“I’m not gonna last. Corbin, please,” he groaned, and his hand reached toward my cock. He wrapped his hand around it, gently squeezing.
“Do you want to hold onto my big cock while your cute little dick spurts inside of me?” I asked, letting my tail flick against his bundle of nerves.
Sebbie cried out, his hips stuttering against me, and I let him ride out his orgasm. I could feel him pulsing inside me, his cum filling me up, and I almost came from the sensation. I barely managed to hold my own orgasm back. I wanted to come inside of Sebbie. I wanted us both full of each other.
When his hips stilled, I leaned down and kissed him. It was slow and gentle, soft and loving. It didn’t take long before we were both growing more frantic, though, and I felt Sebbie twitch inside of me. I slowly withdrew my tail, then I slid off his dick.
“You are so perfect. Amazing and perfect, baby,” I told him.
“I want you to come, Corbin. I want you inside me now,” Sebbie murmured, like he’d read my mind.
I grabbed onto him and rolled us over so that he was on top. I used my tail to slick my cock, kissing Sebbie and rubbing his nipples. He was loose and boneless from his pleasure, a smile on his face.
When I breached his hole, we both groaned again. I thrust up into him slowly, occasionally kissing him and rubbing his nipples. We played like that for a while, gentle and leisurely, until eventually he went from loose to wiggly, and his cock, which had never gone completely soft, hardened fully again.
“Do you think your adorable little cock can give me another orgasm, baby?” I asked him.
“Yes, Corbin. Make me come. Please. I want your knot.”
It was like a switch flipped in my head. I rolled over so Sebbie was on the bottom, and I pounded into him, angling to make sure he was moaning in pleasure with each thrust. I brought my tail around to wrap around his dick, squeezing and undulating around him. He was twitching and mewling, his back arching as he gasped to catch his breath.
“It feels so good to be inside you, to fill you up. I’m full of your cum, and I’m going to fill you up with mine next. Do you think my big dick will have more cum than your cute little cock, baby?”
Sebbie cried out, his hips thrusting uncontrollably. His dick was twitching while I pulled on him and squeezed him. All the sensations had my orgasm pulsing through me. I felt my knot growing, and I pushed it into him, forcing it past his rim. He cried out, a sound of pure pleasure, and I stayed there, rocking back and forth inside of him. My knot was gently pulsing in his hole, my orgasm going on and on. I groaned, and Sebbie’s dick spurted cum onto my tail, his voice breaking with his pleasure.
I collapsed onto him, being sure not to crush him, and I pressed my mouth against his, our orgasms drawing out, the pleasure like a loop between us. We kissed, and then we breathed the same air, our mouths just resting against each other. We stayed that way, even once our orgasms were over, even when my knot had gone down. Occasionally we would press our lips together in a kiss, but mostly we just laid there, mouths pressed together, reveling in the feeling of being wrapped up in each other.
Finally, I rolled over onto my side, pulling Sebbie into my arms. I would clean us up in just a moment. For now, I just wanted to rest with my mate in my arms.
“I love you, Corbin. So much,” Sebbie said.
“I love you, too, little reaper,” I murmured.
Sebbie’s breathing evened out, and I let sleep take me as well. Just a little nap. That was all.
I woke up with the sensation that something was wrong.
Sebbie was sitting up in bed, facing away from me. I reached a hand out, touching his shoulder, and his skin felt cool to the touch.
“Sebbie?” I said.
“Little reaper,” he answered, his voice quiet.
I sat up, reaching over to wrap my arms around him. He didn’t resist, but he was stiff.
“That’s what you called me. In that basement. That was the first time, and then you’ve called me that since then. Little reaper. Not little ferryman.” His voice sounded detached, like he wasn’t fully with me.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Did you know?” he asked.
I assumed he was asking if I knew he was a reaper, but I wasn’t sure. “Did I know what, baby?”
He moved out of my arms and faced me. His eyes were dry, but they were red. “Corbin? I think I kill people.”
I searched his eyes. They were unfocused, like he was staring at something that wasn’t there. There was guilt and shame on his face. I wanted to pull him back into a hug, but he needed to talk about whatever was on his mind.
“Do you remember?” I asked him.
