Page 56 of A Siren Song for Christmas

He needed to be properly fucked!

But the tentacles kept him locked in place. He hung immobile. Trent was completely under Malachi’s control.

And he fucking loved it.

Malachi slid his hands up Trent’s thighs. He gripped Trent’s arse cheeks and tugged them open. He groaned. “You look perfect stretched around my cock.”

Trent’s limbs strained against the tentacles. “Please,” Trent whispered. “Please fuck me.” He’d been so close to climax a minute ago!

“As you wish.” Glacially slowly, Malachi withdrew his cock. Then he held still.

Trent stopped breathing.

Then Malachi surged forward. Trent’s mouth fell, and he moaned. Malachi’s dick slid in and out of Trent’s body in a slow rhythm.

“Yes,” Trent whimpered. Still, it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. He needed faster. Harder. He needed to be pushed to the brink. He needed to come.

“Malachi!”

“Yes, my sweet,” Malachi said, voice breathy as he continued his agonisingly slow and steady rhythm.

“I need more!”

“More what?” Trent could hear the amusement dancing in Malachi’s lyrical voice.

“Faster! Harder!”

Instead Malachi paused. Then he dragged his cock backwards, leaving Trent’s channel almost empty. He stopped when just the tip remained inside.

“Malachi!” he sobbed in protest. He struggled against the tentacles. “Please!”

Then Malachi slammed forward, jolting Trent.

Trent cried out.

“Is this what you want?” Malachi pounded into him. Hard and fast and rough. He shoved forward into Trent, over and over, his prick claiming Trent’s body.

Trent keened. He writhed as much as he could. The tentacles sucked and squeezed his arms, legs, and torso. And Malachi just kept thrusting. Just kept fucking. He shifted slightly, and his dick nailed Trent’s prostate.

Trent shouted. His whole body tingled. Sweat dripped down his skin. His body tensed as he crept closer to bliss.

Malachi’s fingers dug into Trent’s hips. He gasped as he snapped his hips. The sounds of their heavy breathing, the slaps of their bodies, and his own heartbeat filled Trent’s ears.

The tip of a tentacle slid along his balls, caressing them. The cups sucked at skin.

He squeezed his eyes shut. His fingers dug into the sheets as he teetered on the brink. The tentacle slithered onwards. Trent held his breath as it wrapped around his cock. It tugged and stroked him.

Trent screamed. His dick jerked, body spasming as pleasure exploded inside him and surged through his limbs.

Malachi cried out as he shoved into Trent, rhythm erratic now.

Once. Twice. Three more times he thrust. Then he held still as his dick swelled, buried deep inside Trent. He shuddered, filling Trent’s hole with his warm cum.

They held completely still, locked together. After a moment, Malachi withdrew. Slowly the tentacles lowered Trent onto the bed. They unravelled, and Trent lay flat on his face, breathing heavily as Malachi’s spend dribbled from his hole.

The bed creaked as Malachi stood. His feet shuffled as he moved around. Trent closed his eyes as his breathing returned to normal.

A damp cloth pressed against the base of his foot. Trent sighed. Malachi wiped his feet, legs, back, neck, arms, and hands, before finally wiping between his arse cheeks.