Chapter 18 Sweet surrender.
Sweet surrender.
“The strangest thing about the old gods is the fact that they’re all unique.
In nature, everything is meant to exist as a duplicate of another—as a species—and yet the giant creatures don’t even come in pairs.
There is only one Kraken. Only one Quetzalcoatl.
Why is that? Is it because they are eternal, and Earth could only hold so many monsters?
Are they really gods, made from the fabric of the universe itself?
Are they meant to spend eternity alone, fighting each other for territory?
These kinds of questions keep me up at night.
I know I should be focusing on what to eat tomorrow and how to survive the year, but my brain is like this.
It never stops wondering about stupid shit like: are the old gods lonely? ”
Audio transcription of a radio podcast, creator unknown.
STELLAN
My orgasm was mindblowing. Just watching the King sucking me off so eagerly, I lost it.
But then I came down from the high, and the doubts started creeping back in.
Never have I really felt anything beyond sexual attraction towards past lovers.
I’m not like Perri, I can’t really fall in love with multiple people.
They’re always just a distraction, a fun time, while he’s the only real thing to me.
But nothing about Alastair is fun. He’s a storm while I’m lost at sea. He scares me. Not because he’s a mutant, but because I’m unwillingly attracted to him in more ways than physically. He’s Perri’s complete opposite, so why..?
As the doubts were circling inside my head like vultures, he placed Perri above me, and now I have a dick in my mouth and my thoughts are fizzling back into nothingness.
Yes, that’s it. Maybe I just need to stop thinking and just enjoy what we’re doing, for better or for worse.
Perri moans, his breath on my cock. The view from where I lie below him, his precum on my tongue, is fucking amazing.
I see everything as Alastair fingers him.
And the sounds… fuck, the wet sounds. I’m hard again.
The King is so imposing behind us, a wall of a man.
But he still has his clothes on, and I can see movement under his pants.
I’m tired of second-guessing everything. I need to see, I need to feel… This is my sweet surrender.
I reach for his bulge with my right hand. Alastair freezes, and his pale eyes fall on me. I give a tentative squeeze, and he growls. “Stellan…”
“Show me,” I say.
He closes his eyes for a moment, then smiles before reaching for his zipper with his free hand. As soon as it’s done, I pull his pants down. His massive cock springs free above my face, followed by two dark tentacles.
Holy fuck.
It’s no wonder Perri always zoned out when he talked about sex with the King.
Growing up, he always made me watch those anime porn with tentacles on his laptop.
The little freak finally got his wish. For the first time in forever, I feel a prick of jealousy.
Alastair has something I can’t compete with.
But then his tentacles wrap around my hand and my thoughts come to an abrupt halt. They’re soft and squishy, but powerful as they encircle my wrist. I can’t help but to imagine them stroking my cock…
“Please…” Perri whines, watching us from his position over my crotch. “Fuck me…”
“No need to ask me twice,” Alastair says, pulling his fingers out. He takes his shirt off, revealing the expanse of his abs and chest, before aligning his massive cock with Perri’s entrance.
I watch, enraptured, as the two tentacles grab Perri by the inner thighs. I have a feeling that once they get a hold of you, you’re not getting away so easily. I can’t take my eyes off Alastair’s cock pushing inside Perri—painfully slow as not to hurt him.
How does it feel?
I’m not new to anal sex. Perri likes to fuck me from time to time, and I enjoy it, too. But Perri isn’t as big as the King’s monstrous cock. I lick my lips and latch onto Perri’s pretty dick in front of my face, feeling hornier than ever.
So much is happening all at once, I don’t know what to focus on, but I fucking love it.
“Oh fuck, sweetheart, you feel amazing,” Alastair says. “So tight and perfect.”
Perri cries out as he thrusts back and forth gently. I stop sucking him off—or he won’t last long—and he falls on top of me, back arched and ass up as the King speeds up. The warm glow from the solar lamp lets me see the outline of his shiny cock disappear inside Perri with each thrust.
There’s no stopping the inevitable. Perri sobs, and I know he’s about to come from prostate stimulation only, so I open my mouth and welcome his release. Alastair growls and keeps fucking him through his orgasm, and I swallow every drop.
Perri melts on top of me, spent, as the King chases his own pleasure. One of his tentacles unlatches from Perri’s inner thigh and touches my face. I’m tense at first, but it’s soft and gentle. It caresses my lips, and a primal instinct makes me open my mouth.
Alastair stops and looks down, his eyes wild, as I suck on his tentacle.
This is weird, I think, but oh so fucking hot. I like the feel of it on my tongue.
The appendage pushes deeper, filling me up, and I close my lips around it. My fingers dig inside Perri’s thighs as I hold on to him. He moans and rubs his face on my erection, before sucking me off again.
This is how Alastair and I find our orgasms. Him, fucking Perri with his cock, and me with his tentacle down my throat and Perri swallowing my cum. My eyes roll in their orbits and I moan around the tentacle as I come for the second time tonight.
My hands are touching every body part they can reach on both men, head pleasantly fuzzy.
The King pulls out of Perri slowly with a wet sound before encircling him with his arms and lifting him off me. I’m about to complain but then realize he’s just placing him back by my side. Perri places his head on my shoulder and nuzzles my neck with a sigh of contentment.
Alastair kisses us both in turn and says, “Don’t move. I’ll get us something to clean ourselves up with.”
I catch my breath and hug Perri as he leaves for the camper. Alastair comes back a moment later with a rag. I’m too relaxed to protest as he gently wipes our sweaty skins. I feel my eyes drooping.
“I’ll take the first watch,” Alastair says in the dark after turning off the solar lamp.
Before second-guessing myself, I offer him a hand. He grabs it, and I pull him down into a deep kiss.
He hums appreciatively. “Thank you for that. But be careful, or I won’t let you get any sleep.”
I chuckle and let him go. Perri is already snoozing on my shoulder. A moment later, Alastair comes back with a blanket and he places it on us. Soon, we’re cocooned in a bubble of warmth, and sleep catches me gently.
Later in the night, I wake briefly as Perri rises up to keep watch. Alastair replaces him by my side, and tingles skitter over my skin when I feel him throw his arm over my chest as he spoons me. The way his larger body fits with mine is comforting, and I fall back asleep almost immediately.
When the sun rises east, I have my face buried in Alastair’s naked chest. Panic surges as I breathe his sweet scent.
What should I do? Do I extricate myself slowly or push him away as if it’s no big deal?
But I’m spared from having to make a decision when he kisses the top of my head. He was already awake.
“Where’s Perri?” I mumble.
“Making coffee in the camper.”
The little minx never woke me for my watch.
Everything is louder by the sea than in the wastelands. The waves are crashing on the rocks along the cliff, the seagulls are laughing in the sky, and my heart is hammering in my chest.
Last night was… something. Just remembering it makes my morning wood come back with a vengeance.
Alastair chuckles in my hair. “You’re poking me in the stomach.”
I feel my face warm up. “Shut up.” I try to get away from him, but he pushes me to my back and disappears under the blanket. “What—”
I’m still naked, and I feel his breath on my skin as he slides down my body. My resistance is feeble at best, and when his tongue touches my cock, all my willpower vanishes. He feasts on me like a starving man and has me moaning in a matter of minutes.
Perri comes back from the truck whistling. “You guys are having fun without me?” He puts the pot of coffee and the three enamel mugs on the camping table and sits by my side. He slides his fingers in my hair and swallows my moans in a wet kiss.
Their combined attention is all it takes to make me come.
Alastair swallows my release and hums, “I can’t get enough of your taste.”
In my orgasm-induced haze, his praise goes straight to my head. Both men kiss, chasing the aftertaste of my cum like a delicacy, and I take time to regroup.
“Let’s drink that coffee while it’s still hot,” Perri says, scooting towards the camping table.
Alastair trails his fingertips on my stomach before following him. I close my eyes and shiver.
I could get used to this.
I’m well and truly fucked.
We drink our coffees and eat a quick breakfast before taking to the road. We have no time to waste. The night we shared has changed something, undeniably, and the King can’t seem to keep his hands off of us. Perri loves it, of course. I do too, but I won’t admit it out loud even under torture.
As we leave, I look at the beach one last time, remembering us fucking on the sand. When I turn back, Perri is watching me with a fond smile on his face. I pull him into a headlock and he laughs.