“Let me — help,” he choked. “Make — easier.”
Oh fuck, oh gods destroy him now, Eft was going to make them fit — and Kesst fervently nodded as he shuddered again, his hand grasping Eft’s, pressing it closer. Feeling the magic on both sides, now, flaring itself deep, and finding the place where Eft’s pulsing head was driving hard against Kesst’s resisting flesh.
Kesst convulsed all over, the shout tearing from his mouth, because oh, oh, there was nothing like this, nothing had ever, ever felt like this. That beautiful swarming magic, that beautiful driving cock, working together now to change him, to remake him. To transform him, so Eft could fill him with his scent and his safety, and Kesst shouted again as he sank a little deeper, his body wildly clutching at the new bit of Eft he’d taken, more, more…
“More,” Kesst gasped, helpless, lost. “Take me. Fill me. Remake me so I can fit you.Please, Eft.”
Eft was desperately nodding, his forehead furrowed with concentration, his magic flaring even harder than before. While Kesst again gasped and shuddered and shouted, his body sinking deeper, deeper, closer…
“More,” he begged, his head whipping back and forth, his claws scraping down Eft’s front. “More, Eft.Allof you.Mine.”
Eft kept nodding, his mouth contorting, the magic flailing up into a torrent of blazing sensation. Driving into Kesst just as hard as his cock, just as overpowering. So close, so close, Kesst could feel it, he was, he was —
There. His trembling arse finally sinking down onto Eft beneath him, with Eft fully buried, embedded, inside him. Deeper than anyone or anything had ever gone, and it felt new, it felt impossible, it felt utterly unreal. It was Kesst forever changed, forever altered, for this.
And he couldn’t even move, couldn’t even bear to slip a breath away. Needed to just sit there, pinned there, feeling this impossible strength docked so deep inside him. While his invaded body frantically squeezed and convulsed upon it, as if fighting to understand it, to comprehend what this was, how it had possibly remade him like this…
And it was surely learning him too, pulsing and shuddering against Kesst’s onslaught, squeezing out its seed inside him. While the magic from Eft’s hand kept flickering and searching, as if making even more room, making sure, making him safe…
“All right?” choked Eft’s voice, and gods, Kesst could scarcely refocus his eyes, or find Eft’s face. But he did, of course he did — and found Eft’s cheeks and ears flushed a deep red, his lips parted, his eyes firing with pure, frenzied hunger.
Kesst surely couldn’t speak through his groans, but he managed a nod, a tiny little rock of his hips. A movement that somehow shifted his entire belly, all the way up to his navel — and Kesst shouted again as his hands fluttered against it. Against where — he tentatively rocked his hips again — Eft’s cockhead was somewhere in the vicinity of hiswaist, oh furious gods above.
“You — great — menace,” Kesst moaned, or perhaps wept, as he rocked his hips again, and felt that pole inside him shift and shudder. “You — damned —”
But the words were swarmed, destroyed, at the impossible, unthinkable flare of magic. Magic, rushing up that hard flesh plunged so deep inside him, and unfurling out in a thousand fiery, sparkling streams. Unmaking him, destroying him, blasting away all else until there was — there was —
Kesst’s scream rang through his skull, ripping him apart — and his body crumpled, crushed, broke. Clamping and writhing and shattering as his seed surged and sprayed, gushing out of him in screeching white torrents, while the euphoria struck and spun and soared —
And then it hitched even higher, as Eft’s strength inside him flared, swelled even further, those bollocks tightening between his arse-cheeks, driving that seed up, up, up — and then Eft poured him full. Flooding him from the top down in surge after surge, glutting him with heat and scent and life. Forever changing him, again, remaking him, again, and Kesst could only shout and shudder and drink it up, suck it in, breathe in the scent of it already pooling, already saturating, already new.
Beneath him, Eft had been shouting again too, his body again curled up with almost painful-looking force, his head bent nearly to Kesst’s chest. Holding, holding, as Kesst felt him squeezing those last dregs up, giving him all he possibly could, every last drop —
And then, finally, it was done. And Eft sank back down to the bed, his body heavy and sprawling, and painted all over with messy splatters of Kesst’s seed. But his hands, his hands were still there on Kesst’s waist and hip, his dazed eyes still fixed to the sight, as if he could somehow see deep within, see what he’d done…
Kesst’s sweaty hands were clutching there too, his fingers tangling with Eft’s, as his breath slowly, shakily exhaled. As Eft’s hazy eyes abruptly snapped up to his face, and Kesst could see them fighting to focus, Eft’s breath heaving just as hard as his.
“You —” Eft began, his voice breaking — and then he was grasping at Kesst’s body, dragging him down to lie atop his sticky chest. And tilting his own hips as Kesst came, putting his knees up, so he didn’t even draw all the way out — but oh, the feeling of it moving inside Kesst again, rearranging him, again had him crying out, convulsing into Eft’s arms.
“Is it — pain?” Eft’s voice gulped, his magic again surging there, seeking with palpable urgency, but Kesst was already shaking his head, burying his face into Eft’s chest.
“No pain,” he rasped. “Only good. So good.Fuck.”
Eft’s relief shuddered through them both, his warm arms wrapping tight around Kesst’s sweaty back, his fingers spread wide. “So good,” he repeated, with a hard, heavy exhale. “Gods, Kesst. You’ll be thedeathof me.”
He sounded truly stunned, shattered, and it was somehow enough for Kesst to raise his head, to attempt a jab of his finger to Eft’s heaving chest. “Me?” he croaked. “You impaled me. Rearranged me.Remademe.”
And oh, that look on Eft’s face, it wasn’t regret in the slightest — in truth, it was unnervingly similar to the look on Grimarr’s face after they’d killed Skald. Wicked, gleeful triumph, flashing smug and satisfied through his eyes.
And suddenly Kesst was laughing, shrill and uncontrollable, his body shuddering, his head shaking back and forth. “You utter menace,” he gulped, between breaths. “You arenevergetting rid of me now, you realize. I am worshipping this cock until Idie.”
Eft laughed too, but again there was relief in it, stuttering deep into his scent. “Good,” he whispered. “Just how I want it.”
The warmth raced up Kesst’s spine, followed by yet another shiver of Eft’s magic, seeing it, chasing it. And gods, it was so good, nothing had ever, ever been so good, and Kesst wriggled a little closer, curled up tighter, caught and cradled in Eft’s solid embrace, in his safety.
“Do I smell good?” he whispered, into Eft’s neck. “More like you?”
In return Eft barked a disbelieving laugh, and clutched Kesst even closer, while his cockhead — which was still tucked inside him — blatantly shuddered. “You smellexquisite,” Eft breathed. “I mean, you always did, but this — this is —”
