Chapter Twenty-Five

Merihem

He continued to process that he was going to be a daddy days later as he finished banishing a demon, in several bits, from the realm. One he’d almost felt some sympathy for until the stupid ass decided to maim Merihem and got in a sly slice that he’d have to heal before he went to collect Peni. Merihem wasn’t sure if his blissful one’s hormones were catching. That was the second time he’d gotten caught out, something that had never happened before to him.

He released a sigh and wiped the blood down the leg of his sweats. The compromise he had gone for, when Peni was adamant about even doing his job in his realm, pants were a necessity. Merihem found a shop that had soft cotton sweats in his size and bought their entire stock. Killing could be a messy business when they got distracted.

I didn’t get distracted. His demon half scoffed at that by making a rude noise.

Make sure you clean up properly, Merihem reminded his demon half.

You’re worse than a hen fussing over her chicks.

There was no answer to that when Merihem did his best to never make Peni feel worked up. So he fussed. So what?

His demon side rolled his eyes, and then they were in the forest.

“What happened,” Peni screeched. He was up and out of the seat where he’d been perched in the sunshine in a second.

See!

Merihem worked his magic, only Peni was faster. He grabbed at the arm where the long bleeding slice was. “Who did this to you?” he demanded. “Take us home. I need to take care of this. You could have all manner of germs in it. And you were just gonna flick your fingers or whatever without cleaning it!”

You did this on purpose! Merihem felt his demon's satisfaction at Peni’s loving attention.

It was his turn to roll his eyes as they gave a wave to Silas who was sitting on Dakata’s lap, both of them giving Peni indulgent glances before Merihem did as Peni requested.

At home, in their bedroom, his demon side receded. Peni dragged him into the bathroom, his little nose wrinkled as he eyed the bloody sweats. “Off, they need to come off. And you need a shower.” He glanced at the shower stall, then back at Merihem, his brows tugging together. “I’m gonna have to come in with you.”

Really!

Merihem nodded and flicked his fingers to save time getting rid of both their clothes. Peni was getting bolder at the touching, but as yet they’d not ventured beyond the bed when playing the skin-touching game. Since Peni had discovered he was pregnant, he definitely had enjoyed touching Merihem much more when naked.

When Peni looked at his naked body, his gaze remained on the part of him that was showing interest in what was happening. Merihem never pushed, but he did put out the occasional wish Peni would feel relaxed and try something new. Wet in the shower had lots of possibilities.

One more flick and the shower started drawing Peni’s attention to the glass. “Washing… I’m washing you.”

Merihem bit his lip at how his blissful one was more talking to himself—like it was a pep talk—than him. He let Peni guide him under the warm water and waited to see what came next.

The height difference made it impossible for Peni to kiss him, but he looked at Merihem’s lips with intent as he took hold of his injured arm and washed it without once looking at it.

“Does it hurt?”

Merihem blinked the water out of his eyes and had to get his head in the game. “No.” He was talking about his arm and not his dick. That hurt for sure with the hungry stare Peni was sizing him up with.

“Good.” Little fingers ran over the cut delicately while his other hand held it under the spray. Yet still, Peni kept returning his focus elsewhere, making the ache in his balls increase. His cock stood fully erect, like a sword ready for battle.

Each gentle stroke was somehow connected to touching another part of him, and Merihem was back to biting his lip to hold back the moan and the urge to thrust his cock, knowing it would brush Peni’s lower chest.

“I think I need to wash all of you… just to make sure you’re clean.” Peni looked at the tiled floor. “You’ll need to sit for me.”

It was probably for the best because Merihem wasn’t sure how much longer his legs could continue to hold him with how they shook. With a little manipulation, he sat on the hard, wet tiles, with Peni standing between his outstretched legs. Peni twisted around, presenting his delectable ass to Merihem as he grabbed the shower gel off the low shelf Merihem had fitted for him. Merihem shut his eyes, only he could recall vividly the ass flexing in his face as liquid trickled over his thighs.

Moments later, sparks set off an explosion inside him, a kaleidoscope of color formed in front of his eyes at the fingers working up his legs from his feet. He breathed in his blissful one’s sweet scent, and his eyes opened and hooded at the sight of him.

The urge to lean in and taste made him shake as he resisted. Instead, he carefully stroked a fingertip down the swell of Peni’s buttock.

The little ass tilted up a fraction. Was that an invitation? With his attention fully on Peni, he did it again, watching closely. Yes, it was a definite hip tilt towards him. The hands on his legs stopped moving as Merihem got a little bolder. He ran his fingertip down the crease of Peni’s backside as his blissful one bent a little further forward. When Merihem reached Peni’s hole, he swirled the pad of his finger over the rosebud.

Peni rested his hands fully on Merihem’s thighs and groaned. His hole fluttered against his finger. Keeping the strokes slow and gentle, Merihem opened himself fully to Peni’s emotions.

Wonder. Need. A little flustered at his own boldness. All were good, so Merihem continued to venture from his hole down his taint. He cupped his balls in his free hand and moved his finger out of the way of his questing tongue.

“N-no. Don’t stop… ugh…” he cried just as the tip of Merihem’s tongue touched his rosebud.

Sweetness and a flavor that was all Peni exploded over his tongue, and it was only the desire to please that kept him from devouring him.

Wow… a tongue… my ass… sensitive… more… gods… more.

Peni’s thoughts, although scattered, Merihem got the drift. He cupped Peni’s hips and lifted him onto his tongue when something came through loud and clear.

Deeper…

Pleaseeee…

Make it go deeper…

When he pushed the tip of his tongue, funneling it in slowly, then easing out before repeating the motion, Peni mewled and bucked into his face.

Taking direction from Peni, whether he was conscious of what he was doing, Merihem was ready to bust a nut. The second Peni’s ass squished his tongue, the musky flavor filling his senses, Merihem’s untouched cock exploded. He groaned and shuddered but never let go of his treat until Peni went lax in his arms. The scent of cum was strong in the shower's warmth.

He licked his lips as he rested Peni in his lap, cradling him to avoid the direct spray of water. He rested his head on Merihem’s shoulder, peeking up at him shyly, melting his heart.

He kissed him, unable to resist. “Was that okay?” he murmured against his lips nervously.

Peni’s cheeks flamed. “You have a very talented tongue.” The cheeky grin he was giving Merihem made his spent cock twitch. “It’s wasteful to not use such a talent, don’t you think?”

Merihem’s chuckles bounced off the glass in his delight. Nose to nose, he grinned. “Absolutely. And you know what they say about practicing?”

“What’s that?” His smile matched Merihem’s.

“Practice makes one perfect.”

Giggles erupted from Peni. “Any more perfect and I might not get any cleaning done…” he glanced at the glass walls and sighed. “With all this glass, that would not be a good thing.”

Back to chuckling, Merihem’s smile was all teeth. “I’m sure we can find a replacement that won’t get water spots on it.” To keep that smile on his blissful one’s face, Merihem would even clean it himself!

His demon was laughing his ass off.