Page 46 of A Siren Song for Christmas

Trent groaned, and Malachi took that for a yes.

“Anything else you imagined them doing?” he asked as he continued to tease and torture Trent with the tentacles in question.

“I…” Trent trailed off.

“What?” Malachi leaned closer. His fingers touched Trent’s jawline. “You can tell me anything, my sweet.”

“I thought about your tentacles inside me.” Trent’s voice cracked.

Malachi smiled wickedly. Trent might lack experience, but he did not lack imagination. “Inside you?”

He slid a tentacle to Trent’s lower back. He paused with the tip above the hem of his trousers, then slithered it beneath the fabric and down his crease.

Trent cried out, eyes squeezing shut.

“You want my tentacles inside you, is that right?”

Trent nodded. Malachi could feel the tension radiating from the human’s tightly coiled body.

“You want my tentacle fucking you?” His tentacle approached Trent’s hole.

“Yes!” Pre-cum spurted from the tip of his dick as he continued to stroke himself.

Trent was close. Malachi could scent it. His arousal hung thickly in the air. Malachi’s tongue flicked the air to taste it.

“Well, that can be arranged.” Then he pressed his tentacle against the tight ring of muscle, teasing it.

A sob escaped Trent. Malachi pressed kisses against his cheek before licking his salty skin with hints of sugar and spice.

Malachi probed Trent’s entrance with his tentacle. Trent’s mouth fell open. His hand moved faster still, the rhythm erratic.

And Malachi slipped the tentacle inside Trent, just the tip.

Trent’s head flung back, spine arching. He cried out. Malachi captured Trent’s mouth and shout of pleasure in a fierce kiss. One of Trent’s hands kept moving on his dick. The other clutched at Malachi’s shoulder, fingers clenching as he spent between them.

After a moment, Trent began to sag forward. Malachi softened the kiss.

Trent pulled back, gasping for air. He swayed slightly. But Malachi’s hands and tentacles had him, Malachi stroking him with gentle touches as Trent’s pleasure subsided.

Trent smiled, a slow and languid smile. Then his gaze fell to Malachi’s lap. “What about you?” His hands reached for Malachi’s cock. His fingers brushed the buttons over the straining fabric.

“Want to try sucking cock?”

Trent fell off his lap in his desperation to get on his knees before Malachi. Thankfully, Malachi’s hands and tentacles gentled the fall. Trent placed his hands on Malachi’s thighs, gaze fixed on Malachi’s groin. He licked his lips.

So eager. So desperate.

Malachi undid his buttons before drawing himself out. Trent leaned forward, his eyes flicking between the hard length and Malachi’s face.

Malachi slid his fingers through Trent’s hair, guiding him forward until his wet breath brushed Malachi’s throbbing length.

“Lick me. Taste me,” Malachi said. “Explore my dick with your tongue.”

Trent stuck his tongue out. He licked the tip.

Malachi groaned. Trent slid his tongue up and down Malachi’s length before swirling it around the head.

“That’s it.”