Chapter 19
Chapter
Nineteen
Trent cried out as Malachi’s tentacle squeezed his prick. The pressure rotated around and around his cock. His eyes fell shut. Then Malachi’s tentacle stroked from base to tip, up and down. He whimpered. Then the tentacle released him.
Trent’s eyes snapped open. “Please,” he begged, reaching for Malachi. He clutched at Malachi’s waist with his fingers but couldn’t find purchase.
Malachi yanked his own drawers off. But before Trent could get a proper look at Malachi’s naked body and his cock, the siren lay on top of him.
Their bodies slotted together. Malachi’s body weight settled on top of him, pushing him into the mattress. Malachi’s thigh pressed against his cock.
Trent moaned. Malachi’s mouth met his, capturing the sound. Then he realised he could feel Malachi’s dick against him.
Horny hexes! Trent wanted to see it. He wanted to touch it!
But that meant pulling back and losing the pressure of Malachi’s body against his own.
So instead, Trent reached up and gripped Malachi’s head as they kissed.
He slid his fingers back, touching the bases of the tentacles.
They writhed. He reached further back, wrapping his hand around one of them, and squeezed.
Malachi rocked against him. They both groaned. Trent arched up, yearning for more. More of what, he wasn’t certain. But still he knew without a doubt that he wanted it.
Tentacles slid along Trent’s skin, touching, caressing, pulsing…and sucking. Suckers along the tentacles attached to his skin and tugged.
Trent’s brain turned to mush. They frotted, his cock rubbing against Malachi. Then Malachi pulled away, leaving Trent gasping on the bed.
“Wha…” But before Trent could finish the word, Malachi slid down his body, pressing kisses to skin as hands and tentacles brushed against him. He closed his eyes, giving himself over to Malachi’s ministrations.
Malachi pressed a kiss to Trent’s navel. Still he moved lower and lower until his hot breath brushed against Trent’s groin.
With force, Trent lifted his head. Because if Malachi was going to do what Trent thought he was going to do, he would rather die than miss seeing it.
Malachi glanced up at him, his pupils large. His blue lips hovered above Trent’s cock. Two tentacles slid around Trent’s thigh, wrapping around his legs down to his ankles. They tugged Trent’s legs wide, exposing him completely to Malachi.
Trent sucked in a breath.
Another of Malachi’s tentacles moved towards Trent’s crotch. The tip feathered along his prick. Trent held completely still. Then the tentacle gripped the base of his cock and angled it upwards, towards Malachi’s swollen and wet lips.
Anticipation and arousal skittered along Trent’s skin. Malachi licked his lips. Then slowly he lowered his head, inch by agonising inch, towards Trent’s prick. His tongue stuck out from between sharp teeth.
Then Malachi’s tongue pressed against the slit of Trent’s dick.
A choking sound escaped him.
Malachi swirled his tongue around the head before returning to tonguing the slit.
“Oh!” Trent’s fingers spasmed in the bed.
Then Malachi’s mouth opened wide. His lips slid along the length of Trent’s cock as he took Trent into his mouth.
Trent’s arms giving out, his head hit the bed as sweet, wet warmth surrounded his dick.
He tried to thrust deeper. But he couldn’t.
The tentacles wrapped around his legs wouldn’t let him.
They held him too firmly. He had to give himself over to the pleasure of Malachi’s lips sliding up and down his cock.
Trent moaned and looked down. Malachi sucked, his cheeks hollowing as his head bobbed. Trent’s cock, glistening with spit, slid in and out from between Malachi’s lips. The tentacle wrapped around the base of his member, squeezed rhythmically.
Trent had never seen a more arousing sight in his life.
He strained against the tentacles holding him, more to feel them restrain him than because he wanted to move.
For a second, he wished Malachi’s tentacles held his torso, waist, wrists, and arms too, so he could be completely immobilised and under Malachi’s control.
“Malachi!” He cried out as his gut clenched and the pleasure curled inside him.
He closed his eyes, unable to keep them open a second longer. Tentacles caressed his chest, throat, and cheeks. Suckers attached to and tugged on his skin.
And all the while, his dick kept sliding in and out of Malachi’s warm mouth.
“I’m going to… I’m going to…”
The tentacle gripping the base of his dick released, and Malachi swallowed him down, sucking hard. Trent’s dick hit the back of his throat.
Trent sobbed. His balls drew in tight.
His body jerked as his ecstasy peaked. For a second, he teetered on the brink, every muscle in his body taut and straining. His mouth opened on a silent scream.
Then he shouted as the pleasure rushed through his veins. His body convulsed. His cock spilled in Malachi’s throat.
After a moment, he collapsed onto the bed. His heart thudded in his ears. Hands slid up his thighs. The tentacles unravelled from around his legs. The appendages glided against his skin, soothing now instead of arousing.
Trent opened his eyes. Malachi leaned over him, smiling. He was still between Trent’s spread thighs. “How was that?” He cupped Trent’s cheek.
Trent nuzzled and kissed his palm. “Amazing. More than amazing,” he said, voice hoarse. Then his gaze travelled down Malachi’s naked form.
His breath caught at the sight of Malachi’s cock. It was far longer than his own. And although he wasn’t very experienced, he assumed it was longer than most humans’. The bulbous head was flushed a dark purple. The colour shifted gradually along the length and was a dark blue at the base.
It visibly pulsed. Perhaps in time with Malachi’s heartbeat. Without thinking, Trent reached for it. He wrapped his fingers around the length. He felt the weight of it in his hand. Trent glanced at Malachi’s face. The siren watched Trent, eyes filled with hunger.
Trent squeezed. Malachi groaned, eyelids fluttering. Trent looked to the dick in his hand. It felt similar to his own cock. But different. It gave more when he squeezed it. It felt damper.
How would this feel inside me?
At the mere thought, Trent’s cock surprisingly started to fill again.
Tentatively, he stroked.
Malachi moaned. “That’s good. Just like that.”
Encouraged, Trent tightened his grip as he slid his fingers from base to tip.
“Yes,” Malachi hissed.
Trent stroked, gaining confidence at the sounds of pleasure Malachi made. Silvery pre-cum dripped from the tip onto Trent’s stomach. Trent’s hand moved, up and down, up and down.
I’m doing this. I’m making his cock leak. I’m making Malachi moan. And I’m going to make him come!
He quickened his pace, desperate to watch Malachi spill his seed on him.
Trent wanted that. He wanted Malachi’s spend on his skin, on his cock, and on his balls. Just the thought made him squirm and his dick fill even more.
Trent angled Malachi’s cock so it aimed at his own. More pre-cum fell, landing directly on his own length. Trent tightened his grip, jerking Malachi faster.
Malachi groaned. “That’s it.” His body tensed. “I’m close.”
Then, in his hand, Malachi’s dick swelled impossibly large. Trent’s eyes widened.
Then Malachi’s head snapped back. He cried out. Hot seed shot from the tip of his dick. Warm spurts hit Trent’s dick, groin, and balls. Trent groaned.
Unable to hold back, Trent wrapped his free hand around his own cock. Now he was jerking himself too, hard and fast.
Trent cried out. His toes curled. All too quickly, a second orgasm smashed into him. His vision swam, and dots appeared before his eyes.
After a moment, Trent released his hold on both cocks. He closed his eyes as he tried to catch his breath.
Malachi pressed a kiss to his hair. After a moment, he got up. Trent snapped his eyes open, trying to see where Malachi went.
But then Malachi was back, wiping at Trent with a cloth. After, Malachi cleaned himself. He threw the cloth onto the floor and smiled at Trent.
For several moments, Malachi stared at Trent, pale-blue eyes studying him. Trent couldn’t read the emotion in them. Then Malachi tugged the blankets from under Trent and laid them on top of him.
Malachi swallowed, not meeting Trent’s gaze. “I’ll just tend to the fire.” Then he rose and walked to the fireplace.