Chapter Twelve

Marin

“ S hit. You weren’t supposed to see them. I haven’t shown these to anyone.” I approached him, careful not to touch him.

He looked at me with eyes full of questions; his thick brows furrowed. “I don’t want to sound like I’m full of myself, but… is this me?” He pointed to the first painting.

I swallowed, fighting the urge to look away. “Yeah. That’s why I couldn’t show them to anyone.”

His eyes filled with tears. “They’re gorgeous.”

“But private. Intimate.” I touched his shoulder and he covered my hand with his, keeping it there.

“Yeah. All art is like that when it comes from the heart. That’s the best part.”

“I’m sorry I painted you like this, I’ve been unable to create anything else.” I took sheets off several other paintings, all including Kert front and center. The newest ones with his horns longer, like he looked in video chats lately. “They remind me of you, and showing them to anyone—much less selling them—didn’t feel right.”

Kert sighed, pursing his lips. “So this is why you didn’t submit any art to galleries? Didn’t show anything to DeeDee?”

“Yeah.” I wrapped my tentacles around my waist, but Kert took one and hugged it to his chest.

“Oh, my beautiful Marin. I have something to tell you too, but first, I need this.” He knelt in front of me and tugged at my waistband. “Gimme.”

A wave of relief hit me like an ocean wave in the summer. Comforting and freeing. Followed by intense arousal.

Kert kneeling at my feet, looking up at me with hunger and asking for my cocks was the picture of perfection.

“Bossy little brat.” My voice came out low, laced with lust.

He nuzzled the bulge in my sweatpants. “I need your cock right now, or I’ll perish amongst the art depicting my hairy bare ass.”

I chuckled. “Bossy and dramatic.” With quick moves, I shoved my sweats down along with my boxers and pulled my sleeveless tank over my head, leaving it all in a heap.

Kert was watching me with a hungry expression, even though he’d seen me naked so many times already. “I’ll never get enough of looking at your cocks. Will you let me suck them? Will you fuck me with them?”

“You can suck.” I traced his jawline with my knuckles. “But your ass can take one at a time only.”

“You’ve been focusing on me, and I love it, but are you satisfied?” He licked the pre-cum from the tip of my upper cock.

His question took me aback. I’d been so used to sex at a BDSM club and fooling around with submissive friends that I fell into the dominant role with ease and never looked back. No one had ever asked me to focus more on myself.

“Very. Bringing you pleasure is my ultimate goal when you’re naked for me.”

“Well then, I want your cocks too. If I give you good head, will you finally fuck me with them?” He caressed my thighs, then the vee at my hips with his fingertips.

“One of them.” I sent my tentacles to roam over his shoulders, tugging on his crop top.

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah. You know I heal quicker than full-blooded humans and my skin and muscles are stretchy. You can pound me to oblivion and I’ll be good to fuck the next day.”

“Then I’ll have to fuck you so well you won’t want to do anything but sleep the next day.”

“Mmhmm. Prove it.” He thrust his chin up.

“Get naked first.”

The speed with which he wriggled out of his tight jeans was impressive, and soon his crop top and socks joined my pile of clothes. When he returned to his knees, he parted his thighs and linked his hands behind his back.

The piercings in his nipples, belly button, and cock were an erotic addition to the absolute perfection that was Kert’s body. The crimson shade of his skin and black dusting of hair were made to taunt me.

“You’re a work of art, Kert. The entirety of you.” I brushed his hair off his horns.

He moaned, his eyes fluttering closed. I stroked the horn again and did the same with the other.

He leaned into my touch. “They’re sensitive.”

I fucking loved that. “Have you ever came from them being stimulated?”

“No.” He pouted.

“Not yet,” I said, already weaving a plan.

A mischievous smile graced his lips. The fucker knew how to play me and I was there for it.

I let go of his horns and patted his cheek. He parted his lips, and I slid my top cock into his eager mouth. He looked up at me with eyes like the darkest depths of the ocean that I loved to admire for hours.

I reached behind his back with my tentacle where he linked his hands together and pulled on his wrist. Guiding his hand to my bottom cock, I secreted slime on it.

“Give it some love.” I thrust deeper into his mouth.

Kert moaned around the shaft and jerked the cock underneath it with his slicked hand. This was why I hadn’t let him play with my cocks. The little devil was so good, I was ready to blow in seconds. But I hadn’t spent years training to control myself to let go now, even if my refractory period was mere minutes long. I wanted him to work for it.

Tears welled in Kert’s eyes at his attempt to fit the length of my cock in his throat, but he kept going, breathing through his nose.

I held him by the horns with my hands, guiding my cock out slowly, then back in deeper. When my pubic bone touched his nose, he moaned in triumph and leaked pre-cum from his dick onto the floor panels.

As a reward, I stroked his horns and wrapped a tentacle around his cock, sending another one to slick his hole and ease in just the tip.

He swallowed around the head of my cock and looked up at me.

“My greedy little devil.” I could edge myself using his mouth for hours. Maybe if we’d had more time together, I would lock us both in the apartment for days and play a game of who can hold on the longest while being stimulated all the time.

He closed his eyes, letting the tears roll down his cheeks, his hand working my lower cock with a tight grip. The salty droplets on his face called to me like the song of the ocean, so I touched one drop with a finger and tasted it. I needed more of Kert’s sex tears.

I pulled him off me by the horns, my cock slipping out on a wet squelch.

Kert gasped in air, then chased my dick with his mouth.

“Keep that up and I’ll come all over your face.”

“Please.” He flicked his forked tongue, catching a droplet of my pre-cum. Sneaky fucker.

“Not yet.” I let go of his cock, and he whimpered his displeasure.

I scooped him up and carried him towards the bedroom like a thief absconding with a diamond necklace. Kert let out a giggle and linked his hands at my nape. With a growl of need, I tumbled us both to the mattress and covered Kert’s body with mine.

He was grinning, sucking on his lip piercing as if he hadn’t seduced me already.

All three of my hearts raced at the sight, pumping blood to my cocks and brain so I wouldn’t lose my head. Because I was close. So fucking close to saying the words that had no place between us. Not when Kert was leaving soon. Not when I was supposed to learn to live without him in my bed.

To quiet my mind, I pushed his thighs to his chest and licked over his pucker. It contracted under my ministrations, so I pushed my tongue in, burying my face in his scent. Kert arched, but I sent my tentacles to pin him down by the wrist and over his chest.

Fucking hell, I was addicted.

Pulling away, I slicked my bottom cock with my slime and sunk into Kert. He released a loud cry when his body accepted my dick halfway, his ring of muscle stretching.

“Mine. You’re mine, Kert.” My cephalopod instincts were in sync with my human nature, my entire being agreeing that Kert was special.

“Yes. Please fuck me. Mark me. Ruin me.” Kert rolled his hips, squeezing around my shaft.

Focusing on my body, I curved my cock up, tagging his prostate.

“I love when you beg.” And I will give you anything you ask for.

I held his hands above his head with one tentacle and stroked his horn with another, all the while thrusting into his ass.

Kert moaned, gripping my tentacle with his hands. “I can take both of your cocks.”

“No.” I slid all the way into him with my bottom dick as my top one glided along Kert’s erection.

“Try me.” He rolled his hips. “Come on.”

The devilish brat was giving me ideas, but I had to be careful. “I’ll meet you halfway.” I lifted my lower right tentacle up, then dove it between his cheeks. With a fresh dose of slime, I wiggled the slim tip in next to my cock. Fuck, it was tight, but not dangerously so. He’d been right about his flexibility. Of course he’d know his body well, but I wanted to learn it step by step too.

“Ah, yes! More!” Kert’s thighs trembled.

“Ask nicely.” My low rumble gave away how close to release I was.

“Please, Marin. Wreck my hole!”

I pushed only a fraction more, but sent pulsations through my tentacle that echoed through my cock as it pressed on his prostate.

Looking for signs of Kert being overwhelmed the way he liked, I took stock of his body. Despite his trembling legs, clenching hole, and white-knuckled grip, his gaze was focused on me.

I wrapped my tentacle about both our cocks and pulsed rhythmically, coaxing pre-cum from each of them. Flicking the piercing with another tentacle, I spread a dollop of my slime on the head, thankful for its disinfectant properties.

The slit was parted around the hoop ring, and I tested it with the tip of my tentacle before dipping it in. “Look at your tiny hole opening for me.”

“Yes!” Kert panted, but kept his hips still. “Please.”

I slid further in, the slimmest part making its way into Kert’s urethra. “Show me those delicious tears.” Tagging his prostate through his ass was one thing, but I was on a quest to do so through his dick too.

When I reached it, Kert’s eyes rolled back and he released a wail of pleasure. I moved my tentacle in his cock gently and slowed the rhythm of my hips. With his ass and cock stuffed, he thrashed his head on the pillow, mewling my name.

Tears streaked down his cheeks and his body strained. I held him down with my hand on his chest while my tentacles and cock took good care of his holes.

“That’s it. You’re close.”

On a slow, steady move, I pulled my tentacle out of his cock, leaving a streak of lubricant. With my other tentacle, I tightened the hold on both our dicks and sent pulses through it.

“Come for me, Kert.”

He met my gaze with his unfocused one as he yelled out his release. His cock shot cum high, which splashed on his chest as his ass squeezed the cock and tentacle still inside him.

The sight of Kert coming undone sent me over the edge, and the spurts of cum from my upper cock joined his while I pumped my release into his ass with my lower dick.

Roaring with pleasure, I was filling him and marking him at once.

When his voice turned hoarse and his wails became tiny whimpers, I loosened my hold on his limbs.

I pulled my cock and tentacle out of him, watching my cum drip out of his used hole. I traced my finger over the swollen rim, then leaned over to lick our cum off his chest. The mixed flavors burst on my tongue and I moaned my way kissing up to Kert’s nipples, then his lips.

He cupped my face and kissed me lazily, his wicked tongue stealing our joined taste from me. Having Kert like this, eager, unabashed, and completely mine for the moment, was worth any future heartbreak.

Because I knew one was on its way.