Chapter Fifteen #2
Arvus gave a particularly energetic thrust forward, bringing Trill back to the present.
He had Molun’s cock in his mouth, heavy and beautiful, and Molun was sucking on him just perfectly.
Trill knew to tease the vein on the underside of Molun’s cock, to trace the head with his tongue and then swallow the man whole, because he loved it when Trill swallowed around him.
Coming in the arms of these two was the best feeling, especially when they all came together, the energy practically buzzing through the air.
The only thing that would make it better would be to be able to feed at the same time.
But they were still Mage Warriors, and Trill was still a half-demon.
Yannoma had reminded him more than once that sex wasn’t feelings.
And he needed that reminder, because when he was wrapped up like this, when he was languorously post-coital, it was so easy to think that they cared for him and they accepted him, and maybe they would—
Maybe they would kill him, like they’d killed the demons that had attacked Molun and left him scarred and in pain. Maybe they’d be scared. Maybe they’d hate him. He couldn’t bear any of that.
He could be careful. He could, never mind what Yannoma would say about what he was doing right now. When the time came, he would move on, and Molun would be healed, and that would make it worth it.
Maybe there was no one out there that could ever accept Trill the way he really was. He didn’t completely fit in with the carnalions, and the humans were afraid of him. He didn’t want to be alone, so that meant taking what he could get, didn’t it?
He resolutely closed his eyes and snuggled between the two awesome men that he wished he could keep.
The next few days were a little bit strange, as everyone tried to figure out how they fit together. Trill wasn’t just sleeping with Molun and Arvus anymore (though he had zero complaints about how he’d been spending his time). He had family now, and it was family that didn’t seem to hate him.
Tramon hadn’t been lost to the same bitterness that Trill’s mother had. He’d had a child and then a grandchild, and they all seemed to care for one another no matter what. (Wistfully, Trill wished that extended to being a child of two worlds. But introduce demons, and everything always went awry.)
Cormal was upset by the negative impact his father had had on their lives. Trill made sure to point out how Tramon had turned out versus Trill’s mother. Same situation, but they’d chosen to treat it differently. How they’d reacted had helped shape them. It wasn’t all Tramad.
Cormal said heavily, “Sometimes you don’t realize how you’re reacting until it’s too late.”
“Sometimes, you can still change it, even if it seems like it’s too late,” Trill pointed out.
Cormal smiled, “Yes, I suppose we can always hope to change and make a difference.”
Molun and Arvus didn’t seem to know quite what to do with Cormal, but they were being relatively polite, and Trill was pretty sure it was for his sake, as well as Livala’s and her family’s.
On top of everything else, she was the first new novice in months, and they all wanted her training to go well.
Cormal was taking a special interest in training her, because he was the only one who could control fire here.
(Molun and Arvus both got a little twitchy, sometimes, when that was mentioned.) Molun attended these training sessions a lot, too, him or Delana, because it was always good to have someone who could control water when you were learning to control fire.
Once Livala had rudimentary control in place, she’d join the other novices, apparently.
Molun often came back from these sessions looking confused. “It’s like watching a different person.”
He didn’t seem as angry, at least, and that gave Trill hope.
Molun was spending less time in their rooms, and Trill was spending time with his family, chatting or eating or watching the training or learning more about the castle.
He’d met the Princess this way, as well as seeing the Prince again, because Princess Larenia had wanted to meet the new novice who was close to her own age.
(She had just turned thirteen, apparently, and Livala was fourteen.)
The two girls got along immediately, despite the fact that it was clear the Princess did not like Cormal.
The Prince shot Cormal an apologetic, commiserating glance, and Trill tried not to goggle at the energy coming off the two of them.
Oh. Wow. What could you possibly do when you were that attracted to someone you couldn’t touch?
Well, all right, Trill could think of several things, but the desire to touch and the inability to ever do it… That would be hard.
He hadn’t realized how much he was staring until Molun said, “We know it’s sad, what happened to the Prince. We’re still trying to come up with a solution.”
They had always talked around the subject before.
“That’s why you’re all looking in the magic books all the time?” Trill asked.
Molun nodded. “Unfortunately, no one seems to have encountered anything like this before, someone who doesn’t have a physical body.
It was worse before; he was invisible, and only his sister could see or hear him.
So this is much better, but it’s still not good.
We’re doing everything we can, but we haven’t found anything that could help so far. ”
Trill nodded and made sympathetic noises, because that really did sound like a terrible situation.
Internally, he considered. There might be someone Trill could ask. He was absolutely certain that Yannoma wouldn’t come anywhere near the castle. But she might still have information she could share from a distance.
But truly, he couldn’t imagine not trying to help the Prince.
Trill was more than a little worried for him, for a completely different reason than everyone else seemed to be.
Trill had enough control of himself not to feed off him, but what would full demons do, if they came across someone like the Prince?
Yes, Trill needed to try to help.
Molun gave him paper and ink, of course, as soon as he asked.
“I really should have written sooner to tell my friend how I’m doing,” Trill admitted. “But I got really busy here.”
He winked, and this made Molun grin at him.
“We’re very happy to keep you busy. You can stay as long as you like,” Molun assured him happily. “So make sure to tell your friend that. I imagine they miss you, but we’re really happy to have you.”
Trill grinned at him. “Thank you. But I really should reassure them that I haven’t been eaten by wild dogs or something.”
Molun laughed.
So Trill wrote his message, explaining as much as he could in a way that didn’t admit to anything they could do, just in case.
He told Molun he wanted to go and post the letter himself because he needed to stretch his legs and he’d feel better when he saw the letter actually go.
“Not that I think the staff wouldn’t actually do it—” Trill said uncertainly, suddenly realizing this might be really insulting.
Fortunately, Molun was laughing. “No, no, I totally understand. You always worry a tiny bit that it will get stuck in someone’s pocket and they won’t actually remember to send it. Did you want company?”
Trill shook his head. “No, no, I can handle being on my own for an hour or two.”
Molun pouted. “An hour or two?”
Trill pressed a quick kiss to his lips, no more than that because Arvus wasn’t there.
“I’ll be back, promise. You’ll get more reading done without me.”
Molun made a huffy sound, but Trill could see that he wasn’t actually that upset.
With a last squeeze to his arm (and thread of energy, since it was basically second-nature now), he bundled up in his borrowed coat—his own coat had not been deemed warm enough, and it had been far easier not to argue—and left the castle on his own.
He posted the letter first. There was a chance that Yannoma wasn’t even going to answer when she saw that the return address was the castle, but having met the Prince, Trill felt compelled to try.
Then he swung through a few pubs and weaved his way through as many occupied dance floors as he could find, drawing in that sweet desire.
They weren’t as full during the day as they would be at night, but there were still enough visitors, vacationers, and those who were unemployed or retired or just didn’t work during the day.
Trill made himself go slowly and carefully, ensuring he didn’t pull too much from any one person.
He was hungry right now, but this was the first skill Yannoma had taught him, how to go unnoticed.
Now was not the time to get carried away and accidentally make someone faint.
It took longer the cautious way, but it was definitely smarter. Finally, feeling warm and complete and full of energy, Trill made his way back to the castle—where he encountered a problem that he’d not anticipated.
Molun pouted as soon as he saw Trill. “Were you having sex without us?”
“What? No, of course not.” Trill was confused. “Why would you think that?”
Molun gestured at him. “But that’s sex body.”
“What?”
Molun gestured again. “All of that. Sated. Happy. Sex body!”
Oh. Oh. Trill didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Molun wasn’t right, but he wasn’t exactly wrong, either.
“I didn’t have sex,” he promised. “I just went out dancing.”
There was a furrow in Molun’s brow. “You’re allowed to have sex with other people. No one said you couldn’t have sex with other people. Do you miss having sex with other people?”
Trill climbed into Molun’s lap and hugged the man. After a long moment, Molun hugged him back.
Quietly, Trill confessed, “I don’t miss having sex with other people at all. I don’t miss it so much that it scares me a little.”