Molun rocked back a bit.
“Ah.” His expression turned rueful. “I see. Well, it’s complicated. But he’s still your uncle. And to be perfectly honest, I’m not totally sure how I feel about him right now. He did something that was really awful and hurt people I cared about, but despite the fact that it’s the last thing I would have expected from him, I think he may actually be sorry about it?”
He said it like he didn’t think his premise could possibly be the correct one.
Arvus said quietly from behind Trill, “I don’t think he’s the same person that he was a few months ago.”
Molun’s expression got a little mutinous. “But that doesn’t mean we have to forgive him. That doesn’t mean that what he did is forgivable!”
“No,” Arvus agreed. “It doesn’t mean that.”
Molun sagged a little at that unequivocal agreement. “I don’t know what I think.”
“I’m not sure he knows what he thinks,” Arvus offered.
Molun snorted something that was almost a laugh. “I don’t want to talk about him anymore.” Then his eyes flew to Trill. “Sorry, that’s not very supportive, is it?”
Trill gave him his best outraged look. “I don’t want to talk about my uncle in bed!”
Molun dissolved into laughter, and Arvus pressed a kiss to Trill’s shoulder. There was no question of how to get to Arvus’s heart; you just had to take care of Molun.
Molun’s expression turned sultry. “What do you like to talk about in bed?”
Trill grinned at him. “I don’t like to talk at all.”
“No?” Molun asked with mock innocence. “Whatdoyou like to do?”
“I like to make you feel good,” Trill told him.
Molun’s expression went suddenly soft, like he’d expected a purely lascivious answer and got a sweeter one instead.
“You do make us feel good, doesn’t he, Arvus?”
Arvus pressed more firmly against Trill, and Trill could feel him starting to get hard.
“That’s right, baby. He makes us feel so good. Do we make him feel good, do you think?”
Trill was already nodding his head even as Molun flashed another grin at him.
“Oh, I’m pretty sure we do. But maybe we should try again, just to makereallysure.”
Trill kept nodding.
It took a bit of maneuvering to get them all arranged the way they wanted, so that Arvus could fuck Trill while Trill and Molun sucked one another off.
Truly, there were so many spectacular possibilities with these two; Trill wasn’t entirely certain how he was going to go back to having sex with one other person after this. He might be able to find others who wanted a third occasionally, but he doubted they’d be as awesome as Molun and Arvus.
But he didn’t have to worry about that just yet. Right now, hedidhave them, and they weren’t mad at him even though they now knew that he’d shown up hoping to meet his uncle— and now he had a whole family he wanted to get to know better.
Arvus gave a particularly energetic thrust forward, bringing Trill back to the present. He had Molun’s cock in his mouth, heavy and beautiful, and Molun was sucking on him just perfectly. Trill knew to tease the vein on the underside of Molun’s cock, to trace the head with his tongue and then swallow the man whole, because he loved it when Trill swallowed around him.
Coming in the arms of these two was the best feeling, especially when they all came together, the energy practically buzzing through the air. The only thing that would make it better would be to be able to feed at the same time. But they were still Mage Warriors, and Trill was still a half-demon. Yannoma had reminded him more than once that sex wasn’t feelings. And he needed that reminder, because when he was wrapped up like this, when he was languorously post-coital, it was so easy to think that they cared for him and they accepted him, and maybe they would—
Maybe they would kill him, like they’d killed the demons that had attacked Molun and left him scarred and in pain. Maybe they’d be scared. Maybe they’d hate him. He couldn’t bear any of that.
He could be careful. Hecould,never mind what Yannoma would say about what he was doing right now. When the time came, he would move on, and Molun would be healed, and that would make it worth it.
Maybe there was no one out there that could ever accept Trill the way he really was. He didn’t completely fit in with the carnalions, and the humans were afraid of him. He didn’t want to be alone, so that meant taking what he could get, didn’t it?
