Epilogue #3
He held me to his mouth like a fucking snack, and it was mind-blowingly hot.
Davidson gave the word manhandling completely new meaning.
I couldn’t relax in the most awkward position I’d ever experienced.
If he dropped me, I’d surely dislocate my shoulders.
But then he licked deeper, his humming noises reaching into my guts, and I let go.
My Master would never let me fall or hurt myself.
When I relaxed, the sensations got even better, my ass leaked more slick, and Davidson’s sounds turned wilder.
At first, I felt it in my ass. His tongue was suddenly reaching deeper than should be anatomically possible. It pressed on my gland and wiggled, making me shout. Then his claws dug into the soft skin of my thighs. The air in the room moved as if someone had turned on a fan. His wings.
Davidson had half-shifted.
I tried to stop my orgasm, but it was too late. Davidson’s tongue slithered inside me, and my lower body began throbbing, my hole pulsating, and cock twitching. My cum flew through the air and splattered all over the bedcover underneath me.
My Master growled. I didn’t have time to mourn the loss of his tongue. With a minor adjustment of his grip on my legs, he pulled me onto his erection as easily as if I were a toy.
I screamed.
In this form, his cock was about an inch longer, the head thicker, and the ridges so defined I felt them pop inside me one by one.
“My little fuckhole. You’re so tight. Been a long time since I took you like this, hm? I’ve been neglecting you.”
He moved me up and down, burrowing deeper, and my orgasm flared again even as I expected pain any moment.
When he pulled me down faster, his cockhead punched into an oversensitive spot deep inside me. I wailed from the sudden sting, but it made me come even harder, dissolving into warm tingles.
“Yeah. Suck on my dick, my little fuckhole. You feel so nice when you come.”
And then he really fucked me.
The thick cuffs didn’t chafe, but I felt the strain in my arms and shoulders when he moved me up and down his monstrous cock.
His wings sent the curtains swinging. When I closed my eyes, I could imagine we were making love while flying through the endless skies.
He folded me in half, my back against his chest, holding me under my knees, and dropped me onto his dick over and over.
From this angle, the invasion felt surreal, like he was digging into my guts and stretching them out into absurd dimensions. I came again. Then once more.
By the time he unclipped the carabiners and lowered me onto the bed, I couldn’t move my limbs. My husband wasn’t done with me, though. He spread my legs and sheathed himself in me again, claws scraping down my sides and teeth sinking into my shoulder.
My beloved monster.
I melted into the mattress and let him use me, reveling in the distinct smell of cum and sweat that permeated the sheets.
“You’re twitching, my fuckhole. You had enough?”
“Never.”
He laughed darkly and sped up, pounding into my splayed body. Wet slaps and squelching noises filled the room. I couldn’t tell if I orgasmed anymore or not. My body seemed to be disconnected from my brain. But when his cum filled me, I felt it. The contentment reached all the way into my heart.
“There. That should be enough cock even for a lusty whore like you.”
He pulled out and spread my ass cheeks, and I knew he was looking at my cum-stained opening.
With how stretched I was, he was staring right into me, at my raw flesh.
I wanted to push and clench, but I couldn’t.
Everything back there still buzzed with confused pleasure, and I was unable to control my muscles.
Davidson kissed my rim, then licked. He was cleaning me up, licking his own cum off me.
I sighed.
Even though I didn’t want to, I fell asleep within seconds.
A groan roused me from a heated, confusing dream. Disoriented, I looked around. I lay in the middle of the bed, uncovered, and Davidson knelt above me. He was stroking his cock, fast, looking at my body.
“Just in time,” he rasped.
He came all over me. His hot cum sprayed my stomach and chest, and a few drops landed on my face. He collected the cum with his fingers and fed it to me, drop by drop.
“Lick my hand clean.”
Even half-asleep, I obeyed. I always obeyed my Master.
After that, he rolled me onto my side, shoved his half-hard dick into me, and told me to sleep again.
I grinned. It would be difficult, but I would fall asleep eventually. I thought of how he’d jerked off watching me sleep and gradually drifted until I wasn’t sure if it had been a dream or not.
Sometime during the night, he fucked me wrapped in his arms, kissing my neck and shoulder, whispering filthy nothings into my ear. I was sore and overstimulated and simply ecstatic. I’d be full of his precious cum in the morning.
Davidson
I woke up to the scent of fresh coffee and butter. Peeling my eyes open, I stretched and noticed a tray on the nightstand. Coffee, a croissant, and a glass of juice.
Leo knelt by the bed, head bent, waiting.
He was naked, wearing only his collar. And he was just breathtaking.
Skin glowing, cheeks still pink from all the fucking, traces from my teeth at the base of his throat, and lips puffy from biting kisses…
And the serene expression on his face—as if kneeling for me was his life’s greatest dream come true.
How long had he been waiting? Devoted, trusting, and eager to please me. Leo changed into the most subservient and docile version of himself when we had sex, and I adored it. The complete power he’d given me made me feel immortal. In return, I gave him peace and pleasure. So much pleasure.
Without saying anything, I sat on the edge of the bed and dragged Leo’s face to my groin.
I held him by his hair with one hand, and with the other, I sipped my coffee and checked my phone.
Leo sucked and licked my dick in the meantime, nice and slow, so I could eat and drink at the same time.
Only when I finished my breakfast did he work to make me come, sucking me deep and gagging prettily.
His hips rolled in time with his vigorous sucks.
He was close himself, but I didn’t want him to come yet.
I pulled his head away, and as he stared at me pleadingly, flushed and desperate, I painted his face with my seed.
Knowing what my husband liked, I slapped him across his cum-stained face a few times, not hard enough to leave any marks but enough for it to sting a little.
Leo was panting with arousal.
“You’ve been so good, my dear husband. You deserve the biggest reward.”
Realizing what I meant, Leo sucked in a breath.
A minute later, that dildo was attached to the stool. It was a replica of a dragon knot, marketed mostly to adventurous humans but fabricated by a shifter-owned company.
It took Leo a long time because it’d been a few months since we’d last done this. I lounged on the bed and watched as he struggled to take the entire toy. When he finally sat, he was flushed all over, his cock standing to attention, the jewel at the tip gleaming.
“Good boy. So good. You have a nice, big hole.”
Then I lowered myself onto the floor in front of him.
“You can come if you want, omega.” I sucked his cock to the hilt and swallowed around it.
Braced on my shoulders, Leo rocked and wriggled, impaling himself on the toy while fucking my mouth.
He was so loud. He came shouting, and I swallowed everything, grateful for every little drop of my mate’s pleasure.
For the rest of the morning, we sweated in the sauna and lounged by the pool. I massaged Leo’s back and feet and kissed his swollen, used rim—not to arouse him but to soothe. He almost fell asleep again.
After lunch, he got a little restless, looking at the clock often.
“Are you worried we’ll be late?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Sorry. I’m being stupid. Manny messaged everything’s fine, and we still have a couple more hours.”
“But you want to go get Rufus already?”
Leo sighed. “I don’t want to cut our time short.”
I could see it in his eyes. “But you miss him.”
“It’s silly.”
“No, it’s not. I miss him too. Let’s go get him.”
“Are you sure?” His tone was hesitant, but his eyes lit up.
“Absolutely. If he falls asleep tonight at a reasonable hour, I’ll spank and fuck you over the bathroom counter.”
Laughing, Leo pecked my lips. “Back to furtive married sex?”
“Are you complaining?” I raised my eyebrows. “Because if you are, I could always pull out the riding crop.”
Leo bit his lower lip. “It would be a fitting punishment for cutting our alone time short.”
“I decide on your punishments, omega. Now go dress.”
My mate kissed my cheek and caressed my beard before darting upstairs, taking the steps two at a time.
Half an hour later, we were parked by the Bracknell house. Leo held Rufus in his arms, nuzzling him and laughing when our son head-butted him in an attempt to give him a kiss.
Manny stood next to me, a knowing smile on his face.
“First time is always the hardest, but Rufus was a darling. He felt a little sorry for himself in the evening, but that was because he’d spent half of the day running with the twins and was exhausted.
He slept all night. I suspect the separation was more difficult for Leo than for Rufus. ”
“Probably,” I admitted. “But I kept him distracted.”
Chuckling, Manny patted my arm. “I bet you did. In any case, I’ll gladly take him again when you need some alone time.”
“Thank you so much, Manny. It means a lot.”
“Nah.” He waved a hand in the air dismissively. “As if it’s a sacrifice on my side. You’d think after thirteen grandchildren, I’d be over the baby fever, but apparently not.” He gave a soft scoff, shaking his head. “Leo, would you like some tea?” he called.
Leo hiked Rufus up onto his hip and turned to us. “We don’t want to intrude. I’m sure you want your house back.”
“Nonsense. Come in.”
Rufus fell asleep in my arms when we sat on the patio outside, drinking tea with Manny and his husband, Cyrus.
“Lawrie and Ernest were here yesterday, and the twins kept Rufus entertained. It was really no bother,” Manny was saying to Leo, who leaned on my arm, shifting closer to our son.
Cyrus looked at Leo and me over the rim of his cup. “And are you planning another one soon?”
It was an intimate question, but since Rufus was born, we’d become close with the Bracknells. Manny had adopted Leo with the same protective affection he aimed at his sons-in-law, and Leo basked in it. For the first time in his adult life, my mate was getting the fatherly love he deserved.
I looked at my husband. I wouldn’t answer Cyrus’s question because it wasn’t up to me. Leo knew where I stood. If I had my way, he’d be pregnant all the time, popping one baby after another.
My mate was blushing, his eyes pinned on our son. Then he briefly glanced at me and grinned.
He said only one word, loud and sure: “Yes.”
The End