Page 65 of Henrikk’s Secret

He continued to fuck Asher as he came, not satisfied by the release as he raced to outrun the demons that chased him. Flesh pounded against flesh, his balls slapping sharply against Asher’s as his cock sunk deep into his ass over and over again. He gasped as he spilled his load, a silent scream that transcended time, connecting all the thousands of moments of right and wrong choices as he pumped Asher full of cum.

There was so much he regretted, but it had led to this moment. And this moment, like so many others that had preceded it, felt gloriously right, and exhilaratingly wrong. The sensation was pure ecstasy, rendering him delirious, and he chased that feeling long after his cock had grown too sensitive and Asher was sore and asked him to stop.

“Bear with me just a little longer,” he told Asher, delivering a hard, deliberate thrust. “Will you do that for me?”

He gave another hard thrust, and Asher winced. “Hmm? It would be a shame to stop when you’re doing so well.”

He gripped Asher’s hair and pulled him back bodily, dragging him deeper onto his cock. “Can your sore ass take it for me?”

“Yes,” Asher grunted, his voice breaking as Henrikk pushed into him again.

“For how long?”

“Until you say.”

Asher buckled down and took his cock silently without further complaint. Because amazingly, astoundingly, and tragically, Asher would follow him anywhere, even if it meant enduring pain.

That was his theory, anyway. Since he was somehow still hard as iron, he kept ploughing Asher’s ass. His head lolled back, eyes fluttering shut as he gripped Asher’s hips and listened to his beautiful moans fill the night.

“I think I need a break,” Asher eventually said.

“A break?” Henrikk laughed in disbelief, even as a new thrill swept through him. “Had enough?”

Asher said something that Henrikk ignored.

He did not stop. His breathing grew heavy as he sped up.

“Hold on,” he urged Asher. “Nearly there.”

It would be quick. Fast and hard.

Denying Asher made his cock pulse dangerously and sent him careening over the edge, falling deeper and deeper into the abyss as his body jerked, his cock spilling every last ounce he had in him into Asher’s plundered ass.

They both sank to the floor in a heap, both of them lying dazed as Henrikk pulled Asher into his arms.

He thought Asher might be crying, but then why was he kissing him the next minute?

They exchanged sensual kisses. They slept. They held each other and dreamt.

Henrikk whispered sweet little nothings that had become sweat meaningful somethings into Asher’s ear.

Asher smiled.

Henrikk made a fool of himself.

Asher laughed, and Henrikk chalked up another victory and said something even more foolish.

They laughed together.

The sky grew lighter. Henrikk was lying on his side, Asher curled up beside him with his back to him, chest expanding gently as he slept.

Henrikk smiled fondly, tracing his hand along Asher’s muscled back.

Beautiful. And mine.

Soon, his cock was rigid, and Henrikk quietly lubed up with the remaining coconut oil before sliding into Asher.

The general jerked awake with a surprised grunt. “Had enough?”