Chapter 85: Pete's garden.

Chapter 85: Pete’s garden.

NIGELS ARSE THROBBED, a dull, rhythmic beat. He could still feel Pete inside him when he shifted, a ghost of a presence. His cock felt sore in the aftermath of spurting. His mind reviewed how Pete had massaged him with his drinking limb. A slightly bruised sensation permeated spots where the bloke’s suction had tugged enough to make Nigel lose his mind.

Every twinge and dull ache brought a slow grin to Nigel’s face. He rolled over in the warm Nebos, his tentacles swishing gently, searching for the chap who had given him so much pleasure last night. Surprisingly, something good really could happen after dark.

Pete.

Unfortunately, the bed was empty—no Dagerstanteen warmth beside him. Grabbing his belt of knives, Nigel sat upright and requested the Nebos to make him shorts.

—Step out into the garden, my beloved.—

The voice was Pete. The words shimmered, clear as a bell in his head. This reminded him of when his family was alive. Wait—how?