Page 25 of Entranced By the Nakken
Tsunis chose that moment to swallow, or so it felt, but there was something inhuman about it, like waves of pressure squeezed his cock from deep in Tsunis’ throat, like the chamber was lined with contracting glands. Gills, maybe?
Casey groaned. He wasn’t going to last. He set to work on Tsunis’ tentacles, sucking, licking, using his fist to gather the bulbous base and encourage it to pulse, elongating the tentacles in his throat. He used his tongue to separate the tentacles in hismouth, laving them as he played, learning what made Tsunis hump his face harder, what made them gargle around his cock.
Tsunis’ magical throat work was going to make him blow. Using his thumbs to peel the seam of their ass apart, with a subtle amount of pressure on their searching hole—the only bit of their downstairs anatomy that appeared to match his own—he hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard.
The rumble of Tsunis’ groan vibrated outward from where their torsos were plastered together, reverberating through their contracting throat muscles and down to their pulsating tentacle shaft lodged in Casey’s throat.
Careful to keep breathing through his nose, Casey felt the flood of Tsunis’ release pulse through their tentacles long before the deluge shot down his throat, headed straight for his stomach.
The fisting waves of pleasure clenching around his cock quickly had Casey following Tsunis over the edge.
When the flow ceased, Casey guided Tsunis off his face. Their tentacles slipped out and lazily recoiled, reforming the smooth surface until there was no trace of them other than the gooey slickness coating Tsunis’ inner thighs.
Tsunis rolled onto their back, moaning, using their fingers to gather any of Casey’s stray cum from their lips to suck it down.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Casey hadn’t meant to say it aloud, but it was true. “You’re amazing.”
Tsunis smiled. It was a wicked, delicious smirk, and when they propped onto an elbow and speared Casey with that look, he fell for them all over again.
“Come here,” Casey whispered, reaching for them.
Tsunis crawled forward until their head lay in the crook of his arm. Casey stroked their long, silver strands. Tsunis reached for his free hand and laced their fingers together over his chest as his heartbeat slowed.
Fuck. He was fucking gone for them. There was no going back.
Chapter Eleven
Tsunis
“Your home sounds incredible.” Casimir’s gentle tone didn’t soften the blow, but the way he petted Tsunis’ arm helped. They were safe here, in his arms. For now. “Are there no humans?”
“Very few.”
There were portals strewn across the known territories, but their whereabouts were confidential, and each elemental territory was cautious about admitting any details surrounding portal activity. Tsunis had heard of humans in other territories used as fodder for the working class, even slavery. The only time they’d heard mention of a human in Glacis—other than brags thrown around by merlings with clearance to portal travel—was during their first year as a transport dragon.
“A comrade of mine, Rainis, returned from transport duty smitten with an interspecies companion. They heavily implied their lover was from this realm.”
“What happened to them?” Casimir’s heart rate increased under their palm.
“The next time I saw Rainis, they were part of a mated pair.” Tsunis’ brows furrowed. “I’m not sure if it was the same secret beloved, but they were adamant they’d soon be parents.”
The silence grew heavy as Tsunis’ thoughts were bombarded with images of Casimir, lower belly rounded with a clutch. If Rainis’ mate truly was human, then it was possible. Tsunis rubbed at a hangnail on their thumb, trying to concentrate harder on the past, to remember their sparse conversations with Rainis.
“Is that something you want?” Casimir’s voice pulled them from their thoughts.
“Yes.”
Casimir chuckled, but it sounded strained. “No hesitation.”
“And you?” Tsunis tilted to study their mate’s reaction.
“Do I want tadpoles?” Casimir laughed at his nonsensical joke, but Tsunis gave a terse nod. “With the right partner, yes, I would.”
Tsunis’ insides thrashed like a guppy. They trailed soft fingertips over Casimir’s abdomen to cup his underbelly. It had the perfect amount of squish covering firm muscle underneath, and Tsunis’ glands slickened at the thought of filling him with eggs.
“We shall have thirty, maybe more.”
None of Casimir’s previous reservations could be heard in his hearty laugh. He captured Tsunis’ hand and dragged it back to his heart, lacing their fingers.
