Chapter 10 Properly Dressed
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Properly dressed.
“I want to go ice skating,” I demanded as soon as Chase had woken up from his nap and Nyx had fed us.
My coupling glared at me as he spooned more food—scrambled chicken eggs with fried Kymitian tubers and Ickeen leeks mixed in—onto my and Chase’s plates.
Apparently, we weren’t eating enough to suit him.
My poor Nyx. He needed everything just so.
He also needed someone to boss around at all times, which wasn’t me, but was definitely Chase.
That would for sure work for our human, who was happily eating everything Nyx gave him while seeking more orders.
And I required Chase’s kindness and for him to treasure me.
I loved to be spoiled, and he seemed like the human to help Nyx do it.
I would be the most pampered being in the entire universe, and I saw no problem with that.
I stuck out my bottom lip and widened my eyes and nostril slits, even perking my pointed ears. Nyx predictably glared, but Chase wiggled in his chair and chewed on his lip in the most precious way.
“I’ll go with you,” Chase blurted out, shoulders relaxing.
“Thank you, pet,” I said and drew him closer to give him loud, smacking kisses on his bare shoulder.
Chase immediately sought my lips and grabbed my sides to haul me closer.
We hadn’t bothered getting dressed after we’d woken up, and now, I was supremely glad about it.
I loved the feel of his smooth skin against mine.
He was so soft and delicate, like a flower or an ostretca—a soft creature that lived in a beautifully dotted shell, but was super tasty to eat while being too fragile to cook.
Perhaps he should never wear clothes? I definitely saw the merit in having an always-naked Chase around. It might not be practical, but who cared about practicality when he was this pretty?
I invaded his mouth with my tongue, and he hummed in response, matching my movement for movement.
I cupped his cheeks and swirled my tongue around his.
Chase moaned; it was a quiet thing, but it stoked my arousal.
If he wasn’t careful, I would fill his mouth with my spiculi and flood him again.
But I really did want to go ice skating, so no fucking. Sadly.
Pulling back, I brushed my thumbs over the sensitive skin beneath his eyes, and Chase gave me a shy smile.
How had we lived this long without him? It didn’t make sense.
He was part of my soul as much as Nyx was.
Chase belonged to us. It was a fact. No way to dispute it, no changing it.
He was ours, and I’d be dead before I left him behind.
My eyes flicked to Nyx, and he had a soft smile as he stared at me and Chase together.
My coupling was never jealous—we didn’t do that—but he clearly adored Chase as much as I did.
Nyx would need prodding; stubborn fool that he was.
But Chase was worth any and all effort. Besides, the reward was years of Chase with us. That was the prize I was angling for.
But I might need a plan, which wasn’t my thing.
Nyx was the planner in our coupling. He always figured out the future, our savings, where we lived, and what we should do.
I mostly bounced along beside him and offered my random opinions.
So, how would I even go about making a plan to get Nyx interested in keeping Chase?
Maybe utilize Chase’s freckles. Nyx clearly loved them. Chase’s feet. And maybe his dimple.
So it seemed like my plan was to keep Chase naked and push him toward Nyx. That wasn’t a plan, but I was positive it would work out in the end.
I nuzzled Chase’s forehead, and he gave me a broader smile. He was warming up to me, to us, so easily. Maybe he felt that he belonged with and to us as well?
“I’m so excited to go. I’ve always wanted to ice skate,” I said.
Before we’d come to Valojor, I’d made sure that they had skates to accommodate our tentacles, in case we needed to bring some.
Unlike other bipedal species, we didn’t need a skate for every limb, just enough for us to glide, and the chill of the ice wouldn’t bother Nyx or me any more than the snow would.
“I’m not very good at it,” Chase warned.
“You can hold onto me, pet,” I whispered, then said louder, “and I’ll hold onto Nyx. We’ll be the cutest triad skating around the rink.”
Nyx shot me a glare, but he wasn’t truly annoyed.
I knew all of his looks so well, and this one was his pretend annoyance.
He wanted to come; he’d just needed to be told to come with us.
Nyx’s mind sometimes got in the way of his happiness and enjoyment, which I was more than able to beat down when it became a problem.
I’d always make sure that Nyx was happy.
Chase peeked at Nyx, like he was seeking permission, before turning back to me and nodding.
I grinned. This was going so good! I was really enjoying setting up my coupling with another person. More people should do it.
“Eat, pet, or Nyx will spank us,” I said, taking a bite and then moaning from the spiciness of the Ickeen leek.
They were one of my favorite things, and Nyx liked feeding them to me because they were highly nutritious.
It was hard for me to brat when the food was so tasty.
A spanking would be nice, but I wanted to go ice skating.
A deep red rushed over Chase’s face, and his hand shook like he might drop the fork, and that made me smirk. Chase wanted to be punished. Yes, he truly was the perfect match for us.
Nyx dragged his hand over the back of my head, and I pressed into his touch. He pinched my cheek. “Don’t be a brat, dear one.”
“I can if I want. This is my holiday.”
Nyx yanked my head back by my hair and pressed a harsh kiss to my lips. I moaned. I loved it when he took control of me how I liked. He said, “I can still put you over my lap and spank you until your tentacles are dark and throbbing.”
I swallowed.
“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Nyx asked, voice deepening and his grip tightening. “You would like having to wiggle every time you sit down, feeling my hand against your tentacles.”
“Yes.” A glance at Chase, whose cock was starting to firm up, assured me that he would also like to watch Nyx spank me.
My coupling captured my mouth in another brutal kiss that was more teeth than lips or tongue. He bit me hard, then sucked the blood, making me moan. I adored it when Nyx drank any of me.
He growled against my lips, “Behave, or you will not be able to ice skate today.”
“Fine.” I sighed.
When Nyx looked at Chase, who hadn’t finished, he frowned. “Eat.”
Chase took a bite, red-cheeked again.
I preened. I was so damn good at this. They were practically claiming each other right in front of me. One or two more prods, and we’d be the happiest lollikrake-human throupling in the universe. And I didn’t even have a plan. I was that good.
After we finished eating, I tromped into Chase’s room with him to pick out his clothes.
He was going to stay naked the whole time he was inside—I’d decided that rather quickly at breakfast—as I wanted easy access to him, and it would be an utter shame to cover his bespeckled skin.
Outside, though, he couldn’t be naked. At least not here.
I made a plan to take him and Nyx on a private beach vacation next, so Chase never had to wear clothes.
Though, I thought, looking at his long neck and winding a tentacle around it, a collar would look nice.
It wasn’t hard to imagine a lovely blue collar on his neck, and Nyx or me holding the leash.
I was also fairly certain Chase would enjoy being leashed and led around like a pet.
Hmm, then I could fuck him and have Nyx fuck me to the sound of the crashing waves.
Maybe I’d invite a few people to watch us.
It’d be lovely.
When I tightened my hold on Chase’s neck, he moaned, not fighting my tentacle at all. Yes, a collar would be an excellent addition.
But for now, I needed to focus. Matchmaking was first, fucking my Chase and Nyx on a beach later.
Usually, I didn’t pick other people's clothes for them, but Nyx liked to, and this would annoy him or spur him to change what I’d planned.
It would help Nyx see that this human needed our care—his care.
It was a battle tactic he’d never see coming.
I had to use all of my weapons in my arsenal.
Besides, Chase was adorable, waiting for me to pick out his clothes.
Chase didn’t offer any complaint as I pawed through his suitcase, examining everything.
He hadn’t packed a single sex toy. Not even a plug.
Either he’d thought we’d keep him so full that he didn’t need any, or he was lacking them entirely.
Too bad. I was hoping to try some human sex toys.
I’d have to make Nyx buy us some. Lots and lots of them.
Chase needed them, obviously, and I needed to use human toys to play with him.
I pulled out a sinfully thin long-sleeved shirt and jeans.
“You will wear this only,” I said.
Chase nodded, then wiggled in the same spot.
“Did you want me to dress you, pet?” I asked, head cocked. I didn’t like to do that, but… someone else did. A lot.
He didn’t respond, but his silence told me everything.
This was working out better and better. The mighty Cri certainly knew what she was doing when she formed Chase for us. She’d clearly used all the best shells, finest coral, and purest sand, because he was too pretty and amazingly matched to us.
“Okay,” I said cheerily.