“Addictive is pleasant.” Ondry pushed in farther, finding Liam’s prostate and pressing until every last thought fled Liam’s brain, leaving him with a pile of lust-soaked mush between his ears.
Liam pressed his head back into the pillows. “Oh God. Oh shit, yes. Please. More.”
Ondry huffed again, the sound of his breath was damn erotic. It meant he was enjoying himself. Hundreds of years, and he was still the same arrogant trader who wanted evidence that he was the best, and when it came to sex, he totally was. Liam was ready to set up a religion centered around Ondry’s sexual prowess and name him the head god—assuming no one else ever got to have sex with him because he was Liam’s. All Liam’s. Forever Liam’s.
With a happy glurble, Ondry nipped Liam’s shoulder and started a slow thrusting motion with his tail.
The burn in Liam’s ass grew stronger so that now he was poised on the knife edge of pleasure and pain. His body teetered first in one direction and then the other. Then Ondry wrapped his strong hand around Liam’s cock, and the universe exploded. Liam screamed.
As he lay next to Ondry, the sweat dried, and Liam shivered. Ondry pulled him close, and the contact made shivers and tingles chase through Liam’s body. He felt alive and wrung-out at once. He never wanted to sleep again, but he didn’t want to move either. Damn. Had sex always been that good or had the years of abstinence made it sweeter?
Ondry licked the side of Liam’s neck.
“Don’t start something you don’t plan to finish,” Liam warned. He would warn Ondry that he couldn’t come again, but that would sound too much like a challenge, and Liam was sore. He hadn’t used some of those muscles for too long.
“I could finish again,” Ondry said with a rumble.
“Show-off.”
“Is that an observation or a request?” Ondry tightened his arms, holding Liam in a tight embrace.
“Observation.”
“An accurate one. You are a tuk-ranked observer.”
Liam laughed. “And you are a tuk-ranked non-procreative sex god.”
Ondry trilled. “I have never before been called a deity.”
“That was an oversight on my part because you are one,” Liam said sleepily. He felt so damn sated. Maybe Liam was stressed about Takil growing up too fast, but if their youngling was ready to move away from his parents, life wouldn’t end. It would change, but a few hundred years with Ondry had taught him that sometimes change was good. Sometimes it was very,verygood.
Like Father, Like Son
He watched the varioussubmissives flit about the club, their bodies, dueling with the club’s strobing lights. When he had first come to this gathering place of sexual exploration, the exhibition of bodies and the number of humans who’d expressed an interest in his tail had surprised him. He had no problem using his tail for pleasure. What was the point of having a body, if not to enjoy its various functions? However, the variety of human pleasure had startled him.
The submissives startled him more.
