Jaekyung grunted in frustration as he tried to push himself up, the movement sending jolts of uncomfortable sensation through his aching body. He shifted his gaze to M/n with a look full of resentment. It bruised his pride to be dominated like this.
But despite that, his cocky grin crept back onto his lips. He refused to show any weakness. Instead, he arched his back, pushing his hips against M/n to grind against the dick that was still buried deep inside him. "You fuck like a beast," Jaekyung sneered.
"But I know you can do more than that." He pressed his foot firmly against M/n's chin, forcing his head to tilt upward. It was their fourth round already, but Jaekyung wanted to prove just how much more he could take—even if his dick had long since shot blanks.
M/n chuckled. Jaekyung's bratty attitude was quite amusing given his fucked-dumb state, and it made his dick harden again.
"You think you can take anything I dish out?" Without waiting, he grabbed Jaekyung by the ankle and positioned the man's leg over his shoulder. His dick drove deep into Jaekyung's sore, stretched hole. Rivulets of cum leaked out around M/n's pistoning dick, dripping down onto the already drenched bedsheets.
A sharp hiss escaped Jaekyung's gritted teeth as M/n's sudden thrust rocked his entire body. His fingers dug into the mattress, knuckles turning white as he struggled to adjust to the brutal pace.
"Fuck—!" Jaekyung grunted, eyes rolling back momentarily. He couldn't deny that M/n's relentless fucking felt incredible despite the overwhelming discomfort.
"Hah—, you're so tight," M/n emphasized his words with each thrust, making sure Jaekyung felt every inch of his dick stretching him open. "Like a vise gripping my cock."
"Fuck you... Fuck you for making me like this." Jaekyung hissed, his eyes squeezing shut as M/n's cock drove into him over and over, the thick length plunging deep and striking his prostate with maddening precision. Each merciless thrust shoved his belly out and made his stomach muscles clench.
"Shit—your fucking cock is so deep inside me... I can feel it in my fucking throat.." He couldn't help but blurt out, too cock-drunk to think his words through.
Drool spilled from the corner of his swollen lips as he arched even more. His black hair clung to his sweat-drenched forehead, his toes curling and his shaky thighs instinctively wrapping around M/n's waist, trying to pull him even deeper.
The way Jaekyung's battered hole clenched and fluttered around his plunging cock was such a heavenly feeling. It left M/n's body shuddering in ecstasy.
"Fuck, Jae.." He cursed, pearly beads of precum began to ooze out from the tip of his dick, coating Jaekyung's inside as it pistoned in and out of Jaekyung's tight, cum-slick channel, the lewd squelching sounds growing louder.
M/n grabbed Jaekyung's face, fingers pressing into the flushed skin. "Open your eyes, Jae. Look at me while I make you cum." He said breathlessly, his other hand took Jaekyung's limp dick and squeezed the overstimulated flesh.
“Stop—fuck—I can’t," Jaekyung choked out between labored breaths, his voice ragged and weak. His hips made a weak attempt to buck away from M/n's relentless grip, but he lacked the strength to pull away. He tried to push M/n's wrist away with his shaky hand, nails digging into M/n's skin, but M/n's grip didn't budge.
He was so drained that his dick could barely twitch anymore, let alone produce any more cum. Drool dripped down his chin, and his eyes looked glazed over as he stared up at M/n with frustration.
M/n just smirked at Jaekyung's plea, amused by his fucked-out state. "I said I'd make you cum on my dick, didn't I?" M/n words, coming out in harsh pants as he gazed down at Jaekyung's debauched form. It only spurred him on to continue slamming into Jaekyung's sore hole with enough force to rock the bed.
"Fuck... you... you bastard..." Jaekyung slurred against M/n's palm, his hips twitching and jerking involuntarily, his spent dick leaking a pitiful dribble of watery cum.
"You can do it, Jae. I know you have one last load left." M/n angled his hips, his next thrust slamming directly into Jaekyung's abused prostate.
A muffled scream rippled from Jaekyung's throat. His back arched off the bed, and his eyes rolled back as his dick let out a final spurt of watery, useless cum. It was barely anything, but it was enough for M/n to feel the pathetic spurting against his fingers.
M/n buried himself to the hilt inside Jaekyung's quivering hole, his own climax hitting him like a freight train. His cum flooded Jaekyung's insides with a fresh deluge of hot cum.
It sloshed heavily in Jaekyung's fucked-out hole, dripping out to pool on the bedsheets below. Jaekyung's eyes glazed over, staring up at the ceiling without really seeing it. He couldn't feel his legs anymore. Hell, he could barely feel his own body beneath the haze of pleasure and exhaustion.
"F-fuck... get... off..." Jaekyung's voice was hoarse and raw. His hands beat weakly against M/n's chest, trying to push him away. The feeling of M/n's softening dick plugging him up was becoming unbearable, the pressure in his stuffed belly rising to a painful level with each twitch and throb of M/n's dick.
M/n smirked against Jaekyung’s flushed skin, fingers trailing lazy patterns along the trembling thighs. “You’re out of gas, huh? That’s cute.”
"C-cute? I'll show you fucking cute." Jaekyung mustered the last of his strength, wrapping his arms around M/n's neck and rolling his hips, trying to flip their positions. For a moment, he thought he had the upper hand as he pinned M/n down beneath him.
But M/n wasn’t finished. In one swift move, he reversed their positions again, leaving Jaekyung on his back. Jaekyung’s eyes widened in disbelief as M/n’s hips began to move—his still-hard cock stirring the slick mess of cum inside him, frothing with each thrust.
"W-what the fuck? How are you still...?" Jaekyung trailed off in shock.
"You're not the only one with stamina, Jae," M/n smirked down at him, hips snapping forward relentlessly, and Jaekyung could only clench his teeth and take it, his body jolting with each impact.
"F-fuck... you're going to kill me..." Jaekyung gasped out, his fingers scrabbling at M/n's back for purchase, his achy hips rocking back to meet M/n's brutal thrusts.
"That's a bit overdramatic, no?" M/n leaned down, capturing Jaekyung’s lips with a hungry kiss. His tongue pushed past Jaekyung’s teeth, claiming his mouth. Jaekyung kissed back—sloppy, breathless—too fucked out to resist.
"Mmph... hah... f-fuck..." Jaekyung whimpered into the kiss, his eyes fluttering shut as M/n's hips snapped forward at a punishing pace. He could feel the pressure building in his stuffed belly with each thrust, the mix of their combined cum sloshing and churning.
Jaekyung knew he should feel used, should hate being reduced to nothing more than a set of holes for M/n to empty his balls into. But he couldn't bring himself to care, too lost in the brutal pleasure of being so thoroughly fucked.
M/n buried himself deep inside Jaekyung, his dick pulsing as he pumped out another heavy load. Jaekyung could feel the hot spurts of cum flooding his insides, the sheer volume of it making his belly swell outward even more.
"Now pull out, asshole…" Jaekyung wheezed, voice barely audible. His legs, still wrapped around M/n's waist, trembled violently as he tried in vain to dislodge M/n. But his movements were weak and uncoordinated, his muscles refusing to listen after another brutal fucking he'd endured.
Xavier stood in the kitchen, his heart pounding with anticipation and just a hint of apprehension as he peered into the mixing bowl. The cookie batter looked perfect, the consistency smooth and even, not a single lump or stray ingredient in sight. It had taken him hours of trial and error to get it just right, but finally, finally, he had succeeded. The secret ingredient, the serum that Zayne had reluctantly provided, was the key to everything.
Xavier's eyes flicked to the vial on the counter, the shimmering liquid catching the light. Zayne's warning echoed in his mind, a faint murmur amidst the sea of his own desperate thoughts. "Don't overdo it, X." But Xavier had never been one for restraint, not when he wanted something badly enough.
He reached for the vial, fingers wrapping around the cool glass. Two measures, that's all he had planned to use. But as he tipped it over the bowl, he found himself pouring, watching as the shimmering liquid gushed out, half the vial's contents splashing into the batter.
Xavier set the empty vial down with a soft clink, a flicker of unease running through him. Had he used too much? No, no, of course not. It would be fine, it had to be. He needed this to work. Needed M/n to notice him, to see him in a way that no one else did.
He couldn't explain the desperation that drove him, the ache in his chest that only seemed to intensify when he thought about M/n. He had never felt like this before, never wanted someone so fiercely, so completely. It terrified him, the way M/n seemed to burrow under his skin, settling in a place deep in his heart that he hadn't known was empty until now.
Xavier sucked in a breath, his hands steadying as he began to scoop the batter into baking molds. Each movement was precise, each cookie formed with care. He couldn't help but pour all of his pent-up emotions into the task, his longing and his hope, his fear and his desire.
As he slid the tray into the oven, he closed his eyes, sending up a silent prayer to the universe, to fate, to whatever gods might be listening. "Make this work," he whispered, his voice trembling just slightly. "Make him see me, make him want me, make him… love me."
Xavier watched M/n reached for one of the rearranged cookies, now adorned with a haphazard sprinkle of fresh berries. He watched, his heart in his throat, as M/n took a bite, his eyes flicking up to meet Xavier's. "So, you decided to go with the 'burnt to a crisp' approach for dessert, huh?" M/n's voice dripping with mocking amusement. "It's not a flavor profile I expected from you. But hey, who needs taste when you've got… this."
He glanced to the plate of cookies, a smirk playing on his lips. His lashes fluttered as he swallowed, and for a moment, Xavier thought he saw a flicker of something else in M/n's eyes, a hint of heat that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room.
But just as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone. M/n was back to his usual, infuriatingly annoying, and boisterous self, taking another bite of the charred cookie while making more remarks about his baking skills.
Xavier's jaw clenched, fighting down the urge to defend his culinary efforts. He knew the cookies weren't perfect, but he also knew, with a bone-deep certainty, that the serum would make all the difference. Soon, very soon, M/n's flippant remarks and shit-eating grin would be a thing of the past.
"Just eat them, will you?" Xavier replied, his voice carefully controlled.
He kept his gaze steadily on M/n, his eyes boring into his, willing him to feel the effects of the serum. "I think… I think you'll find they're more than just edible." He resisted the urge to say more, knowing that the serum would do the work for him. Once it took hold, once M/n felt the rush of desire and longing and all-consuming want, he would understand. He would need.
"I doubt that," M/n smirked. But the expression faltered as a strange warmth unfurled in his chest, subtle at first, like the hush before a storm.
His thoughts, once crisp and clear, began to soften at the edges, like trying to focus through a veil of steam. The world around him seemed to lose a fraction of its sharpness, the lines blurring just slightly as if the very air was shimmering with a new, unseen heat. M/n blinked, trying to clear his vision, but the but the haze only thickened.
"What...What the fuck?"
The sensation of warmth, once a gentle caress, began to pool lower in his abdomen, gathering momentum as it traveled through his body. It pulsed in waves, like the throbbing of a heartbeat, and with each beat, M/n felt a rush of heat that left him breathless and dizzy.
His breath hitched in his throat, catching on the sudden tightness that constricted his chest. His muscles, once taut with tension, went slack, as if the very strength had drained out of them, leaving him feeling languid and heavy. He leaned back against the counter, his hand braced behind him for support, and wondered vaguely if the room was spinning or if it was the cookie he ate playing tricks on his overactive imagination.
"What did you put in it?" he demanded, his voice rough and slurred, eyes clouded with haze as he tried to focus on Xavier. But the words caught in his throat, dying the moment his gaze dropped—only to widen in stunned disbelief. Xavier was kneeling between his legs.
Xavier's heart pounded in his chest as he reached out to tug down M/n's waistband. It was a bold move, one that he knew bordered on presumptuous, but with M/n's mind hazing over and his body already responding to the serum, he knew now was his chance.
M/n's fingers fumbling at his wrist, the stuttered plea of "Xav, stop...!" only spurred him on more. Let him protest now, but soon, so very soon, those protests would turn to cries of pleasure, to pleas.
The fabric of M/n's waistband slid down, revealing flushed, heated skin and the already weeping tip of his arousal. Xavier wrapped his fingers around the man's length, slowly stroking along its shaft to coax it to stiffness.
"Fuck, stop, Xav," M/n grunted, voice strained, though his body did the opposite—hips jerking helplessly into the man's firm grip. Discomfort twisted in his gut, but the serum dulled the edges, blurring the line between resistance and reaction. His brows knit together, confusion flickering in his expression, and a deep flush spread across his cheeks, blooming hot and fast beneath his skin.
Xavier's breath was hot and heavy against M/n's exposed flesh. He could feel the heat radiating off of M/n's skin and could see the way his body trembled and shuddered in response to his proximity. It was a heady feeling to have such power, to be able to reduce this proud, cocky man to such a state of coveting weakness.
He parted his lips and took the weeping tip into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the leaking head, tasting the salty essence of M/n's precum before he began to take more of M/n's dick into his mouth despite being intimidated by the size at first. His lips stretched around the girth, his tongue working along the underside, tracing the ridges and veins that mapped out the path to M/n's throbbing dick.
Xavier's eyes watered a little as M/n's massive length stretched his throat, the thick cock pushing against the back of his throat with insistent pressure. He could feel every throbbing vein and ridge dragging along his tongue as he took M/n impossibly deep, his nose pressing into the pubic hair.
Saliva dripped down the sides of Xavier's stretched lips, his mouth working feverishly to take M/n's impressive size. The taste of M/n's arousal flooded his senses, the slightly bitter and overwhelmingly masculine flavor making his dick rock hard in his pants. He could feel M/n throbbing against his tongue and could hear the strangled groans and gasps spilling from the other man's lips above him.
Just as he felt M/n start to pulse and twitch, signaling his impending orgasm, Xavier pulled away with a gasp. He wanted to deprived M/n from his orgasm a bit longer, to see him yearning and begging for it. He looked up at M/n, he saw the desperate, almost anguished expression on his face, saw the way his hips bucked and jerked as if searching for the wet heat of Xavier's mouth, cheeks flushed red from the heat. "M-More.. please," He heard the man mewed.
Xavier took M/n in his mouth again. He set a pace more than he could take, his head bobbing up and down the thick shaft, his lips and tongue working in tandem to drive M/n wild with pleasure. He could feel the way M/n's body tensed and could hear the way his breath hitched and caught in his throat. He knew he had M/n teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
But he pulled away once more, leaving M/n aching and wanting, his dick glistening with the saliva that coated it. He looked up at M/n with a wicked, almost cruel smile, enjoying the way M/n's chest heaved and his eyes glinted with frustration and need.
"Patience, will you?" Xavier's tongue flicked out to lap at the pearlescent bead of precum that leaked from M/n's weeping tip, but he found himself suddenly and forcefully hilted on M/n's dick and his body didn't have time to prepare.
"Patience?" M/n gripped Xavier's head tightly and droved himself to the hilt down the tight throat. It caught Xavier off guard, eliciting a strangled, muffled cry around the thick flesh stretching his mouth painfully.
Xavier's fingers scrabbled at M/n's thighs, nails digging into the firm flesh and leaving red crescent marks in their wake, which caused M/n to hissed sharply at the searing pain. The sting snapped him out of his foggy daze, yet the drug was too strong for him to halt. The tip lodged firmly in the tight heat of Xavier's throat, making it impossible for the man beneath him to breathe.
Tears streamed down Xavier's flushed cheeks, but he focused on relaxing his throat and allowing M/n to manhandle him. The thick cock throbbed and jerked against his tongue, the ridge of the swollen head catching on his Adam's apple before forcing its way past. Each twitch and throb sent shockwaves of sensation through Xavier, rushing down to the desperate ache between his own legs.
"Shit, 'm gonna cum." M/n panted heavily, but his grip on Xavier’s head remained firm. He thrust deeper, the heat and tightness of the throat drawing a groan from his lips, his fingers tangling in Xavier’s hair as he pushed in with growing urgency.
Xavier sputtered and choked as the first hot, thick ropes of M/n's release flooded his mouth, the bitter, salty essence coating his tongue and dripping down his throat. He tried to pull back, to catch his breath, but M/n's grip on his hair was ironclad. Pearly strands of cum escaped the seal of his stretched lips, dripping obscenely down his chin and onto the floor.
"Jeez, can't you be a little gentler?" Xavier gasped out, glaring up at M/n through tear-blurred eyes. His voice was hoarse, his throat raw from the brutal treatment.
But his words were silenced abruptly as M/n wrenched his head back by the hair, forcing him to arch his spine and bend him face down over the cold, hard surface of the kitchen counter. His palms slapped against the countertop as he braced himself, his fingers curling around the edge. The cool marble was a shock against his flushed, overheated skin.
M/n's hand gripped the waistband of Xavier's pants and yanked them down in one rough motion. The fabric strained against Xavier's thighs before giving way, the pants pooling around his ankles. He was too far gone to notice what he was doing. Too overwhelmed by lust. His hands gripped Xavier's hips tightly and forced himself past the resistance of the man's tight hole, driven only by the need pulsing through his veins.
"W-Wait..." Xavier choked out, his voice strained with a mix of pain and reluctant pleasure. His fingers clawed at the marble countertop, nails screeching against the smooth surface. "You're too big, I can't...ahh!" His protests turned into a strangled moan as M/n hilted inside him, the thick head of his cock kissing his prostate dead-on.
M/n's grip on Xavier's hips tightened as he withdrew until just the tip remained inside before slamming back in with a hiss. Xavier's legs trembled, struggling to hold him upright against the rough thrust.
"You feel so good," M/n panted harshly, his breath hot against Xavier's ear. His hand slid around to cup Xavier's hip, applying pressure to grind their bodies together with each powerful thrust.
Xavier cursed under his breath, realizing the gravity of his mistake. He had underestimated the serum's potency, had allowed himself to get carried away in the heat of the moment without considering the consequences.
"M-M/n!" He shouted desperately, his voice cracking, trying to pull the man out of his haze. His hands scrabbled at M/n's wrist, trying to pry his hand away, but it only seemed to encourage M/n to tighten his grip further. His belly began to swell and bulge obscenely around the girth of M/n's dick, distended from the sheer size, and the outline of every throbbing inch clearly visible.
"This wasn't how it was supposed to be" he thought bitterly. He had intended to be the one in control, to tease and edge until M/n was begging for mercy.
But now, impaled and split open on M/n's dick, Xavier could barely think straight. Every twitch and throb made him unable to form coherent thoughts. He could only clench around the thick flesh invading him, his muscles fluttering and spasming as they struggled to accommodate the impossible girth.
M/n's hand slipped beneath Xavier's shirt, his fingers finding and pinching the sensitive nub of his nipple. It elicited a strangled cry from Xavier's throat and his mind went blank as his orgasm crashed over him. Cum spurted from his cock in thick ropes, painting the countertop beneath him with sticky seed. 'Oh God..'
M/n remained buried to the hilt within Xavier's clenching heat, savoring the way the man's inner walls fluttered and spasmed around him. "You came so hard, just from a little pinch." He cooed mockingly and Xavier couldn't bring himself to meet M/n's gaze, feeling sense of embarrassment wash over him at the realization of how quickly he had came.
"It's not my fault..! You're just too rough..." he tried to squirm away, only to be brought up short as the motion sent fresh shocks of sensation ricocheting through his body. A pained whimper escaped him, his hands scrabbling at the slick surface of the countertop as he struggled to regain some semblance of control.
"Ah ah," M/n tightened his grip on Xavier's hips, using the leverage to pull him back, burying himself even deeper into that tight heat. "That's a little too selfish, don't you think?" M/n grunted, his voice rough with lust and a hint of annoyance. "Trying to crawl away when I didn't even get the chance to cum?"
Xavier gritted his teeth, biting back a moan as M/n's dick punctured his inside, the thick shaft rubbing against his sensitive inner walls. With a shaky gasp, Xavier shoved his elbow against M/n's chest, trying to dislodge him. "P-please... pull out. I'm still too sensitive." It made M/n snickered. He glanced down at Xavier, amused by his pitiful attempts to escape. "Too sensitive? Poor baby."
He pulled back slightly, just enough to see the pained expression on Xavier's face before slamming back in, driving his cock deep once more. "No, wait...I c-can't-" Xavier's protests were cut off by a gasping sob as he pistoned in and out of Xavier with relentless intensity. The tight squeeze of Xavier's hole around him was incredible, milking his shaft in ways that had him seeing stars.
M/n groaned and slammed in one last time, burying himself as deep as he could. His orgasm hit him like a freight train and thick ropes of hot cum pumped into Xavier's guts, filling him up to the brim. M/n's climax triggered Xavier's own, the intense pressure of being filled up pushing him over the edge as he came for the second time. "M-M/n.." Xavier's eyelids drooped heavily as exhaustion claimed him. His limbs felt leaden, the energy drained from his body, leaving him limp and pliant beneath M/n's.
A shudder ran through Sylus's frame as the urgent, primal need consumed him. His crimson eyes, now glowing with the intensity of his arousal as he humped himself against M/n. Sylus's gaze raked over the man's build, drinking in every contour of his toned physique. In this state, Sylus required more than just gentle caresses. He craved a gentler touch now, Sylus needed the raw, unbridled passion of a man who could quench his relentless hunger.
Sylus's voice was low and rough with desire as he spoke. "Puppy, I need you to breed me thoroughly. I can't stand this aching emptiness any longer. Fill me, stretch me, make me carry your eggs deep within my womb." Sylus's words were punctuated by a guttural moan, his hips rolling against M/n's in desperate need.
Sylus's silver hair was disheveled, his chest heaving with labored breaths. He draped his arms around M/n's neck, pulling the man closer until Sylus could feel the scorching heat radiating off his skin. Sylus's eyes were glazed over with lust, a fleeting glimpse of vulnerability flashing across his face. He needed M/n, craved the feeling of his thick dick plunging into his tight, clutching heat. Sylus's body screamed for release, demanding to be filled and bred until his belly swelled with life.
Sylus couldn't wait any longer; he had to take what he needed. In a sudden display of strength and urgency, Sylus pushed the M/n down, straddling his hips. His black blazer slipped off his shoulders, pooling around his elbows as Sylus gripped the man's impressive length in his hand. Sylus's own erection strained against the confines of his pants, the red brooch on his shirt glinting in the low light.
With a quick, deft motion, he shoved his pants down just enough to free his aching dick, the swollen head already drooling with precum. Sylus positioned himself above M/n's erection, teasing the sensitive flesh with the scorching heat of his entrance. A shuddering moan escaped him as he felt the broad tip catch against his soaked rim, his body instinctively trying to draw the man inside.
"Fuck, puppy, I need you deep inside me. I need you to breed me until I'm leaking with your cum." Sylus sank down, taking the tip of M/n's dick past his tight ring of muscle. A guttural grunt tore from his throat at the invasion, pleasure sparking through every nerve ending.
Sylus didn't wait for the burn of the stretch to subside. He kept moving, sinking lower and lower until he felt the man's heavy balls nestle against his ass, his back arching as he savored the feeling of being so utterly, completely, filled.
His hips began to move, rolling and undulating against M/n's dick. Sylus rode him hard and fast, desperately chasing his own pleasure as he sought to milk the man's thick shaft for every last drop of his seed. Sylus could feel M/n's hands gripping his hips hard enough to bruise, feel his own dick jumping against his stomach with every thrust.
Sylus couldn't hold back the moan that ripped from his throat as the head of M/n's cock brushed against his prostate, sending electrifying jolts of pleasure shooting up his spine. So he leaned in, sharp teeth sinking into the tender flesh of M/n's neck. The coppery taste of blood exploded across his tongue, the pain in M/n's eyes only heightening his pleasure. He bit down harder, muffling his cries against the man's skin as he rode him with wild abandon.
Sylus was a dragon, strong and proud, and he would be damned if he let himself fall apart in front of this pathetic human. He bit down harder, fighting to keep his composure even as his body betrayed him. His cunt clenched and fluttered around M/n's pistoning shaft, hot and slick and so fucking ready to be bred.
His fingers dug into the man's shoulders, nails raking across the skin as he tried desperately to maintain some semblance of control. But fuck, it felt too good. Too right. The way M/n's thick shaft stretched him wide, filling him so perfectly, was driving Sylus mad with lust. He could feel his own release barreling down on him like a freight train, his lungs burning with the effort of holding back his screams of ecstasy. His hand flew to his own chest, splaying his long fingers across the firm expanse as he imagined the sensation of it growing heavy and tender with milk.
In his eyes, he could already picture it - the gentle swell of his belly as it stretched to accommodate the clutch of eggs nestled within. The thought of carrying new life inside him, of nurturing it and bringing it into the world, sent a dark thrill coursing through his veins. He ached to feel the first fluttering of a new heartbeat within his body.
Sylus's hips slammed down one final time, taking M/n's dick to the very hilt. His eyes rolled back in his head, a silent scream tearing from his throat as his orgasm overtook him. His dick jerked and pulsed, clear fluid spurting from the tip to paint obscene patterns across his chest and belly as he rode out the intense waves of pleasure.
At the same time, he could feel M/n's shaft throbbing and twitching deep inside him, the man's own release approaching rapidly. Sylus clenched down, milking the thick shaft for all it was worth, desperate to feel the hot flood of seed filling his hungry cunt.
He knew it wouldn't be enough, not this time. He needed so much more to satisfy the all-consuming hunger that gnawed at him.
"Again," Sylus rasped, his voice raw and ragged. "Fill me again."
