The two tentacles, usually tightly wrapped around my cock, have now acquired a mind of their own as they extend to pull Perri closer to me.
“Lube,” I say. I’m not small by any standard.
Perri fumbles with the sheets before finding the glass bottle containing the oil and handing it to me. I pour a generous amount on his taint and my right tentacle, making sure it’s slippery, before letting it stretch him.
“Oh fuck fuck fuck…” he moans. “So much better than fingers…”
I chuckle and angle my hips to get closer. My tentacles are full of nerve endings, and I can feel his warmth and tightness, even if the center of my pleasure still resides in my cock. It rests on top of his lower back, hard and veiny, patiently waiting.
Perri sobs as my tentacle reaches deep, hitting his prostate. I pour lube on the second one and it enters him, too. With my enhanced vision, the darkness in the camper doesn’t prevent me from seeing Perri’s ring of muscle stretching to accommodate them.
“Hmm look at you, taking me just right,” I say.
Perri can’t form words anymore, and just moans and sobs, hands fisting the sheets on the bed.
“Are you ready for more?” I ask.
“Yes! Yeeeeeees…”
“Good, because I really need to fuck you.”
He whimpers as my tentacles pull out, slippery with oil, and I guide the tip of my cock to his entrance and thrust slowly. I meet no resistance and bottom out on the first try. Stellan stretched him well for me earlier. Just thinking about his cock being inside Perri just hours ago threatens to make me come already.
I pull Perri up into my arms, his back to my chest, and say in his ear, “I was so worried about you, it almost sent me into a rage. When I smelled your blood in the dirt… The only thing that kept me sane was having Stellan with me. He was losing it, too, and he needed someone to do the same for him.”
“Thank… thank you…” He kisses me wetly. “Thank you, my king.”
I growl. “Stay with us from now on.”
Us. How I wish there was anus.
“Yes… yes… I promise…”
Perri shouts as I push him back on the bed and I place a hand over his nape. I hold him down as I pound into him. I wish we could take our time—that I could make love to him and not just fuck him like a beast—but I can’t control myself, not when I spent the night with blue balls, listening to them having sex in my bed.
I have him now, under me, and I wish I could crawl under his skin. Short of that happening, fucking will have to do. I’ll fill him up with my cum, mix my scent with theirs, so that I’ll be able to smell myself on him for the days to come. Some of my scent might even rub off on Stellan, if I’m lucky. I want to mark him as much as I want to mark Perri, but I’m not sure he’ll let me.
And yet hope is a tenacious little thing.
Perri chokes on his moans as I fuck him into the mattress. My tentacles wrap around his cock of their own accord, tightening around his erection possessively. He’s coming on the bed in a matter of seconds, crying my name. His scent is headier than before—addictive and sweet.
I speed up, chasing my own orgasm.
I look up sharply when I hear a faint noise. Stellan is standing in the dark outside the camper, holding firewood in his arms. He must have grabbed it to have an excuse to come closer—for it was an excuse, undeniably, as he’s staring at us having sex, transfixed.
I hold his gaze and lick my lips as I keep on fucking Perri. He knows I’m watching him, too, he can see my pale eyes glow in the dark.
This is what you’re missing out on, I say without words.If only you weren’t so scared to join. Stellan’s smell reaches me in the breeze. His arousal is in the air, too.I see you, I think.Now see me.
I let out a deep moan as I come deep inside Perri, my hips snapping back and forth. Perri has lost his voice, but he’s holding my hand, the one on his waist. My orgasm is mind-numbing, and I blink feverishly. From one blink to the next, Stellan has disappeared. He ran away.
Scared of your own desires?I want to shout at him.
Perri whimpers, and I gather him in my arms. He’s pliant and soft, well-fucked by the both of us tonight. I lick the sweat off the back of his neck.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I couldn’t hold back,” I say.
“Don’t be sorry,” he mumbles. “That was fucking amazing… let me sleep a little, and we can go again…”
