Chapter 71: Crikey.

Chapter 71: Crikey.

THE STORM OF butterflies spun overhead. It was a tornado of iridescent wings that blurred the air, a constant hum vibrating. Nigel’s head, heavy with contentment, pressed into Pete’s shoulder, the warmth of Pete’s blue skin seeping into his own. A soft sigh escaped him, his body melting further into the alien’s side. A ripple of pleasure, deep and comforting, bloomed in his chest.

A familiar tentacle, silken and inquisitive, traced the line of Nigel’s thigh, its tip tickling the sensitive skin as it headed higher.

Oi, he liked Pete.

Pete’s sense tentacle headed toward the slit that protected his genitals.

“Oh no you ain’t.” Nigel’s own tentacle snaked out, swift and sure, intercepting the insistent limb. “I’ve emptied three times, ducky. There’s not a single drop left.” He gently but firmly guided Pete’s tentacle away.

“You might have something left,” Pete’s voice, a low rumble that vibrated through Nigel’s skull, teased. “Let’s check.”