Chapter 24
Qylar hovered over Kenji’s naked body, lazily kissing every square inch of it. He had no idea the time or how long he’d been sampling, but he took his time, driving his poor mate insane with need. They had three hours to waste before the clock struck midnight.
Kenji whimpered and writhed under him, gasping for air on the most sensitive spots. Qylar mentally recorded them, storing a plot of where his love preferred his nibbles. He would need to do it over and over again until the map was memorized in full and he could play Kenji’s body like an instrument.
Once the course was plotted, Qylar got down to work. As he stroked Kenji’s hole with two fingers, he slowly suckled Kenji’s cock. He was dragging it on, tormenting his mate, and he loved the way Kenji grew more and more insistent as he wriggled under Qylar’s touch.
“Q…” Kenji muttered. “Stop teasing…”
Qylar reached for his phone and found it was nearly midnight. He rose on his knees, unfurling his tentacles, and coiled one each around Kenji’s lower arms. “Last chance… once your skin is marked, there’s no getting rid of me.”
Kenji smiled decadently, almost drunk from the hours of titillation. “Or getting rid of me.”
After slicking Kenji’s hole with lube, Qylar used his free tentacles to lift his mate’s legs over his head. Pressing the head of his hard, leaking cock against Kenji’s entrance, he paused overhead, looking down on the mess he’d made of his mate.
Kenji tried to push onto Qylar’s cock, silently begging to be filled.
Qylar pulled back, adding to the torture.
The second the clock flipped to midnight, Qylar slid deep in one long slide, stretching his mate as he thrust. Kenji’s back arched as much as he could, given Qylar had him bound with tentacles wrapped around his entire body.
There was no getting away from him. Kenji was completely his.
He closed his eyes as the imprint of his tentacles tingled over his mate’s inner arm, creating the ruddy-red, tattoo-like marks on Kenji’s flesh.
Kenji moaned through it, his back arching again as he fought against the hold.
As soon as the pleasure of the imprint settled, he fell back against the coiled appendages, opening his legs wide.
Qylar tossed them both up, bending his little hybrid in half, before he thrust hard and deep. The hours of torment had already brought Kenji to the edge. It didn’t take much to make him scream. With children downstairs, Qylar shoved a tentacle in Kenji’s mouth to muffle the sound.
By the time Kenji quieted, sweat coated both their bodies and they lay panting.
“Your turn, little octopi,” Qylar whispered.
Kenji frowned. “My turn? I just came.”
Qylar drew his upper tentacles together, revealing his arms, and eyed the bare one. “I still have an arm without a tentacle.”
“Oh, yeah,” Kenji said. “Sorry… my brain’s a bit fried right now. I think you made it explode a few seconds ago.”
Kenji crawled out from under him, shifting as he went.
Qylar turned and settled on his back, Kenji on his abdomen.
Kenji’s creature curled his delicate tentacle over Qylar’s bare arm while positioning his boneless body.
Qylar gasped as he felt the tingling imprint sinking into his skin.
When Kenji moved away, he smiled, seeing a new perfect replica of what was on the other arm.
He slid down Qylar’s shaft, engulfing it with his body, and stroked up and down.
Qylar drew in a shuddered breath, his body stretched to the limit, too. He tested a theory, gently gripping Kenji’s outer body over his cock. Slowly… and ever so carefully… he pulled his cock out and slid back in, using Kenji’s cephalopod body kind of like a cock sleeve.
“How was that?” Qylar whispered.
One of Kenji’s delicate tentacles wrapped around his wrist and held it firmly in place.
Apparently, it worked. He grinned and worked his mate like a sex toy over his shaft.
Careful to not get too worked up and hurt Kenji, he pushed them both as far as he felt comfortable going.
Kenji wasn’t done with him, though. He took over, sliding up and down in almost the same pace and pressure.
Qylar had to bring a pillow to his face to hide his howls of pleasure.
The boneless cephalopodic body made a perfect sleeve and fit his human shaft like a glove.
Three more thrusts and he was a goner. As his orgasm approached, he feared he’d shatter his teeth from the pressure of it.
The snap broke, and he came. Qylar roared into the pillow and filled Kenji’s body with a thick load of cum.
As soon as Qylar was drained, Kenji transformed into his human self. He lay down on his side, curled up against Qylar. “And how was that?”
“When my brain starts working again, I’ll let you know.”
Kenji chuckled. “Glad we both have the power to render one another speechless and brain dead.”
“That… was… amazing,” Qylar said, wiping the sweat from his brow. “It didn’t hurt?”
“Not one bit. It was hot as hell.”
Qylar grinned. “Good to hear. I could never do that with a full Nefyrian. Nytidea for the win.”
Kenji stretched his arms and legs out again. “It pays to be a little guy, sometimes.”
“Oh, yeah,” Qylar rolled himself to the side and tangled his limbs in Kenji’s. “All the time.”
“How would you know? You’re not a little guy.”
“I’ve got a little guy,” Qylar said. He lifted one of Kenji’s arms and eyed his mark there, pride swelling in his chest. “I never thought I’d ever see this on another.
” He lowered his head and kissed the mark.
“Thank you for pushing until you got through my thick skull.” He kissed it again. “My very, very thick skull.”
“I told you we’d be fine. I have a sixth sense about things like that.”
Qylar chuckled. “Okay. Sure. You’re not the mindreader in the family.”
In the family.
While he knew they’d always considered him family and he them, having it proven in blood meant a lot to him.
Coming from bad blood and a ruined house, having his reputation cleansed—somewhat—was an immense salve for the soul.
He’d not wanted their pity, and at times, that’s what it had felt like.
Maybe it was all in his head, but it had been something he’d struggled to let go of.
Kenji caressed the side of his face. “So now I’m mate. How do I become husband?”
Qylar grinned. “We can talk about that one later. One hurdle at a time, please?”
Kenji awoke to a bedroom cast in bright white.
Another snow was falling outside, a cascade of tiny, delicate flakes.
It was hard to tell the hour when it was like that, the low light sometimes the side effect of the snow clouds hiding the sun.
He rolled to check his phone. Seven o’clock. Voices filtered up, and he shook Qylar.
“Mmmmmm?”
“I think the everyone’s awake downstairs,” Kenji mumbled.
Qylar growled, pulling Kenji close and disappearing under the covers. He stroked a lazy hand over Kenji’s swollen belly, sighing.
“Don’t you want to see them open your presents?”
Qylar slid down his body and pressed kisses to his stomach, finally opening one eyelid and ignoring the question. “I didn’t give this part of you near enough love last night.”
Kenji slid his fingers through Qylar’s hair and helped guide him on the path he led over the baby bump.
“You’re really starting to show. Two eggs in your little body might be a stretch.”
“Should I be concerned?”
“Only for how turned on you make me like this. I’m going to struggle to keep my hands to myself.”
“Qylar…”
“I’m sure we’ll figure it out.”
“How do you know?” Kenji asked.
“I just know,” Qylar said, lifting a brow.
“Downstairs?” Kenji asked.
“I suppose,” Qylar said. He rolled over Kenji, pinning him to the mattress. “After breakfast, we’re coming to nap. And fuck. I don’t care the order, but it’s happening and perhaps twice.”
“The napping or the fucking?”
“Both.”
Kenji rolled his body against Qylar’s. “I can agree to that.”
“Stop that or the fucking comes first and we miss presents,” Qylar said.
“Now you’re keen on going.”
Qylar chuckled. He stretched his long arms and legs, his back arching. After scratching his tight abs, he climbed to the side of the bed.
Kenji got out and searched for his pieces of clothing. He ended up with pajama pants, a robe, and slippers. Qylar grasped his hand and drew him closer before they left the bedroom. He stole a deep, sensuous kiss, and they held on tight for a few seconds in the peace and quiet.
Once downstairs, the kids were already tearing through some smaller gifts while their sleepy parents and rapt grandfather watched.
“Morning,” Kenji murmured as they reached the bottom of the stairs.
“Morning, Uncle Kenji!” Zaadi lifted a hot pink bejeweled Army truck. “Look what Poppop got me for Christmas.”
“Well, that’s… something,” Kenji replied.
“They say nothing overly gendered for the children unless they ask,” King Krythar said to no one in particular. “Can mixed gendered not work just as well to blur the lines and send the same message?”
“It’s pretty, Poppop. I love it,” Zaadi said.
“I love you, Princess Zaadi,” King Krythar replied.
“Do me, PaaPaa,” Ael said to his grandfather.
“I love you, too, Prince Aeloran Krythar.”
Ael smiled at him and giggled.
“Just had to throw that in there, didn’t you?” Cryss asked.
“Did I name him? No. Can I appreciate that name given? Yes.”
Kenji chuckled.
“Morning,” Alex said, perking up a bit. “Arms?”
Both Kenji and Qylar exposed their inner arms with a smile.
Cryss and Alex grinned at them, clapped for a few seconds, and then collapsed against one another, looking like they’d barely slept.
“Was the baby up all night?” Kenji asked, frowning.
“No… he’s actually sleeping very well,” Alex said. “Compared to the other two, Xan is a dream. He wakes up after about five hours, gets a little milk in his belly, and he’s out for another good two or three hours.”
“Then why do you look so exhausted,” Kenji asked.