Page 55 of A Siren Song for Christmas

“Please,” Trent whispered. “Please.”

The tentacle pressed inside him.

Trent gasped as the tentacle slid further in. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to relax. He rocked his hips and whimpered as the tentacle stretched him.

“Good boy,” Malachi praised. “Your arsehole opens up so beautifully. You should see how lovely you look with my tentacle buried in your arse.”

Trent’s cock jerked. And still the tentacle crept forward inside him, inch by inch. It wiggled. Trent keened.

Then suddenly it hit something.

“Oh!” Trent’s toes curled, and light burst before his eyes.

The tentacle rubbed back and forth against that magic nub inside him.

“Malachi!” he sobbed.

“You like that?” Malachi asked, voice breathy. “I knew you would.”

There was a rustle behind him. Malachi’s bare thigh pressed against the inside of Trent’s. When had he taken off his drawers?

But before Trent had time to think, the tentacle slid backwards, retreating from his body. Before he could protest, it thrust back in. In and out. In and out. Fucking him. Filling him.

Trent sagged forward, letting the tentacles hold him up as another one plundered his arsehole over and over. Each time, the tip rubbed against that bundle of nerves inside him.

Trent writhed. Sobs and gasps mingled in his throat. His vision blurred.

“You look absolutely exquisite being fucked by my tentacle,” Malachi said. “Are you close?”

Trent made a choking noise. He nodded, unable to speak. The tentacles that bound him and held him squeezed, pulsed, and sucked at his skin.

And all the while, one tentacle unrelentingly fucked him, rubbing inside his channel. With each drag across his prostate, he edged closer to his peak.

“Your arousal is so thick in the air. I can taste it.” Malachi’s fingers traced Trent’s rim where the tentacle plunged him. “This really is a lovely sight.”

Trent whimpered. He squeezed his eyes shut, body tensing. His balls pulled up as he teetered on the edge of ecstasy.

Then the tentacle slid from his body, leaving his hole gapping and empty.

“No!” Trent screamed. “Please!” He struggled and fought against the tentacles. But they wouldn’t budge. “Please! Malachi!”

“Shh.” Malachi stroked a tentacle down his back. “It’s okay.”

Trent looked back. His breath caught at the sight of Malachi naked, dick in hand.

“Remember, you wanted me to fuck you with my cock.” Then Malachi moved in close. His cock pressed against Trent’s entrance.

He thrust.

Chapter

Twenty-Eight

Trent cried out as Malachi buried his cock to the hilt. His prick stretched Trent, filling and pulsing inside him.

Malachi rocked his hips but otherwise held still. “You feel so good. So hot. So tight.”

Trent bit his lip. But he needed more. He tried to push back. Tried to move forward. Tried to move in any way that would cause Malachi’s cock to slide in and out of his body.