Chapter 28
Chapter
Twenty-Eight
Trent cried out as Malachi buried his cock to the hilt. His prick stretched Trent, filling and pulsing inside him.
Malachi rocked his hips but otherwise held still. “You feel so good. So hot. So tight.”
Trent bit his lip. But he needed more. He tried to push back. Tried to move forward. Tried to move in any way that would cause Malachi’s cock to slide in and out of his body.
He needed to be properly fucked!
But the tentacles kept him locked in place. He hung immobile. Trent was completely under Malachi’s control.
And he fucking loved it.
Malachi slid his hands up Trent’s thighs. He gripped Trent’s arse cheeks and tugged them open. He groaned. “You look perfect stretched around my cock.”
Trent’s limbs strained against the tentacles. “Please,” Trent whispered. “Please fuck me.” He’d been so close to climax a minute ago!
“As you wish.” Glacially slowly, Malachi withdrew his cock. Then he held still.
Trent stopped breathing.
Then Malachi surged forward. Trent’s mouth fell, and he moaned. Malachi’s dick slid in and out of Trent’s body in a slow rhythm.
“Yes,” Trent whimpered. Still, it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. He needed faster. Harder. He needed to be pushed to the brink. He needed to come.
“Malachi!”
“Yes, my sweet,” Malachi said, voice breathy as he continued his agonisingly slow and steady rhythm.
“I need more!”
“More what?” Trent could hear the amusement dancing in Malachi’s lyrical voice.
“Faster! Harder!”
Instead Malachi paused. Then he dragged his cock backwards, leaving Trent’s channel almost empty. He stopped when just the tip remained inside.
“Malachi!” he sobbed in protest. He struggled against the tentacles. “Please!”
Then Malachi slammed forward, jolting Trent.
Trent cried out.
“Is this what you want?” Malachi pounded into him. Hard and fast and rough. He shoved forward into Trent, over and over, his prick claiming Trent’s body.
Trent keened. He writhed as much as he could. The tentacles sucked and squeezed his arms, legs, and torso. And Malachi just kept thrusting. Just kept fucking. He shifted slightly, and his dick nailed Trent’s prostate.
Trent shouted. His whole body tingled. Sweat dripped down his skin. His body tensed as he crept closer to bliss.
Malachi’s fingers dug into Trent’s hips. He gasped as he snapped his hips. The sounds of their heavy breathing, the slaps of their bodies, and his own heartbeat filled Trent’s ears.
The tip of a tentacle slid along his balls, caressing them. The cups sucked at skin.
He squeezed his eyes shut. His fingers dug into the sheets as he teetered on the brink. The tentacle slithered onwards. Trent held his breath as it wrapped around his cock. It tugged and stroked him.
Trent screamed. His dick jerked, body spasming as pleasure exploded inside him and surged through his limbs.
Malachi cried out as he shoved into Trent, rhythm erratic now.
Once. Twice. Three more times he thrust. Then he held still as his dick swelled, buried deep inside Trent. He shuddered, filling Trent’s hole with his warm cum.
They held completely still, locked together. After a moment, Malachi withdrew. Slowly the tentacles lowered Trent onto the bed. They unravelled, and Trent lay flat on his face, breathing heavily as Malachi’s spend dribbled from his hole.
The bed creaked as Malachi stood. His feet shuffled as he moved around. Trent closed his eyes as his breathing returned to normal.
A damp cloth pressed against the base of his foot. Trent sighed. Malachi wiped his feet, legs, back, neck, arms, and hands, before finally wiping between his arse cheeks.
Malachi placed a hand on his waist, and the tentacles wrapped around him. “Lift up for a second.”
Trent did with the assistance of hands and tentacles. Malachi tugged the soiled linen off the bed and laid Trent on his back.
With a new wet cloth, Malachi wiped Trent’s face, then his throat, torso, legs, dick, and balls, cleaning every inch of him.
“There,” Malachi said when finished. “How was that for you?”
“Perfect. Everything was perfect,” Trent said, voice raw. It was everything he’d imagined and more for his first time being fucked.
“I’m glad.” Malachi slid his fingers into Trent’s hair.
Trent’s eyes fell closed once again.
“Hungry? Thirsty?”
After a second, Trent nodded. He was tired. Really fucking tired. But he still needed to eat.
Malachi helped Trent to his feet and wrapped a robe around him.
The ringing of bells and the shouts of people came from the street below. Trent walked to the window and looked down. “Krampus Night has begun.”
Malachi joined him at the window. Outside three krampuses, horns curling, bells hanging from their furry, muscular bodies, stalked down the street on hooves. They each carried a switch or whip.
Every year, the krampuses who lived outside the city came into Anorra for Krampus Night, which occurred ten days before Christmas. Tonight, they’d terrorise and chase any individuals they found wandering the streets. Supposedly, this would scare people into behaving and being nice.
Trent had never been certain how that worked exactly, since the krampuses went after anyone foolish enough to be outside.
But the Aquatic Horticultural Emporium, the Christmas markets, along with everything else in the city had closed early to ensure everyone could get home before the krampuses descended on Anorra.
“The store is locked. They can’t get in. Come and eat, Trent.” Malachi guided Trent to the chair.
But Trent could still hear hooves on cobblestones, shouts, and the jangle of bells. Kelby jumped from the edge of her terrarium and landed on Trent’s knee.
“Hello, Kelby. Don’t worry. Those evil krampuses can’t get us in here.” Trent reached out his hand.
She hopped on. She crawled up his arm, green limbs stretching. She reached his shoulder. Then she continued to his head. She croaked once she’d made a spot for herself amongst his hair.
“Here’s your tea.” Malachi held out a cup.
Trent took it and inhaled the mixture of orange, cinnamon, ginger, cloves, and nutmeg. He’d brought the mixture from the bakery. It was a Christmastime tea blend.
Malachi pulled out a couple of pies and some vanilla crescent cookies. He put them on a plate and handed it to Trent. “There you are.” He slid a hand down Trent’s arm and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
Malachi washed, tugged on another robe, and began to serve himself. Finally he took a seat. He always did that. Always saw to Trent’s needs before his own.
Trent’s chest swelled with warmth whenever Malachi looked after him like this.
Is this really just friendship?
Trent exhaled slowly. This was not the first time the thought had popped into his head.
Because although they’d discussed it, and although Malachi had pointed out repeatedly that they were friends, this didn’t feel like friendship to Trent.
But maybe Trent just didn’t know. He was so inexperienced. Maybe this was what friendship looked like for some. He knew fucking wasn’t generally a part of friendship. But what about the other stuff?
The sweet kisses. The gentle touches. Malachi looking after him with such tender care and always ensuring Trent ate, drank, and was rested.
Were Malachi’s feelings for Trent changing? Trent sipped his tea. Or was this really just friendship for Malachi?
Because it wasn’t for Trent. He knew the truth of his heart.
I’m falling in love with him.
But Malachi had been so clear. He’d lost a mate. He could not love again. So Trent was probably heading for a colossal heartbreak. Trent took a bite of a pie.
But what else could Trent do? Leave this? Leave Malachi? His gaze swept the cosy room before settling on Malachi. The siren sat, sipping his tea.
No. Trent couldn’t leave. He wouldn’t.
If friendship was all Malachi could give, then Trent would take it and be happy. This would be enough. It had to be.
But as Trent took another bite of the pie, he found himself hoping, really hoping that Malachi was starting to think of Trent as something other than a friend. He just didn’t know if that was even possible for Malachi.