“I can reach there, you know.”
“I want to do it. You have other places to reach.” With a smirk, he snatched the ornament and strained his lean body to place it on the top.
I traced the back of his thigh with my fingertips up to where it turned into a pert buttock.
Kert looked over his shoulder at me, winked, and stuck his ass out. I bit into the cheek, then kissed it as I slid my finger along his crease. “Are you sore?”
“In a very good way. I could use a massage.” Kert wiggled his bum.
“Like this?” I circled his pucker, pressing in where my cum still lingered.
He moaned, impaling himself.
“I feel like if I come again my dick would fall off.” Despite saying that, he sent his tail to pull me closer.
“It won’t.” I wrapped my tentacle around his hard-on and sent delicate pulsations through it.
“It’s torture.”
“Mmmhmm. That’s the point.” His ass was directly in front of my face, and I nibbled on his fuzzy cheek then kissed it.
“You just gave me an idea for my next painting. I’d keep it to myself too.” I replaced my finger with a lubed tentacle, circling inside his ass slowly.
Kert purred, holding onto the ladder. “Why?”
“I don’t want to expose you. It would be your ass hanging in public.”
“I’ve never been shy. I wouldn’t mind if it was my actual ass, and this one is painted by you.” He flicked his tail in the direction of the paintings. “I understand and appreciate why you kept these to yourself. But don’t do it on my account.” He thrust his butt out, getting more of my tentacle in him. “I hereby give you permission to do whatever you want with my ass. Painted or otherwise.”
A low chuckle bubbled from me. Yes, I loved this crazy krampus. I fucking did. With all three of my hearts.
Chapter Fourteen
Kert
On the morning of December twenty-third, Marin packed an overnight duffel and my suitcase into a car we’d rented for the trip. The plan was to go to this mysterious event, sleep over at Marin’s friend’s house, and return to New York on Christmas eve.
We’d done the necessary shopping to be ready to cook on the twenty-fourth and enjoy a quiet day on the twenty-fifth. Marin mentioned an invitation to a New Years Eve party but we hadn’t decided if we’d go.
Marin tortured me with Elvis’s Christmas album in the car, although my complaining was more to fuck with him than my dislike of the music.
“We’ve been driving with only snow banks on both sides for nearly four hours. How long till we get there?” I opened and closed the empty glove box for the umpteenth time, then took Marin’s tentacle to play with. They were my favourite fidget toy—stroking the smooth, pleasant top and pressing my fingers into the suckers gave me endless entertainment.
“We’d already be there if we hadn’t stopped for coffee every hour.” He poked my chin with the end of the appendage I was holding.
“I need my sustenance.” Before the first stop, I’d been complaining that I had to pee so bad that Marin threatened to turn it into desperation play. Since then, I’d told him I wanted more coffee.
Marin patted my knee with his tentacle and I grabbed it and hugged it to my chest, keeping it there since he was using his hands to drive anyway.
“We’re almost there.” Marin took an exit and reduced his speed significantly.
“Then why are you slowing down? The guy at the rental place told us we got new winter tires.”
“That car probably has great tires too.” Marin pointed to an SUV on the side of the road, its front bumper parked in the highway bar.
“Okay, okay.” I sat back, and soon, a massive, modern building spread before us, with glass panels and a wide entrance. If not for the sign, I wouldn’t have guessed what it was.
“A hospital? Looks like something out of Minecraft.” I leaned towards the window to see it better.
