Chapter 15 The kiss.
The kiss.
“It’s funny, when I think about it, how social interactions were before the Rise.
I remember having a crush on one of the scientists at the main lab.
For months, I tiptoed around him, unsure if I should make a move or not.
Then the Kraken attacked Tokyo Bay. Things didn’t change overnight, we still hung on to normalcy for a few weeks.
But then more old gods woke from their slumber, and the entire planet became a war zone.
When destruction finally reached my state, everyone left to be with loved ones.
I called my colleague, the one I had a crush on, and asked him what he was planning to do.
He said he was going west with his family, and wished me good luck before hanging up.
I never saw him again. My feelings fizzled into nothingness in the matter of days.
Survival was more important than anything, and all feelings had to be dealt with fast. You couldn’t hesitate, or you’d be collecting regrets.
Now, as soon as I find someone I like—quite difficult, I admit, as there are so few of us left—I get it over with as soon as possible.
If you like me, come and get me. If you don’t, get out of my head. It’s as simple as that.”
STELLAN
I watch the sun rise over the dying forest, bleary-eyed. I spent the last hours of my watch thinking about what I’d seen and heard of Perri and Alastair fucking.
Alastair ate Perri out, with my cum still inside him.
I’m not new to felching—a term Perri taught me, of course—but I’m usually the one doing it to Perri, or once, to Jude.
No one but Perri has ever done it with mine. Alastair was chasing it with his tongue. I heard when Perri warned him, and his answer: “Oh, I know.”
There’s a twinge in my cock—again—remembering it once more.
I’m not dumb. For some reason, the King is hitting on me. At first, I thought he was just playing games, testing the water to see how he could steal Perri from me. He wouldn’t be the first to try. But now I’m not so sure. The way he looks at me, his eyes devouring, make me wonder.
I shake my head and get to my feet. It’s time to wake the two lovebirds.
I make my way to the camper, quietly, to find them sleeping in each other’s arms. Perri has his head nestled on Alastair’s shoulder.
Alastair’s eyes are closed, but his hand is caressing the Perri’s soft hair. He has a contented smile on his face.
I feel the sudden urge to climb on the bed and rest my head on his other shoulder. Cuddling with a bigger man is foreign to me. How would it feel to—
I clear my throat. “Time to wake up, guys.”
Alastair’s smile widens as he opens his eyes and glances at me. “Good morning, sunshine.”
Sunshine? Did he hear my mother call me that? I scowl and walk away.
By the time both men have put some clothes on and gotten out of the camper, the hatch has opened on the side of the Beetle and Helios and Griffin are jumping out, carrying trays of food.
“Breakfast!” Helios singsongs.
And I’m baffled once again by how we ended up here, sharing meals with the Devil of the Wastes and his lover, with a giant beetle machine watching over us.
It’s been years since we traveled so far from the Market. Perri is definitely taking us on an adventure. One I hope we’ll survive.
We wolf down the food, urgency dodging our every move now that the sun has risen over the wastelands.
Perri’s friend, Vex, is still being taken north by the zealots.
They have a head start on us and they’re traveling faster by boat, but we know where they’re going.
If we hurry, we might intercept them before they can sacrifice her to their dark designs.
The Beetle should get there before we do, as they don’t need to follow roads and can travel at night.
Smart survivors don’t travel in the dark. It would be far too easy to miss an old god on the horizon and drive right into their claws. It’s the same reason why the traveling merchants’ channels are quiet after dusk. They’re all in hiding.
I’ll always remember the day, fifteen years ago, when during the dead of night the ground shook.
We didn’t know which direction the old god was coming from, but my mothers ushered us hurriedly to the front of the van and we set off in the dark with no headlights.
The moon was nowhere to be found in the sky.
It was a jarring experience. It felt like we were traveling through a dark hole.
The engine was far too loud, and Perri and I barely dared to breathe, squeezed between my mothers.
We drove for hours, until at last, we were certain the old god hadn’t given chase.
We say our goodbyes to the couple. Perri goes as far as hugging Helios and the Devil of the Wastes. Griffin looks uncomfortable but there’s the shadow of a smile on his lips. I think he’s a softie, deep down.
Both mutants shake hands a little too aggressively, but Alastair is grinning, so I think they’re building some kind of brotherly relationship.
Beet reminds us that we’re in a hurry, and that we need to save her ‘girlfriend’.
The three of us get in the truck—Perri sandwiched between us on the middle seat—as the Beetle walks away on her giant six legs. The sun shines on her solar panels, and I am once again in awe of such a creation. The Traveling Market is crude in comparison—a ginormous mess.
I grab the map in the glove compartment.
Last night over dinner, we decided to leave the highway and follow the road along the coast. Griffin and Helios warned us that some of the Highwaymen were still hunting in the wastelands, and we didn’t want to take the risk.
By following the coast, we might also find the boat if they decide to touch land at some point during the journey.
Alastair drives us down the hill and onto the main road as I crane my neck to watch the Beetle disappear in the desolate landscape.
Perri chatters for the first hour, until he falls asleep with his hand on Alastair’s thigh, and his head on my shoulder. We spent the first years of our life together roaming the wastelands before getting a spot on the Traveling Market, and we learned to rest whenever it was possible.
“We exhausted him last night,” Alastair says quietly.
I kiss the top of Perri’s head. “That’s nothing. He always has energy for sex. But car rides make him sleepy.”
Alastair chuckles. “Very well, then I won’t hold back from now on. We’ll be traveling for at least two weeks. We have time to enjoy ourselves.” He looks at me for a heartbeat, a smile on his face.
Again, I feel the tension between us, like a rope being pulled taut. He’s pulling on it, and I’m on the other side, trying to resist his attraction.
I don’t understand why he’s flirting with me. Am I really his type or is it just a game to him? He’s probably not used to people resisting him. He’s a king, after all.
Perri sighs in my neck and his hand squeezes mine. Warmth spreads in my chest from the joy of having him back with me, safe.
But then his hand climbs higher on my thigh, before finishing its course on my cock. He squeezes again.
From the growl I hear Alastair make, I think he’s doing the same to him on the other side.
The little minx is pretending to be asleep.
I indulge him for a moment and let my head fall on the headrest. It feels too good to have his hand on me. My cock is already swelling with need.
Perri kisses my throat, his tongue touching my flushed skin, as he rubs his palm over my erection through the fabric of my cargo pants.
Alastair hums appreciatively and I dare a glance at him over Perri’s head.
His hands are on the wheel, and Perri is rubbing the massive bulge in his pants.
I wonder once again how monstrous he is down there.
Perri hinted that he was different before but I was too proud to ask.
None of his lovers were bigger than me, in height and in size.
The realization hits me suddenly. Do I feel threatened by the King of Merchants?
Perri unzips my pants and slides his hand under the waistband of my boxers. The feel of his warm palm against my naked skin sends a jolt of pleasure through my entire body.
“Stop…” I warn. This is going too far.
“Don’t fucking stop,” Alastair says, voice deep.
My eyes widen, and I look at him. Perri has pulled out his massive cock out of his pants, too.
Beside being the biggest dick I’ve ever seen—Jesus, it’s a monster—it looks normal.
Slender and long, the skin as dark as the rest of his body except for the pink tip leaking precum.
Perri’s hand looks so small in comparison.
For some reason, I can’t tear my eyes away from it, and so it takes me a while to notice that Alastair has stopped the truck in the middle of a field, away from the main road.
“Perri…” I say.
Are we really doing this, at the front of the truck in the middle of the day?
Perri kisses me, his warm tongue caressing my lips, and all thoughts vanish into thin air. He strokes my cock, just the way I like it. He knows my body like his own.
When he allows me to breathe, I glance at Alastair. I can’t help it, I’m far too aware of him in the truck with us. He’s watching me, too. His eyes keep traveling between my face and my cock. He looks hungry. Hungry for me.
Jesus Fucking Christ… Pleasure zaps through my erection and precum leaks from the tip.
Perri kisses Alastair, too, and the bigger man whispers, “I want to bend both of you over in the camper right now.”
The both of us? All logical thoughts in my brain fizzle. He wants to fuck me?
Perri chuckles. “Tonight, maybe. We’re kind of in a hurry right now, so just come for me.”
Alastair growls and grabs Perri’s throat to pull him into a sloppy kiss. I watch them, enraptured.
None of us is paying attention to the world outside. An old god could walk by and we’d barely notice.
Something slithers around Perri’s hand, the one stroking Alastair’s cock, and my eyes widen. Is that..? It looks like the tip of a black tentacle, with blue suction cups. It wraps around Perri’s forearm, almost lovingly.
Alastair is watching me, waiting for my reaction.
For some reason, even unknown to me, I just give him a little smile. Maybe I want to show him that it’s okay to be different. He pisses me off for multiple reasons, but not this. It’s not his fault he was created with a monster’s DNA.
Alastair growls, “Fuck this. Come here,” before grabbing the back of my head and pulling me to him. His lips crash on mine, and his tongue fights to enter my mouth. I resist, at first, more out of shock than anything, but then I can’t help it, I kiss him back.
The way Alastair kisses is so different from Perri and my usual lovers. He’s demanding—dominating—and my remaining brain cells explode. My orgasm is sudden and uncontrollable. I come all over Perri’s hand and my pants in generous spurts.
“Yes… that’s it Stellan…” Perri hums. “Give it to us.”
To us…
Alastair moans into my mouth, and when he finally lets me go, I realize he’s coming too. His massive cock is spurting in Perri’s other hand. He’s still watching me, his eyes half-lidded as he rides the high of his orgasm.
“I love you so much,” Perri says, and he kisses us both in turn.
I’m lost in a daze and my brain feels like cotton. What just happened? I came so hard just from a kiss and a handjob. Don’t get me wrong, Perri’s handjobs are nice, but it usually takes me longer than that to come.
“Your turn now, sweetheart,” Alastair says to Perri.
“No… we have to hurry and—”
“Oh, don’t worry. It’ll only take a moment. And I’ll drive faster to make up for the delay, I promise.” He manhandles Perri over the seat until he’s lying with his head on my lap and his legs thrown over his shoulders. He pulls his pants down swiftly, revealing his erection, and swallows his cock.
Perri’s gasp echoes in the truck. “Oh…. fuck…. yes…” He holds on to me, and I bring my face closer to his.
I love seeing him unravel. But I also can’t stop glancing at Alastair, lips wrapped around Perri’s smaller cock. Lips that moments ago were on mine…
Alastair hums appreciatively as Perri arches his back on the seat. He was right. At this rate, he won’t last long.
But the King pulls back long enough to say to me, “His hand is still wet from your cum. Give it to him. I want to watch you feed him your cum, Stellan.”
Perri mewls and nods eagerly.
For some reason, I obey. I gather a few drops of cum from Perri’s hand and insert two fingers in his mouth. His tongue immediately laps at it, drinking me in.
Perri and I are well acquainted with each other’s cum, but doing it for Alastair’s hungry eyes is… different. My spent cock swells a little at the sight of him sucking Perri off as he watches him lick my fingers clean.
Perri is a goner. In a matter of seconds he comes down Alastair’s throat with a cry. The King swallows every drop. Then he kisses his lower belly and smiles fondly before sorting his clothes out. He offers us a clean rag to clean the cum, and we both help each other in a daze.
My brain is slowly coming back on, like an old engine after repairs.
This was unexpected. The King and I kissed, and it blew my mind. Fuck…
Perri sits up and kisses the corner of my mouth. “That was amazing. Let’s do it again.” He’s grinning.
I scowl and pull him to my lap as he giggles.
Faithful to his words, Alastair speeds on the dusty road leading us to the west coast. From time to time, I feel his eyes on me, but I pointedly keep mine on the dusty road.