Page 26 of My Brother's Alien Match
I was sure Luno could dance circles around me and the entire cherry blossom ball, but I wasn’t much of a dancer, and he didn’t seem to mind. Why would he? He had his Sul in his arms.
I shook my head.
“I didn’t expect this,” I said.
“You didn’t think I would come for you?” Luno asked. “After everything I told you?”
I shrugged helplessly, melting at the feeling of his tentacles rubbing gentle circles on my back.
“I thought you would at least be tempted by Taylor.”
He bent down, pressing his forehead to mine.
“After losing my life twice without my Sul, did you really think I would choose someone else so easily?”
“You…wait. What?”
“The Mayara expire without their Suls. Life is too painful without them. Of course, we cannot rest without them either, so we return to life and the cycle continues.”
I stared at him, my eyes wide and he took the opportunity to press his lips to mine.
“I mean it when I say Robin, that I cannot live without you. Nor would I want to.”
A shoulder bumped mine. I tore my gaze from Luno’s, surprised to see Taylor dancing with his arms around Neil’s neck. I’d forgotten about that part.
“I guess things worked out with Neil?” I asked.
They both chuckled.
“Looks like it did,” Taylor said, and they exchanged one of those sickeningly sweet looks that used to make me ache with jealousy. I looked up at Luno, meeting his loving gaze, and my heart swelled with the knowledge that those days were behind me.
“So… when did this happen?” Taylor asked.
“An eternity ago,” Luno answered. “And we will have each other for that much longer.”
EPILOGUE
Luno
I rubbed both of Robin’s nipples with insistent tentacles, pinching and pulling until they were swollen and red and he was making those sounds that went straight to my heart. He was so sweet, and his noises were too.
Putting him into positions I knew he hadn’t experienced was now my favorite thing to do. Right now, he was hanging upside down off the edge of the bed, his legs spread around my waist, his head and shoulders cradled in my tentacles so that he would feel no discomfort while I made love to him.
I pressed one tentacle against his lips, and they parted at once, his tongue sliding wetly against my limb just as I pushed it into his mouth.
I let out a shuddering breath because being connected to him, inside him, one with him, in any way felt so good I could barely stand it.
I rolled two tentacles inside him, their softly ridged side persistently rotating against his prostate until come seeped from his cock in rivulets. He was so far gone now that his eyes rolled back, and drool slipped from the corners of his mouth, still tight around the tentacle I had rubbing the roof of his mouth.
“Robin,” I moaned. “So beautiful when you come undone for me.”
He didn’t respond. I did not know if he could even hear me anymore and I wanted to ascend with him, for that was what it felt like when we came apart clinging to each other.
His come was still leaking as I withdrew my tentacles from his tight hole and replaced it with my heavy cock.
I swayed forward, implanting the narrow tip into him and then undulating the member to go as deeply as his body would allow.
In one week, he could already open more than before.
