Worlds Knotted Together
Writing a warning here seems pointless considering that to get here you should have passed through two or three others, anyway... This story is for Adults only and contains various graphic encounters homosexual in nature, if this offends you, or you are below the legal age limit for your country. Please leave now.
This story has vague interconnectivity to the movie Underworld, most of the characters are therefore copy written to screen gems studios and the members therein.
Part 2- Worlds Knotted Together
Adrian screamed and bucked on the bed. I threw his twisting body to the floor. There was no way to stop the pain, so I started to go through the motions with him, feeling skin thicken, bones reform and reposition themselves, organs growing or shrinking, the whole body fighting for room, and then making that room. Claws tore from the skin on my extremities, paws dug into the concrete of my bunker room. Short course hairs ripped themselves from my thickening skin, almost orgasmic compared to every other change. Speaking of which.
My cock stretched out becoming plump and moist, the thickest part repositioning itself at the base of my length forcing the tip to whittle down to a blunt point, my foreskin raced to cover the new length and became a silken sheath, attaching itself to the skin of my lower abdominals.
I watched these changes and so many more happen to Adrian, much slower than my own, it was his first time, but eventually his body will settle into the rhythm.
I waited patiently for him to finish, to understand the benefits and disadvantages of four legs, the rush of senses and emotions. It was a long wait for his body to figure itself out. Finally after an age he noticed me standing there.
Adrian's new mind worked furiously, I was another male, either an alpha or a submissive but he didn't know how to figure out the difference yet. There was only one way to find out. Challenge.
Caught in the rush he roared at me, a deep booming roar. I was impressed at the noise but none-the-less he was the bitch here and I intended to show him.
I growled in retaliation, low and menacing as I could force my vocal cords, then I hit him, twice. Adrian had figured it out now and he cowered at my dominance, whimpering at the blows.
My domineering streak ran through me and I couldn't take it any more. I swooped on the defenseless, confused werewolf dragging a scared yelp as I bodily threw him into the bed
He was winded lying there; half on the bed as he struggled to come to terms with what was going on. His beast mind had recognized his alpha and followed procedure but now he was bent over a bed.
I could see it click, the information making its way through his battered mind but by then I had his body pinned with my own. My pointed cock tip was hovering above his exposed anus. I was ready for his first lesson on true submission even if he wasn't.
Lycan mating urges kicked in and my cock surged forward, Adrian's yelp punctuated each attempt at his ass, seven attempts as we both recognized the loss of soft, guiding hands.
Adrian whined as I succeeded in penetrating his clenched hole and the poor lycan didn't cease whining as I forced myself deeper into him. Oh, he had good reason to be. I was ruthless, compounded months of tension were being expended on his virgin lupine ring hole. I was pummeling the submissive with my steadily growing wolfmeat and I was in no way being subtle or nice about his aforementioned virginity.
He was being constantly winded as I fucked him, crushed against the rough side of the bed but it didn't stop the pathetic noises he made as he was raped.
Adrian's whines were turning into whimpers as I taught him his place. His body had just learned to accustom itself to a lot of pain, this was merely another. Another lot of pain.
For ten minutes I fed him my lycan shaft, tearing the muscles of his sphincter, basically showing the pup what we were capable of. A human in his place would be crushed and bleeding, but Adrian just grunted and whined. I crouched and hunched into him, one beast drilling another beast, not quite as nature intended with the whole male-to-male thing. It wasn't quite enough, the pup needed to be shown what was happening to him, had to see his place.
I yanked myself out of his rear and he cringed as his rectum painfully encouraged my stay. I like the look of my lycan shaft; it's very canine, very evil looking. I wasn't fully hard yet that would happen right as I blew my load, at the moment the tying knot was just beginning to pump itself up but the shaft was long, ridged, and crimson. Fuck it's a wicked cock to look at and a wicked tool to fuck with, bloated and veined. When I'm ready to pop my nut, its long and curved with this massive plump base for tying up any hole it's stuck in at the time.
Adrian slouched toward the floor, no longer supported by me and he painfully tried to get to his feet. If I was in human form I might have laughed. He thought I was finished with him.
As soon as he regained his footing and faced me I shoved him back down on the bed, now we could both watch his insemination.
But now he has his limbs free. He knew as long as I stayed out of him he was safe, the moment I knotted inside him he was mine, the only thing that stays true after the change, they either know and accept or know and resist.
He went to slash me with his forepaws and I pinned his elbows. Faster than he knew to react I stapled the writhing animal to the bed with my much stronger arms. Adrian made a sound, almost a defeated 'no', his arms were only useful to inflict scratches now, and he couldn't raise his head and bite. Only one option left. He made a very human move, brining both rear legs up together; the talons would rend flesh on contact.
He kicked at me but I was way ahead of him. His mistake was expecting me to dodge, I didn't, instead I twisted my lower body forcing his claws either side of my midsection, he drew blood on both sides but now I was between his formidable thighs and I wasn't going to risk a second shot.
His whine was higher pitched this time, as I rammed into his clenched sphincter again. He was a lycan, his body had already healed the damage I had previously done, so in circumspect I was taking his virginity again. Thanks to our healing abilities his virginity would be taken for the rest of his life. From the look on his face it was just as painful the second time.
It would have been far less painful had he submitted. That is why it is teaching
The big lycan shook his head from side to side and moaned at my renewed intrusions. If I was bad last time I was completely remorseless this time. I don't like retaliation and punish it harshly. Each withdrawal was complete, waiting a few seconds for him to heal and then back burying my canine shaft to the hilt bouncing my balls off the smooth fur of his hefty behind. Rivulets of perspiration dripped from my body against his until the smell of my musk mingled into his own sweet scent, furthering my ownership of him.
In the wild when wolves fuck they take their mate as soon as possible to the root, tie their knot then blow their wad. But I had millions of years of human evolution too and with no knot to tie their mate humans just pump and pump till they cum, I had a little of both in me.
My cock didn't like the cold air; it loved Adrian's lycan warmth so I finished his punishment and continued with his teaching. Slowly the whining ceased replaced with a deep husky panting, before long he was panting furiously as emotions and feelings mixed. With his punishment over and me fucking him for all his worth, his own arousal was setting in. I was feeling his bowels contract around my raping shaft. I passionately rutted inside his rectum. My knot was growing and I could see that the new lycan was also stimulated by the heat and the scent, even the pain was arousing new desires. Adrian's sheath was bloated, thick with the meat it could not release. I felt a brief wave of sympathy. My first time as a lycan when I felt the need and it was my cock overburdening my sheath I was in agony running around on all fours until my cock split my sheath as I came. That was one of my most fantastic and painful orgasms ever. The mixture of pain, blood and cum as I licked it from the pavement. This lucky bastard was going to be taught.
I grabbed Adrian's thigh and squeezed it painfully until he looked up at me, gently I stretched the coiled muscle out and back and the tension on the skin around his crotch exposed his beautiful cock to the air. The simple movement forcing his body to peel his sheath off and relieve the pressure. He threw back his head and moaned in ecstasy.
Thrusts were slowing down now, my knot was big enough that I had to use more of my considerable strength to thrust it in and even more force to jerk it out. Time to go easy on the pup.
I dug my claws into the ground, anchored his lycan hips and forcefully squeezed my massive cocknot into Adrian who jerked pitifully as he tried to escape. My huge lump continued regardless breeching a hole that wasn't designed to take anything a quarter the size of my girth and going the other way.
He all but howled as my final inches were sucked into him, my fat scarlet knot swallowed by a sheath of a different kind. One that tightened around the thin part of my base, one that jerked and spasmed and massaged me until I was groaning, reaching the peak of my orgasm and my body was hunched over.
Adrian's head smashed into the wall as my hips rutted forward. My scrotum contracted painfully and with each beat of my heart I filled the lycans sturdy backside with my semen.
I released the loudest roar at my disposal as I shot my wad. Orgasms are easily the best part of being a lycan, there are so many sensations and emotions firing all at once that when you give them focus, a direction, it's truly draining.
I all but collapsed on Adrian, he was still whining with every shot from my cock, which came so forcefully it probably scored his freshly raped bowels. Another thing he'd learn to adapt to, lycans ejaculate for about quarter of an hour.
I had to show him, I had to convey the feeling. Flexibility is another wonderful asset, arching my spine bought my maw right next to Adrian's pulsing wolfhood. It was plump and long, a cock to be proud of but the knot hadn't fattened up yet, probably due to the pain of his first time.
I drooled onto his crotch covering his fine meat with my hot saliva; the drool covers the course hairs on my tongue matting it down into a wet velvet sponge. A sponge that I bathed my new prize with.
Adrian's claws dug into my bed as I planted my muzzle firmly around his shaft, anointing his length with several hundred years of experience. He tried to ram his hips up, to conquer my throat but my impaler kept his hips firmly where I wanted them.
A lot of time had been spent sucking cock and although these days I'm more of the receiver I was happy to share my knowledge. Within minutes there were no problems with thickness and the bulge of his knot was spreading my lips so I let it slip and concentrated on his shaft. My jaw can stretch pretty wide but I didn't want to take the chance of being drowned. If his panting, drooling and aroused whining were any indication the shaft was just fine. The taste was alive in my mouth, not as subtle or salty as human semen, as I worked his sappy knob I felt I could almost taste his whole being, sweat and cum, lust, anguish; it was all there being absorbed through my taste buds from his cock.
The young werewolf was close now, I dropped the rest of him from my jaw and watched him steam and drip against his stomach. Those big golden wolf eyes stared at me, pleaded.
I felt merciful. Quickly I masturbated the lycan with my thick tongue. I worked it and curled it, testing, teasing. Down his shaft from the ridged, flared tip, down around his bloated knot, down past the thinnest below the knot under his coiled sheath, wetly slapping his balls, my tongue only stopping when it met my own buried haft. And then I did it again and again till he almost ripped himself off my knot, and the scrotum I was slathering over, wrenched. So I stood up to watch the show.
Adrian's engorged cock shuddered and pulsed. The first creamy shot exploded from his straining tip, painting like high velocity blood splatter on the wall only thicker and off white. Since he wasn't confined or restrained that huge lycan cock bobbed and danced around splattering ejaculate every which way, thick white globules painted the wall, the bed. His impressive torso and lycan head thickly matted with his own spendings and sweat.
Deep inside his ass my cock was being pressured by the amount of cum I had seeded him with, I know he felt the pressure as well, hell it had broken through the vacuum seal of his sphincter, lubing its escape route around my shaft.
So we just sat there and finished our climaxes, panting lustily and barely conscious, he groaned as I wrapped my lips around his sensitive, still shooting tip and he repaid me by painting my tonsils with his thick jism. His inhuman cream had a pungent, meaty flavor. Most desirable, I had to tease him with my tongue before he groaned again and gave me another sample. I had to wonder if his balls were aching as much as mine were.
My knot was going down too slowly, too accustomed to Adrian's rectum, I yanked it from him, like a plug from it's rightful socket but he only whimpered this time as my cum followed a new exit and soaked the sheets under his thick thighs, evacuated from deep within his bowels where trace amounts would probably last for weeks. I took a step back and closed my eyes willing my deflating shaft to hurry and return to my sheath. Then my eyes rocketed open and I gasped. Adrian had latched his lips around my shaft and was suckling me like a newborn at a tit. Hungrily he drank in my taste in some sort of post mating frenzy. When it didn't feed him any more he released my startled flesh and lapped at his own body, drinking his own cum from his body. He leaned over, cleaning his cock off and urged it back to its sheath before his tongue worked down and found his ass.
I was astounded; most lycans are unconscious by this time. I gaped and crouched to watch what he was spending so much of his time on and was astounded again. Adrian was bent almost in half, his chin rested on his scrotum and he was sticking his long tongue straight up his ass, driving past his loosened sphincter lapping at the pool of semen I had deposited there. For ten minutes he strained at his ass, possibly some of the most erotic minutes of my life and then the madness left his eyes and he fell back, drained form the experiences and I went down on him stealing all he missed of himself, around his throat, face. I feasted on his fragrant ejaculate, cleaning his sodden fur with my tongue, bathing his crotch.
He didn't complain this time; he was barely awake enough to, as I penetrated again. My tongue isn't as rough anyway.
I searched around, but the pup was quite an adept cleaner, I could barely taste myself, I opened my jaw wide, pressing far forward, more, further. I found myself and grinned a lycan grin. I slurped my tongue back down my throat and looked up. Adrian was watching me, so I slowed the retreat, watching his reaction as my whole sopping muscle withdrew from him leaving a slimy trail of saliva. He collapsed and I was tempted to leave him there.
I grunted and heaved Adrian to his feet, who whined a whine of frustration as I led him from the room, away from the smell of fresh hot sex, out into the tunnels.
Kane and Bale were sitting on a broken pillar, still in their human forms; their apprentices sat waiting at their feet. Kane sniffed the air and laughed "First full moon fuck, aye?"
One of the werewolves turned and sniffed also, intrigued, the other was female and I could have sworn she rolled her eyes.
Bale and the curious werewolf strode over. And I went to check out the two new charges, the male was pretty average not even two moons new, he walked past me. The female was impressive, large for a bitch with an air of strength. "We're breeding" Said Kane "Actually trying for a pup" I looked at him; I knew the statistics, slim to none. Her nipples ran the length of her belly, about twelve which was pretty much the maximum litter, her slit was tight but I could tell she was in heat. The cunt is so close to the anus on werewolf bitches that when some of the less experienced males take on the females they often find out the hard way how close together they are.
Bale ran his hand down Adrian's flank down and off between his buttocks. Adrian sat there submissively; he knew what alphas were now. Bale sniffed his fingers and turned an eye on me, grinning slyly. "Some prime meat here Zak, make the most of it or someone else will"
Adrian yelped drawing my attention back to him, someone already was. The other Lycan had taken the direct approach and licked clean up Adrians backside and without so much as a grunt, mounted him.
I went to separate the pair but Kane placed a retraining palm on my shoulder "Wait, I want to see how this turns out"
Bale's charge wrapped his forepaws around Adrians torso, the aptly named mating clamp, and started his search, thrusting his hips, looking for a place to park his rod.
But this wasn't another alpha and Adrian wasn't just going to sit there and take it. He bit down on one of the arms holding him, hard. The other lycan yelped and as soon as the clamp was broken Adrian threw the other lycan off, growling and posturing. He wasn't an alpha yet, but he also wasn't anyone's bitch, I was proud.
Bale picked up his charge by the scruff of the neck and shook his head. "Good choice, Zak. Always pick the best ones, just like Matar"
For the full moons three days I trained Adrian's beast, to walk, gesture, to feel paths and places.
I rode him each day of the full moon and he learnt to accept but now the sway of the moon would leave me a human until the next full moon, more teaching would be needed.
I woke up on fire; well I assumed I was on fire, everything burned at any rate. My muscles, organs, flesh, all in pain.
My bed was lumpy and rough so I rolled off and ended up on the concrete. Then my nose started working, a million scants assaulted me, ranging from pleasant to awful, the floor was covered in a series of stains. Pattern of fluids I had no wish of finding. It wasn't my room.
I lay there for a while on the floor, finding my bearings. I was naked and filthy, sore. There were a number of cuts and bruises across my frame, no memory of where they were from. A door was on the edge of my vision field, big, iron maybe.
I struggled to my feet like I was walking for the first time. I tried the door but it wouldn't budge. The bed snored and I whirled.
What I had presumed was a lumpy headboard was in fact a giant beast; it was large, dark, rippling with muscles in the dim light, covered in rough, short fur. I felt like I had been looking at it my whole life. It rolled, scratched, stretched. I still didn't know what to do.
A lazy golden eye locked onto me and the beast sighed.
It only took minutes for the large shaggy head to shrink and become less grizzled. Bones crackled and crunched, the skin paled and softened, paws became hands and feet, muscles followed a typical human frame, very chiseled and pronounced.
"Hey" he said at last, cracking the last of his bones "My name's Zak, you're Adrian right?"
I nodded dumbly and he laughed at me "Still a bit behind, huh?"
I nodded again, gaping
"We met a week or so ago in the maintenance tunnels, I was like that, you were like you were, just with clothes on"
"You-you're a werewolf"
"Yeah, a Lycan"
"You bit me"
He grinned "Yeah Last night I fucked you too. It was great"
"But" I stammered and blushed "I'm not like that" I grew angry suddenly "You raped me, you fuck"
"Maybe before I changed you"
"What do you mean changed?"
"You were here a week, you think that bite I gave you would heal in a week? You're as furry as I am"
I ran a hand over my blemish free neck
"As I was saying you're preferences probably changed with your body, maybe you might have been reluctant, but last night you almost begged me to fuck you."
"I-I don't remember last night"
"Over time you'll remember the change, it's a mental defense thing"
"I don't believe you"
"Denial. You'll get over that too. Especially when you wake up with a lycan cock planted firmly up your ass"
My mind whirled; connections spun inside my skull but amounted to nothing. I found myself staring at his naked form as if I could remember the taste and feel of it. Somehow my body remembered him, different yet the same.
"I need to leave, now"
He cocked his head at me and rose to his feet, padding across room and I slunk out of the way. I didn't need to, he was flaccid and unthreatening, but just minutes ago he was a beast, a fucking werewolf for god's sake. He put his hand on the door and turned to me. "Where do you intend to go?"
"Home, just away from here"
"Do you know how to get there? Do you even know where we are?"
I was jolted, no idea at all
"We're five stories below the lowest subway train"
Oh shit
"In between that and ground level, there are hundreds of lycans just like you, still getting over their beasts"
I licked my dry lips, "How so?"
He turned on me "You still feel it, the beast inside you, his feelings, his desires" his lips locked onto mine and I couldn't struggle, I could barely stop myself from melting into his mouth.
Only at his discretion the kiss broke "Hundreds of lycans who didn't get any last night will be hot on the sweet scent trail of sex and with no one to protect you you'll probably accept the first few, until there are too many for you to handle. It's why every new lycan is a charge. I've seen new lycans pack fucked to death" He paused "and it took a little self control not to join in"
There was no lie in his voice, he didn't need one, and I could feel right now what he was talking about. Even if he had raped me, dozens would try to as I got lost looking for an exit. But the thoughts, the dark desires his words conjured, it left us both hard and breathing heavily.
Zak guided me by the tips of my fingers back to bed. My heart thundered as he sat there, stretching his thighs. I knew what he wanted. I knew that I wanted it. But the human in me wasn't convinced. Until he spoke "In here with me, under your own control. Or powerless, out there with scores of hungry beasts"
I dropped to my knees before him and tentatively leaned forward. His smell was intoxicating, thick and musty. I still didn't know what to do, as far as cocks go this was the first I'd seen outside of the family. It was big, maybe nine inches the thick head poked out of his blanket of foreskin, calling to me. I knew I was supposed to suck it but I couldn't yet bring myself to.
I tasted him, a single lick of my tongue across the fragrant cock head...
Something happened; suddenly he was working his way down my throat. I choked. How? I was just tasting him psyching myself, did he try something? No, his hands were clutching the sheets. It was my head that was furiously bobbing unaided, slathering saliva as I tried to take him all. I had lost minutes of time. Between the first taste and deep throating, all gone. I felt a fire in the pit of my stomach. The beast had stolen my inhibitions away, as I accepted this the memories returned. The first taste, the teasing, slowly working him into my mouth. The beast knew that both Zak and I were ready for the next step. If I denied it I would find myself impaled with more burnt memories. I suddenly learnt that anything the beast wanted would be fought for, I would have to bargain to equal him or I would be forever slave to his desires.
I gagged and sucked Zak from my throat "I'm ready now"
His eyes locked on mine "You are something else; usually it is the beast that asks"
That pressure was building, was he purposely stalling to see what would happen, the beast withdrew slightly at my reasoning, Zak was in charge here. If he was stalling then sex was stalling.
Zak stood up and I followed suit "Hands and knees"
I paused for a second but complied dropping to all fours on the rough, stained concrete. Zak checked every part of me, running his hands over my chest, across my stomach, feeling, testing. He held my cock for a moment, felt my balls, and stroked my thighs. He smelled me as he went, inhaling my scent at various locations. All throughout I watched him, craning my neck to observe his progress. His hands were like burning brands, claiming ownership wherever they landed. My breathing was becoming more worked, labored; now those hands worked on my back, feeling the contours of my shoulders, my spine, fingertips delicately roving the mounds of my asscheeks. I was panting, a real bitch in heat. I watched my legs spread, inviting another man to pleasure himself. Not a word I had uttered yet my body pleaded for him to take me, the beast agreed, spurned me on.
Boiling streams of saliva flowed from Zaks mouth 'oh' I thought 'so he can turn that on and off' no man could drool so much, down it flowed across, my back, more accurate as he aimed it down the cleft of my ass, a burning wet fluid that soaked into my spread buttocks, making my hole pucker in delight at the sensation.
He turned the drools attention to his hand, using that hand to liberally coat his cock, masturbating the thick flesh with his oral byproduct until it gleamed, dripping with excess.
I was drooling too, the beast wanted him back in my mouth but we both knew that to really please our alpha that flesh would take a different route.
Zak drew out my penetration, poking and sliding his fat cock around my saliva slickened crack, studiously avoiding my entrance until the beast melted my heterosexual exterior and I begged him to fuck me. Then and only then did he slip inside, slowly, as if it were his first time as well.
The first instant, when the rubbery head encouraged my opening, it felt remarkably nice. Then that instant was gone and he began to pressure my rear. Still I didn't take my eyes from him as he violated me. I would not have accepted this as a human but there were two willings against my reluctant. I shifted uncomfortably and he slipped losing the previous progress and growled "I'm going slowly for you"
"It's my first time, it hurts"
"You're a lycan, you heal fast. It'll hurt forever, every time will be your first time" He started again, soft, slow. The beast inside me rose, wanted to push back, knew that the quicker the pain went the quicker pleasure would start.
With a jolt his huge cock head was finally accepted by my sphincter. "Fuck" A normal human cock was causing so much pain, he said he had fucked me as a lycan, I didn't even want to guess how big he was then, I was in agony just taking this, god damn it hurt, he was pushing the shaft into me, still slow and methodical. I realized that I wanted him to fuck me as well as my beast, my beast could channel this mating pain and make it better for us both, I just had to let him. I did, I slipped a fraction of control to the beast and it all changed. Suddenly the slick hard shaft burned my insides with lust; my hole quit trying to reject the invading phallus and instead sucked for more of him.
"Fuck me already, you werewolf son-of-a-bitch"
He paused "Excuse me?"
"Please, just fuck me"
"Like this" he plunged deep, a loud thwack as our skin and his balls met together. It hurt, wonderfully.
"Yes, harder, fuck me" I got out through clenched teeth.
He began to pummel my ass, really working his cock into me. A tiny fragment of my original humanity was disgusted, I was kneeling, all fours on the dirt covered dungeon floor, pushing my ass back at a savagely sawing cock, begging for more.
I was barely aware over the haze of lust as Zak bought his frame to mine, resting his sweat covered torso against my equally slick spine, the position I somehow knew, allowed deeper penetration. His arms held my torso, a death grip to wrench me back even harder onto him, forcing his hips to bruise my buttocks every time his iron cock thrust into my rectum.
I don't know how long he worked my insides over. Maybe an hour, enough time for his saliva to dry up. That was when it turned raw. His fucking became rougher, painful over the haze. If Zak felt anything, he didn't let up; he had become a machine, a ruthless mating machine, tearing my ass with renewed fever.
He panted against the back of my neck as he fucked; his jolting body plastered his unkempt hair against the sensitive skin between my shoulders.
Zak growled, inhumanly behind me and I began to worry for my safety, he was becoming more beastial, more feral every time he plumbed my depths. Pain was spreading to other parts of my body; to accompany the tearing of my dry anus Zak was digging his fingernails into my chest, tearing thin lines along my pectorals. I only flinched when he rested his mouth on my shoulder, feverishly licking the muscles around my collar bone but it was nothing, so forceful was his rutting that even the hairs on his stomach were tearing at me, the friction heating our sweat into a lather.
I screamed. It was to my great horror that I orgasmed when Zak bit into my shoulder, pain had knotted and reformed thanks to my beast, it had gotten me off. Even as the blood flowed down my chest my anus clenched and my prostate jerked bringing Zak into the orgasm with me. His sperm was boiling hot as it seethed into my rectum, burning my colon as his cock vomited into my depth. It was still a liquid, it still soothed and lubricated, but hot to the touch. Later I learned it was because a lycans body temperature regulates far higher than a human one revealing two interesting facts, a lycans balls hang lower and their sperm feels like napalm.
The brute held my body captive as he fed his hot seed to me. I cringed and grunted as Zak's fingers alternately bore into my chest, he was kind enough to release my neck from his teeth; he seemed to be purring in the afterglow.
Long minutes of waiting ensured as Zak's formidable phallus deflated inside my conquered bowels. Still he latched onto me, even as he shrunk to a size where his acid semen flowed from me down to the floor to join my own. He waited until his cock was so flaccid that my anus simply rejected him, an oddly fluid feeling as the soft flesh was pushed out by spasming rectal muscles.
Ownership, I realized, he was claiming his ownership of me. He released my torso and walked up my length, wiping his slime covered penis along the length of my body, a trail of fire. Then I was free. For a while I just sat there and absorbed the emotions as my rectal walls absorbed his generous deposit. I stood up like I was ninety years old expecting torn muscles and broken bones but as I reached full standing there was only an initial tweak and the pain was gone. My neck and chest were pasted with blood but there were no scratches to confirm it, no bite mark.
I looked at the sizeable pool of my spent cum but my balls didn't ache at all.
"Amazing isn't it? What our bodies can do?" Zaks words were a cracking whip "After all that I just fucked you with, all the cum that I gave you, I can do it all again within the hour. Even now I can feel the renewed pull of your tight body"
I looked over his languidly stretched body. His hair was long and dark, tangled. His face was sharp but his eyes were soft maybe Irish partly. His body was an athletes dream, it was all hard defined muscles, not bulging but you could tell by looking that he was an impressive person. His limp cock rested on one thigh, as impressive as the rest of him, thick meat shielded by a thick foreskin, eight or nine inches long hanging over a huge wrinkled scrotum. His pubic hair matted with excess ejaculate. I wanted to much to suck him and make him hard for my ass again, or was it the beast. I didn't know.
"Come here, lie with me" he locked eyes with me and I couldn't resist. I lay and pressed my back to his torso, he was the prefect fit to my body nestling hard against me his flaccidness resting in the cleft of my ass but he didn't try for anything.
We slept.
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