Chapter Twenty-Four #3
Arvus replaced the finger with his cock, a long, slow slide that stretched Trill perfectly.
He let out a groan of satisfaction, and Molun made a sleepy sound of contentment and then fumbled a little until he could wrap his hands around both their cocks.
He made a happy noise when he succeeded, pressing a kiss to Trill’s hair.
“Morning.”
“Morning.” Trill groaned as Arvus withdrew and then rocked into him again.
“You feel so good,” Arvus told him in a low, hungry voice.
Molun twisted his hand and then leaned in to capture the sounds that Trill made.
“Are we making you feel good?” Arvus asked.
Tongue still tangled with Molun’s, Trill nodded.
“Filling you up?”
Trill nodded again.
Arvus made a pleased sound. “We’re going to feed you so well.”
Trill froze.
Molun pulled back to look at him with concern. “What’s the matter?”
Arvus was still a warm weight inside of him, but he’d instantly stopped moving.
Trying to clear his throat past the giant lump in it, Trill managed to say, “Uh, we didn’t talk about that.”
“Talk about what?” Arvus asked.
“Feeding,” Trill croaked out.
Molun just looked confused now. “But that’s what you do when we have sex, isn’t it?”
He shook his head.
Looking even more confused, Molun said slowly, “But aren’t you like Perian?”
Trill nodded.
“What am I missing?” Molun asked.
But Trill couldn’t seem to find the words.
After a moment, Arvus said gently, “Trill, honey, have you been not feeding on us?”
Trill nodded.
“Oh,” Molun said, faltering a little, his eyes wounded. “Do you not—do you not want to?”
A desperate sound tore out of Trill’s mouth, and he clutched at Molun’s skin.
“I want to so much. You feel so good! But you’re Mage Warriors.
I was already sneaking into the castle, already pretending to be something I wasn’t.
So I just… I just made sure not to feed from you, not to feed from any of you. I didn’t want any of this to end.”
Molun’s eyes widened suddenly. “The dancing. When you went out to the pub on your own, and you came back all sex body.”
Trill nodded. “I, uh, can’t go that long without feeding, especially if I’m healing, too.
But I wasn’t having sex!” he clarified again, in case they thought that he’d been lying about that because he’d been lying about what he was.
“I pick up enough residual energy from all the desire in a pub. Never too much from any one person. It’s enough to keep me fed. ”
Molun tilted his head. “But is it like the difference between dancing and sex?”
Trill huffed a laugh and admitted, “Yeah, it’s not as good. But I was happy to do it!” he added, suddenly worrying he sounded like he was blaming them. “It’s totally enough to feed me.”
Molun cupped his face with his hands. “We would be so happy to feed you, wouldn’t we Arvus?”
“Of course,” Arvus agreed.
Trill hesitated. What were the chances that Trill was really getting everything he ever wanted?
“Please feed from us,” Molun requested sweetly.
He looked very earnest. Trill twisted his upper body to look at Arvus, groaning as that shifted the angle of Arvus’s cock inside of him. But he didn’t let himself lose focus because this was important. There had to be full and complete consent from all of them. Arvus was smiling, his eyes soft.
“Yes, please feed from us,” he agreed. “We want you to be as full and satisfied as possible.”
With that, he rolled his hips again, and Trill groaned, twisting back to face Molun, who was rubbing their cocks together once more.
Feeling almost dizzy with need and elation, Trill opened himself up to the delicious desire that was rising between them.
And, oh, it was glorious. Trill had been right, thinking it might be different with the two of them.
There were more connections here, and he could feel every bit of them.
A small part of him wanted to greedily suck up every last morsel of desire, but he carefully tamped it down.
He couldn’t risk ever harming them—and he didn’t need to.
Just breathing the energy in was already making him feel wonderful.
He didn’t need to gorge himself, he could simply enjoy a taste and wait for their natural peak.
And that was exactly what he did. They came with a messy mix of cries of pleasure and the absolute best feeling of satiated desire that Trill had ever experienced in his whole life.
It felt like the energy was caressing his skin and being absorbed by every inch of him. It felt like it could feed him forever.
“Wow,” he breathed. “You two are amazing.”
Molun preened. “I told you we were good.”
“So good,” Trill breathed.
He felt like he was sex-drunk, and he hadn’t thought that could happen to children of two worlds. But he wanted to cozy up with the two of them and cuddle in the feeling of this forever.
Molun was grinning. “Wow. I always thought you looked satisfied when we had sex, but this is a new expression. I like it.”
Arvus pulled out, which Trill pouted about, but then Trill flopped onto his back, and Arvus was looking down at him just like Molun was, and a smile tipped up his lips.
“Oh, I see what you mean.” Arvus grinned at him. “Did we make you feel good, honey?”
“Sooo good,” Trill agreed fervently.
He reached out and ran a hand down Molun’s leg, pushing more energy into him.
Molun looked down at him. “Is that why you touch it so much?”
“I touch it so much because it’s part of you, and I love touching you,” he told the other man sternly. “I can touch any part of you to share energy. Why do you think I fell over you at the pub?”
This distracted Molun, thankfully. He laughed. “Oh, I see. I thought that was just a shameless ploy to wind up all over me.”
“Well, that, too,” Trill agreed happily. “It was multipurpose. You’re beautifully appealing and I want you to not be in pain.”
Molun’s expression softened from the glee of earlier. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Trill’s lips.
“Thank you. So much. But just… please don’t put yourself into a coma, all right?”
“All right?” Trill agreed, confused.
“That’s what happened to Perian after he pushed enough energy into Prince Kinan to make him visible.”
“Make him visible,” Trill repeated blankly.
“Let’s get cleaned up,” Arvus interrupted. “Then we’ll go see if anyone else is awake. This conversation needs to happen with everyone.”
“Aren’t I the only one who doesn’t understand what’s happening?”
“No, I agree with Arvus,” Molun said after a moment.
“Even with Cormal being all… different, I wouldn’t have expected him to react the way he did to you yesterday.
We need to pool our resources and make sure that we’re all on the same page.
For example, it didn’t occur to us that you could not feed from us.
We were going off what we knew of Perian, who was doing it without even knowing that was what he was doing. ”
That was a fair point. Trill was super curious, and he wanted to know right now. But how Molun and Arvus saw everything wasn’t the same as how Perian did. Or Brannal or the Prince or Cormal.
So they headed into the water closet and discovered that Perian had been telling the truth yesterday. There was plentiful hot water… and they all got a little bit dirtier before they got cleaned up again.
“Hey,” Molun observed cheekily. “That was fast.” Then he looked at Trill. “Does that mean you can make sure we recover faster?”
Trill winked, and Molun looked gleeful.
“Yes!” He actually did a little dance in place.
Trill just laughed.
“We only figured out afterwards that that happened when Perian was around,” Arvus said, watching Molun with a fond expression. “So we didn’t take as much advantage as we could have. We’re happy with you regardless, but we certainly don’t mind that little perk.”
“So perky,” Molun said with a grin, ending his little dance by coming over and popping a kiss onto Trill’s mouth.
Trill was delighted that they were reacting so positively to the things he could do. It was one thing to be accepted in the moment—that was huge!—but it also meant a lot that they kept accepting him. They didn’t just tolerate that he was different, they actually celebrated it.
He knew things couldn’t always go right. There would be not-so-good times, too. But every time they demonstrated how much they cared, Trill felt like another layer of that wall he’d tried to erect to protect himself came down.
He was still going to do everything he could to keep making them happy, but that nervous, itchy feeling that they might suddenly cast him aside didn’t loom as much.
He was so, so glad that they’d found one another in the pub.
They eventually made it out of the water closet and into clean clothing before venturing downstairs.