacles became limp and motionless, or slid to the floor, pulled down by gravity.

When he regained his senses, his mistress was panting, and an aura of extreme happiness and satisfaction was surrounding her.

But that aura only lasted for a few seconds, until they both heard the house door creaking.
Then they heard a familiar voice yell, "Ha! I heard you scream Lianna! I was right, you are hiding a man in there, let me see who's the lucky.."
With these words, the bedroom door was pushed open, and there stood the woman that he had watched visit his mistress earlier.
They all were in shock.
The woman stood in the door, unmoving, mouth hanging open, looking from him to the bloodelf lying in the bed, covered in white goo from head to toe, staring wide eyed at the surprise intruder herself.
This was not good.
He quickly retracted all his tentacles, made himself very small, and rolled forward, hiding under the bed.