Page 27 of Not So Stranded
“Do you wish to host?” Zenori asked from where they were beside Kit’s chair.
“Oh, well… See, we were talking about Jonah hosting for Primus, and I realized that I could— I mean, we’d talked about hosting, of course, but I hadn’t realized that might mean that I, um… You know… That I could, uh…”
“Host for me or Zenori,” Hiaka said with a smile.
“Yeah.” Kit blushed, feeling like he was late to the party. “I had it in my head that it was just between you two, but now that I know we’re mates…” He trailed off and shrugged, feeling sheepish.
Hiaka surged up between Kit’s legs and caught him into a kiss. “Zenori can knock up both of us right now, if that’s what you want.”
“Oh! Oh, wow.” Kit looked at Zenori who was definitely grinning like a wolf. “Seriously?”
“Hiaka has been producing eggs quite regularly for some time now,” Zenori said smugly, “but we have not taken the final step to fertilize them since everything has been in flux. And I have begun producing eggs since our first sexual encounter as well.”
“So you’re both physically ready like right now?”
Hiaka giggled, combing Kit’s hair back from his face. “It can be wheneveryou’reready, Kit.”
Kit pulled Hiaka into a hug, and then grabbed Zenori, too. They sandwiched him between them, tentacles wrapping around everyone, and his future unfolded in his mind.
First, of course, was the fact that eggs would have to be deposited in him, and he had a pretty good idea about how that would happen. Then he’d be the bloated corpse floating in the lagoon, so he had some hundred or so questions about that. Then there was the delivery. So many more questions! And then… And then he’d be a parent.
He eased back, and they let him. “What if we waited until after Jonah and Primus have their kids? I don’t want to steal their moment, you know? And I have a lot of questions.”
“So many questions.” Hiaka grinned and tapped their fingers on Kit’s forehead.
Zenori chuckled. “If youdidn’thave questions, I would assume you were broken.”
Kit laughed because— Yeah, okay, they knew him well.
“Perhaps,” Zenori said, “we should practice insertion.”
“Oh, definitely.” Hiaka nodded.
Kit gulped a little. “Insertion?”
Zenori gave him a heated look as a slim tentacle traveled down the leg of Kit’s shorts to tease behind his balls. “I will need to thrust my entire cock into your body in order to properly deposit all of the fertilized eggs.”
“Wow,” Kit breathed. He cleared his throat. “Right, of course.”
Hiaka giggled. “That’s what Dad meant about taking advantage of the darkness.”
“Oh my god. Here? With…everyone?” He looked around, but didn’t see much in the darkness. Was he hearing something, though?
“Believe me, no one’s paying any attention. Even you aren’t.”
“What do you mean?”
Hiaka smirked at him. “Listen.”
Oh, yeah, he was hearing what he’d thought he’d been hearing. Some rhythmic splashing, grunts and moans, a whimper here and there, and plenty of whispered pleas for more. He couldn’t quite see anything other than shadowy shapes, but he could hear a whole lot of fucking going on.
A shiver of want went through Kit. He’d never been one for public performances, but the titillation of being surrounded bysex made him feel bold. He couldn’t help glancing around, but then he lifted up and shucked his shorts.
Hiaka was on him in a heartbeat. Devoured by their kisses, Kit clung to Hiaka as he was lifted up and spun around. Now Hiaka sat in the chair with Kit leaning against them and sitting on their tentacles, his knees spread wide and poking through the chair’s arm holes. A set of tentacles were suddenly massaging Kit’s asscheeks, pulling them apart, squeezing, and teasing him with waves of warm water.
“What a temptation you are,” Zenori said as they eased up behind Kit. They caressed his thighs and hips with their hands, even delving in to tease at his groin. “I want to fill you completely.”
“Yeah, do it.” Kit looked over his shoulder as Hiaka kissed his neck. “Fuck me, Zenori.”
