My mind was caught between the wonderful sensation of this man stroking my throbbing shaft, and the feeling of a finger tracing its way along my taint to circle my hole. With the amount of slick leaking from my ass, his finger met no resistance, slipping right in and lighting up my insides. It was a strangely vulnerable position to be in, and with the wrong person it might be terrifying, but with Agelius I felt completely safe. It was nothing but exquisite, mind-blinding sensation, and with the combination of him thrusting his finger in time with stroking my shaft, it wasn’t long before my balls drew up and I cried out as white lightning sizzled my brain.
“Oh, f-u-c-k!”
Cum shot from my cock, covering the hand still stroking me through the last spurts. A wicked grin swept over Agelius’ face, lighting up his eyes which remained steady on mine as he leant down and took the sensitive head of my dick in his mouth. I shuddered as his tongue swiped over it, licking up every drop, before he gently released me from the warmth of his mouth. I watched, dazed, as his tongue swiped the creamy droplets caught in the faint stubble at the corners of his mouth.
“Mmm,” he hummed, eyes crinkling, a self-satisfied smile plumping his cheeks. He released my cock and sat up, bringing the back of his hand to his mouth, licking up the mess.
Fuck, he looked so hot… traces of my cum on his lips, tongue sliding in and out of his mouth seeking more, as if my emissions were some sort of treat…
“Roll over,” Agelius urged, the intensity of his gaze sharpening. I smelt the sharp tang of his arousal, and looking down saw his large member, swollen and red, precum dribbling from the slit.
Even though I’d just come, I looked hungrily at it. Another rush of slick flooded out of my ass, the scents of our combined arousals intoxicating. Eagerly, I rolled onto hands and knees, disregarding the hard pebbles that pressed into my palms and my kneecaps.
Agelius moved in behind me. The rounded head of his cock teased my hole.
“Yes,please, give it to me,” I begged, sounding as wanton as I had during my heat. I didn’t care. This alpha was my alpha now, not some stranger wandering across me in the midst of my heat, and I wanted him in all the ways. I wanted him to make me his.
There was intense pressure as he slowly filled me, gliding in on a sea of slick. I could hardly breathe. He was so large. I was so full.
Then he began to move, withdrawing until his crown nudged against the ring of muscle then thrusting back in. He repeated this, over and over again to my litany of moans that seemed to reverberate around the cave, accompanied by the wet slapping sounds as his crotch slammed into my ass, his balls slapping into the wet sloppy flesh of my buttocks.
My cock had gone hard again and I reached underneath to stroke myself as his thrusts sped up. Suddenly the tempo of the thrusts increased and he was jackhammering into me, grunted with each pass. As his cock rammed into me over and over, I felt so horny, so sexy, so willinglyused,untilaaahhhh!my orgasm washed over me in a rush. Agelius groaned brokenly, and pulled out, flipping me over onto my back. Breathing raggedly, magnificent chest towering over me, he stroked his engorged cock a couple of times and reams of cum exploded over my abdomen and chest, marking me, even as my own cum continued to spurt.
When he was done, he lay on top of me, part of his weight supported by one elbow. The cum squished and slid between our bodies.
He smiled.
I smiled.
His canines descended. I trembled.
He leant down and sniffed at the hollow of my neck. There was a faint burn as he dragged the sharp tooth across the surface of the skin, not deep enough to penetrate, but enough to cut the surface. A faint metallic smell teased at my nostrils.
He repeated the action twice, and I understood. He’d marked me with cum, and now he was marking me in the only other way he could without actually giving a mating bite. He’d drawn an ‘A’ on my skin with his teeth.
“Thank you,” I whispered, finding his eyes, their dark brown softened with golden swirls. I would have said it was… I bit my lip and shut that thought down.Too soon.
“Now do me,” he said, and rolled us both over.
Tentatively, I let my canines drop.
“Go on. Mark me as yours.”
Nervously, my heart racing like a rabbit, I traced two lines over his skin. ‘T’. He was mine.
Chapter 29
ZARBIUS
I spat a couple of broken teeth out of my mouth, the red spittle staining the grass an ugly brown color, as the pieces of off-white enamel tumbled between the blades. I groaned, the sound an unpleasant gurgle rattling around in the back of my throat. Everything hurt. My face throbbed relentlessly, each pulse stretching the already swollen skin. One eye remained persistently closed, stinging with the trickle of fluid seeping between the tumescent lids. Each breath was a sharp pain cutting through my chest from one side to the other.
I kept each breath shallow, the muscles of my face spasming with each painful inhale.
Deep in my guts, a concerning pain troubled my insides. And when I tried to move, it felt like a thousand knives stabbing in the region of my hips. Something was broken. I was so fucked.
I closed my eye, waiting for the killing blow. My head pounded, the lightning strikes of a headache threatening to explode my skull, confounding my senses. As if from the end of a tunnel, I recognized the familiar sensation of a migraine.
In the distance, there was shouting, the sound of an engine. A whisper of warm air swept over my bare skin, the heat from theafternoon sun on my already overloaded nerve-endings adding to my distress. I writhed - a mistake! - and a bubbling moan escaped my mouth.
