Page 37 of A Siren Song for Christmas

Trent moaned and looked down. Malachi sucked, his cheeks hollowing as his head bobbed. Trent’s cock, glistening with spit, slid in and out from between Malachi’s lips. The tentacle wrapped around the base of his member, squeezed rhythmically.

Trent had never seen a more arousing sight in his life. He strained against the tentacles holding him, more to feel them restrain him than because he wanted to move. For a second, he wished Malachi’s tentacles held his torso, waist, wrists, and arms too, so he could be completely immobilised and under Malachi’s control.

“Malachi!” He cried out as his gut clenched and the pleasure curled inside him.

He closed his eyes, unable to keep them open a second longer. Tentacles caressed his chest, throat, and cheeks. Suckers attached to and tugged on his skin.

And all the while, his dick kept sliding in and out of Malachi’s warm mouth.

“I’m going to… I’m going to…”

The tentacle gripping the base of his dick released, and Malachi swallowed him down, sucking hard. Trent’s dick hit the back of his throat.

Trent sobbed. His balls drew in tight.

His body jerked as his ecstasy peaked. For a second, he teetered on the brink, every muscle in his body taut and straining. His mouth opened on a silent scream.

Then he shouted as the pleasure rushed through his veins. His body convulsed. His cock spilled in Malachi’s throat.

After a moment, he collapsed onto the bed. His heart thudded in his ears. Hands slid up his thighs. The tentacles unravelled from around his legs. The appendages glided against his skin, soothing now instead of arousing.

Trent opened his eyes. Malachi leaned over him, smiling. He was still between Trent’s spread thighs. “How was that?” He cupped Trent’s cheek.

Trent nuzzled and kissed his palm. “Amazing. More than amazing,” he said, voice hoarse. Then his gaze travelled down Malachi’s naked form.

His breath caught at the sight of Malachi’s cock. It was far longer than his own. And although he wasn’t very experienced, he assumed it was longer than most humans’. The bulbous head was flushed a dark purple. The colour shifted gradually along the length and was a dark blue at the base.

It visibly pulsed. Perhaps in time with Malachi’s heartbeat. Without thinking, Trent reached for it. He wrapped his fingers around the length. He felt the weight of it in his hand. Trent glanced at Malachi’s face. The siren watched Trent, eyes filled with hunger.

Trent squeezed. Malachi groaned, eyelids fluttering. Trent looked to the dick in his hand. It felt similar to his own cock. But different. It gave more when he squeezed it. It felt damper.

How would this feel inside me?

At the mere thought, Trent’s cock surprisingly started to fill again.

Tentatively, he stroked.

Malachi moaned. “That’s good. Just like that.”

Encouraged, Trent tightened his grip as he slid his fingers from base to tip.

“Yes,” Malachi hissed.

Trent stroked, gaining confidence at the sounds of pleasure Malachi made. Silvery pre-cum dripped from the tip onto Trent’s stomach. Trent’s hand moved, up and down, up and down.

I’m doing this. I’m making his cock leak. I’m making Malachi moan. And I’m going to make him come!

He quickened his pace, desperate to watch Malachi spill his seed on him.

Trent wanted that. He wanted Malachi’s spend on his skin, on his cock, and on his balls. Just the thought made him squirm and his dick fill even more.

Trent angled Malachi’s cock so it aimed at his own. More pre-cum fell, landing directly on his own length. Trent tightened his grip, jerking Malachi faster.

Malachi groaned. “That’s it.” His body tensed. “I’m close.”

Then, in his hand, Malachi’s dick swelled impossibly large. Trent’s eyes widened.

Then Malachi’s head snapped back. He cried out. Hot seed shot from the tip of his dick. Warm spurts hit Trent’s dick, groin, and balls. Trent groaned.