Kraken by M. Caspian Page A

slightly.
     
    Finally there was a sigh over his shoulder, and with a slither the arm in his arse withdrew. Cy kissed him over the bite mark on his shoulder. He dipped a last sweet tendril into Will’s mouth, then withdrew it, painting his sticky lips tenderly. Will turned around, watching Cy over his shoulder, his eyes hooded and sleepy.
     
    “Such a good boy. That’s enough for tonight. That wasn’t so bad, was it? Would you like to come?”
     
    Cy walked backwards a few steps and sat on the porch seat, his legs propped wide and shirt buttons undone.
     
    “Come here, love.”
     
    Will walked dreamily over to Cy, who made a little ‘turn around’ signal with his finger. As Will complied Cy pulled him back onto the seat with him, Will’s back pressed up again Cy’s chest. Cy was holding him, loving him. It was more than he’d ever dreamed of. He relaxed back into his lover’s arms.
     
    Cy reached around, one arm holding Will tightly in place, the other hand gently taking Will’s soft cock and pumping it lazily. A suckered arm twined around Will’s arm then crawled into his lap and drizzled sticky liquid from the tip, dripping over Will’s dick. Where it touched Will felt warm and the skin was sensitive to Cy’s touch. Another arm pushed at his lips and Will opened his mouth obediently as he watched Cy’s human fingers work his cock. He closed his eyes and let the tentacle in his mouth push in and out of him. It felt so right to be part of Cy, an extension of him.
     
    “Lick it,” said Cy.
     
    Will lapped at the sticky tendril, his tongue running along the soft, warm skin. He sucked at the velvet softness and his cock swelled and grew under Cy’s hand.
     
    “That’s it,” said Cy. “That’s my boy. So lovely.”
     
    A soft gentle touch caressed his balls, as the grip on his cock grew firmer and faster. The moment he came felt more like a reflex than anything else, the cum dribbling out of him and onto Cy’s hand. Will opened his eyes when he felt Cy wiping it across his belly, wet and cool.
     
    Cy withdrew the tentacle from his mouth, and kissed him on the cheek.
     
    “How do you feel, my love?”
     
    Will shivered as Cy’s arms unfurled from around his body. “Good. Tired.”
     
    “Excellent. Come on, up with you. Let’s get to bed.”
     
    Will stood up, and when Cy went into the house he followed quietly.
     

Chapter Eight
     
    The shiver of the house woke Will. The bed beside him was warm, but Cy was gone. Will’s mouth was dry. He lay there for a minute, wondering if Cy had got up to give him a drink. He was prepared to shower gratitude on anyone who came in with a big glass of water just then.
     
    He couldn’t hear anyone moving around, or running water. Will eased himself out of bed carefully and staggered out to the kitchen. He poured a glass from the tap, and drained it. He ached. His skin hurt. He padded back in to the bathroom and rummaged in the cupboard under the sink in a vain search for Tylenol. He was grateful for the chair beside the basin, as he cradled his aching head in his hands.
     
    Standing, he realized Cy wasn’t anywhere in the house. He threw on a t-shirt and boxers, and walked out to the porch. After circling the cottage there was still no Cy.
     
    Jumping down the steps, he edged carefully up to the edge of the cliff and peered over to see if Cy was swimming. The moon was high now, and the sea was brightly lit on all sides of the point, but there was no sign of anyone other than a row of seagulls, bobbing in the light swell.
     
    “Good, you’re up.”
     
    Will jumped at the voice right behind him. He sagged in relief when Cy took him by the upper arms and pulled him close.
     
    “Come on. We’ve got a job to do.”
     
    Cy kissed him, his tongue pressing in against the seam of Will’s lips. Then abruptly he turned and walked away, heading upwards, into the forest. Once they reached the ferns, Will took care to keep Cy in sight. The trees