The wordminelanded differently than it ever had before.
The bond amplified it. I felt the claim. Not just heard it. The thread between us pulled tight when he said it, like the word itself was a tether being yanked. My whole body responded. My cock leaked against my belly. My hole clenched around nothing, wanting something it didn't have yet.
"Yours," I tried to say around his cock, but it came out as a moan.
He understood.
“You take my cock so well, sweetheart. Fuck, you have no idea how good you look with my cock between these sweet lips of yours.”
Dagon stared at me, eyes heavy-lidded and blissful. I sucked deeper, gagging slightly when I tried to take him fully. His pleasure was all that mattered.
When I pulled away, his hips bucked slightly, but I wasn't done yet. Spreading his thighs, I lowered myself further, staring hungrily at his hole.
“Hell!” Dagon shouted, trembling when my tongue flicked over him.
He tasted delicious, intoxicating. Lost in the sensation, I continued licking until he relaxed enough for my tongue to slide inside. The heat, his tightness, the sounds he made… all drove me crazy.
I fucked him gently with my tongue, savoring every second.
The thread between us thrummed every time he gasped. Every time his wings twitched on the forest floor and disturbed the leaves around us. I could feel his pleasure as if it were mine. The bond was an open channel and we were both pouring through it.
“It feels so fucking good. Hell. I-” His words were cut off by a moan.
Lust consumed me completely. Reaching for the lube from my discarded jeans, I slicked my fingers generously and gently eased one inside him.
“You don’t know how sexy your glistening and swollen lips look right now,” he said roughly.
“And you don’t know how good you taste.”
I rose up to kiss him passionately as I slid in a second finger slowly. I loved kissing these lips. I loved the feel of his beard against my clean-shaven face. The tenderness and roughness. Both. All of him.
“Fuck, I’m ready. Take me. Now.”
He rocked against my fingers urgently, but I took my time, stretching him carefully. When I added a third finger, he groaned impatiently. "Don't be gentle. I won't break. Just-"
I silenced him with another kiss, continuing to prepare him. He grew restless, his slick fingers reaching between us to tease my own hole, making me moan at the unexpected sensation. We teased each other mercilessly, giving and taking pleasure.
“Inside me. Now.” Dagon’s commanding tone short-circuited my brain.
This time, I obeyed immediately. Aligning my cock, I pushed in slowly, pausing briefly to let him adjust despite my urge to thrust deep. He suddenly pushed upward, burying me fully inside him.
We groaned simultaneously. The sight and sensation were overwhelming.
The bond flared. The thread between us went white-hot for half a second, and I felt what Dagon felt. The full body grip of taking me in. The throb. The welcome. My own pleasure layered with his. The cosmos arranging itself between our bodies and saying this. This is right. This is what you were made for.
Dagon's eyes filled with tears.
Not from pain.
From recognition.
I started thrusting steadily as he drew me into another kiss. The heat, the perfect squeeze around my cock… it was beyond anything I'd imagined.
“Harder,” Dagon ordered, shattering my restraint.
I thrust into him hard and fast, desperation fueling every movement. It wasn't enough.
“I want to feel you inside me, but I also want to come inside you,” I panted.
