Stellan pulls me out of my musing with a hand on my lower back. I was playing with the silver ring on my finger. “Shower and bed?” he asks. We’re standing in our dimly-lit living room.
I nod.
Vex bid us good night before disappearing into her room, where she’ll connect to her long range transmitter and talk with Beet. They have created their little virtual world where none of us can follow, but we’re so happy for them. When we are all gone, at least they’ll have each other.
Alastair is already getting rid of his bloody clothes, revealing the expanse of his muscular back, before throwing them in the trash. He goes through clothes faster than a toddler.
A new bathroom was part of the upgrade of the apartment, and the shower can now fit the three of us. Griffin helped us build a new filtration system, allowing the Market to re-use gray water for longer, but we still like to shower together to save water.
We soap each other’s bodies, and it takes no time for us to get horny, exhaustion be damned.
Before I can look for a towel to dry myself off, Alastair hoists me over his shoulder, naked. I yelp as he smacks my ass. “To bed, now,” he says. “I want you both to ride me tonight.”
Stellan opens his mouth to argue, but Alastair spanks him too as he walks by. Stellan likes to play hard to get, but we know he’s become a slut for the King’s tentacles.
It took us months to become experts in the logistics, but we’re now quite proficient in the art of threesomes. We each have our favorite positions, and Alastair really enjoys having us both writhe and moan on his cock and appendages.
He throws me on the bed. But before he has time to look for the lube, Stellan is already brandishing it.The eager slut that he is, I think, smiling. He pushes Alastair with a hand to the chest until he falls on the bed by my side.
Alastair smiles and puts his hands behind his head, muscular arms flexing. “I’m all yours.”
But Stellan turns his attention to me instead. He crawls over me, all predatory intent, and we kiss languidly. I moan as I feel his hand, slippery with lube, slide between my legs. I spread them to give him better access and his fingers stretch me. He takes his time, relishing the sounds I make. If I was a fiddle, he would play me like a virtuoso.
We both share glances with Alastair, who’s raised his head up on one hand to watch us pleasure each other. A muscle feathers in his jaw. His dark tentacles, unlike the rest of him, are evidently restless. They snake around his massive cock, eager to find a target. My breath hitch, thinking about them replacing Stellan’s fingers.
Stellan’s teeth graze my nipple, and I moan. I look at him and pull him into another kiss. Fuck, I can never get enough of this man.
There’s the sound of a cap coming off, and we both turn to find Alastair oiling his cock. He massages it with slow strokes, pulling the skin down and revealing the engorged head. I lick my lips. Stellan’s fingers dive deeper, hitting my prostate, and I arch up off the bed.
“Come here,” Alastair growls, reaching for us.
Stellan grins. I’ll never tire of seeing him so at ease—so happy—with Alastair around. We were both happy before, but wedidn’t know we were still missing a piece of the puzzle. Alastair fit right in, and now we can’t imagine a world where he’s not a part ofus.
Stellan lets Alastair pull him over his lap, then me. We both straddle him, facing each other. Stellan has his back to the King.
We pour more oil on Alastair’s cock, then Stellan holds me by the waist as I slowly lower myself on it.
“Fuck you’re really big… my king…” I say. My eyes rolling back as I feel his tip breach the ring of muscle.
Stellan is sucking on my neck, his blunt nails digging into my skin. My legs are shaking, but I hold fast, allowing a slow descent on Alastair’s massive dick. His tentacles dance between us, latching on our cocks eagerly. Stellan groans and pours more oil on them, knowing where they’ll end up soon. His chest rubs against mine as he leans forward to widen his stance. Alastair’s tentacles slide lower, seeking his hole to stretch him out. He closes his eyes as they enter him, pleasure melting away his perpetual frown.
These tentacles are the best, I think to myself. Nothing compares to the way they feel soft and yet hard inside you. The way they perfectly stretch and undulate to find all the right buttons to push to make you lose your mind.
My body settles comfortably around Alastair’s cock, and I can finally move. Stellan is watching me, riveted.
“Fuck, yes…” Alastair growls. “You feel amazing, Perri. Keep going. And the view from here…”
I bet it is. I never get tired of watching his tentacles fuck Stellan. Today, I won’t get to see it from this position, but I have no complaint. Not when I can see his face instead, so close to mine. Stellan’s abandon is a work of art. His cheeks are flushed and his blue eyes are half-lidded. His lips are parted and his tongue is peeking out.
I gather him in my arms, until our bodies are glued together and our foreheads touching. Then as one, we begin to ride Alastair.
Yes… Yes…This might be one of my favorite positions, too.
Our cocks are touching between our bodies, the friction just enough to make us beg for more with incoherent words. Alastair answers our plea. He grabs Stellan’s hair from behind, pulling his head back and gets a hold of his arm with the other. He begins thrusting up, pounding into the both of us with his cock and tentacles. Stellan’s arms around me are the only reason why I’m not falling off Alastair’s lap.
Our moans echo in the room, over the slap of flesh on flesh. I bury my face in Stellan’s neck and lick the curve of his throat.
Alastair pounds into us relentlessly. “Look at you both…” he growls. “So perfect and mine…”
