Chapter Eight #2
But he wasn’t doing that; he’d promised himself he wouldn’t.
And then Arvus was there, tugging him off the spent Molun but leaving him straddling him on his hands and knees, ass in the air, and—oh, a thick cock was pressed against Trill, bigger than Molun had been.
“Yes?” Arvus said, voice a low growl.
Trill shivered. “Yes, please. You can do anything you want to me.”
Arvus thrust inside, and Trill groaned. Arvus had been so patient, and now it was his turn, fucking into Trill, as Trill’s cock brushed against Molun’s spent one and rubbed against his abs.
Molun’s contented face was below Trill as he tried not to simply face plant onto the other man’s chest. Molun was wearing a dopey grin, and that made Trill grin, too—and then gasp as Arvus found his pleasure spot.
Arvus’s fingers tightened on Trill’s hips, and he increased his pace. Molun’s fingers slid between them and wrapped around Trill’s cock. He jolted.
“Come for us,” Molun said, pumping his hand.
It only took a few more seconds with that pumping hand and that glorious cock pounding into him, and then Trill was coming just as requested, his seed spilling onto Molun’s belly.
Molun was grinning almost as brightly as if it had been his own orgasm, and Trill leaned down to kiss him.
Molun’s tongue plunged into his mouth, and one hand came up to hold him steady as Arvus continued to pound his ass, chasing his own release.
Trill was feeling too pleasantly fucked to help him with it. He leaned into Molun’s kiss, happily letting Arvus fuck him until with a groan and a sharp snap of his hips, Arvus was filling Trill, too.
Trill couldn’t help but feel that being filled with these two men was everything he’d ever wanted.
(Sex drunk, that was what Yannoma always called it, and she’d cautioned him against doing anything stupid because of it.)
Trill always liked to cuddle, although he needed to be more careful than normal to ensure he didn’t taste these two.
(Mage Warriors, Mage Warriors. Remember they’re Mage Warriors who hunt people like you and kill people like you.) But even leaving aside the feast that was usually available to him at this point, he liked people when they were sated and happy.
He liked when they were affectionate, and while people weren’t always, not even right after an orgasm, it was usually his best chance.
Trill could usually tell, but sometimes, he got it wrong.
Sometimes he’d get someone to take him home, thinking that he had a good place to stay for the night and discover instead that they were beyond ready to have him gone once they’d got what they wanted.
If someone was uncomfortable or genuinely didn’t like post-sex intimacy, Trill would leave them alone.
But if people were being jerks? If they were jerks—or if Trill was really desperate—then he’d feed a little bit extra.
Then they’d get sleepy, and Trill would get to stay after all.
They’d wake in the morning after what felt like a very deep sleep, and Trill would always make sure to be gone by then.
That wouldn’t work with these two, though. He was quite sure that pulling extra energy out of Mage Warriors was the definition of stupid. (“Your funeral,” Yannoma always told him, because she was supportive like that. He did listen. Sometimes.)
He didn’t want to head out and find someone else tonight.
But if he didn’t do that, he’d be stuck out in the cold.
If he’d fed fully, he would have been all right, but he hadn’t done that—and he’d learned the hard way that if someone saw him sleeping outside in the cold and being all right, they might cause a fuss.
People were so weird. Why would they intervene if they saw him out in the cold but not consider giving him a bed to sleep in to begin with?
Had they all grown up bitter like his mother and grandmother?
Where did this bitterness come from? Could they not get rid of it?
He had some ideas. Yannoma had laughed and laughed when he’d asked that.
She’d assured him that it wouldn’t be possible to have sex with enough people to make them all happy.
Which, all right, Trill was only one person, and the country was large.
He’d reduced his expectations a little. Could he make a person happy today?
And another one tomorrow? Maybe it wouldn’t last, and maybe he couldn’t really do that much overall.
But he could try. Yannoma always said that she gave fleeting moments of pleasure, but then she always added that she got fed for it.
Trill was never certain if she was trying to do the same thing he was or if she’d simply framed it in a way that he understood.
She had things to be bitter about, too, after all.
But she helped him anyway, and he helped her, as much as he was able. He liked that dynamic.
Maybe that was why he wanted to meet his uncle—and why Yannoma thought it was a bad idea.
Trill liked to make people happy. His grandfather seemed to have made a legacy of bad choices and hurting people.
Trill’s grandmother and mother seemed to have been trying to do the same.
Trill wanted it to end here. And it might turn out that his uncle was just like his grandfather. But… what if he wasn’t?
Trill wouldn’t know until he met him, and he definitely couldn’t meet him if he wasn’t in the city—ideally in the castle—and that was where he was right now… wondering if he was about to be kicked out.
But after Arvus had cleaned everyone up and checked extra to make sure that Trill was all right—Trill was fabulous, how could the man doubt it after that amazing double fucking?
—it seemed that all his fears had been unfounded, because Trill was smushed in between the two of them, lying half-on Molun on his right side, making sure not to put any pressure on his left side, with Arvus pressing up behind him.
Trill could definitely get used to this.
Why didn’t more people want to have sex with multiple people at the same time?
Or why weren’t they nice about it? The ones who just wanted to please themselves by taking as many other people as possible, not caring about any of them, were not what Trill liked at all.
He didn’t leave people wanting (not unless they were bad people, and then they were lucky that they were facing him and not Yannoma, because she stopped people like that hard).
But if people were selfish and not kind?
Trill didn’t care if they were paying him.
They would get off, but they didn’t get his best.
Molun and Arvus had been sweet and sexy and generous, and apart from the fact that Trill couldn’t feed on them or enhance their pleasure, he’d given them his all.
The sex was still wonderful, even without a little extra.
Well, almost no extra. He patted Molun’s abs and sent one last tendril of energy for the night, willing it into the man’s leg, making sure that he was relaxed and pain free so that he would sleep well.
But that hadn’t really been part of the sex.
Trill was doing it in small enough amounts that he didn’t feel more than a little drain even having not actually fed from them.
He was glad that he’d pulled in a bit of energy at the pub, though.
It was a big wound, and Trill needed to be smart about this.
(He could imagine Yannoma scoffing. He was in bed between two Mage Warriors in the middle of a castle filled with Mage Warriors. He didn’t think she would define any part of what he was doing right now as “smart.” But he thought he was doing pretty well.)
He was certainly extremely satisfied with the sex.
Any time the two of them wanted him, he would definitely be available.
At least until he wasn’t available, of course, because eventually, he was going to have to go home.
Not that there was too much for him there, apart from Yannoma.
She would scoff, but he didn’t like to leave her alone for too long.
She was better when she had company, even if she said it didn’t matter.
Of course it mattered. Everyone needed company sometimes, even when they said they hated people.
But he didn’t have to rush back. He would have a good story to tell her, and she did like stories.
She would have plenty to say about what he was doing, so he just had to keep being careful.
When he got home, he would spin it into just the type of story she liked.
(Really, it involved him being stupid and hopefully lots of sex. She’d like everything about it.)
In the morning, he’d see what else he could do with these two men.