Chapter Two #4
It was too much. Brandon exploded with a feral grunt, his hard cock flexing in Pax’s constricting hole, shooting his seed deep inside his channel. Every spout had Pax going wild, arching and bucking as he screamed through his climax.
Brandon had never seen anything more gorgeous. He pressed his coming glans into Pax’s prostate, drenching it in his essence, marking him. This was fleeting and would end before the sun rose, but Brandon didn’t care. He wanted Pax to be his.
Out of his mind with the force of his orgasm, he gave himself over to the fantasy, his cock painting Pax’s insides while he thought of possessing him in every sense of the word.
He finished with a deep groan, Pax going lax under him.
Like before, Brandon found that he was not done, still hard and pulsing. This wasn’t over.
It took two nudges to Pax’s prostate and a word of encouragement to have him climaxing again. Brandon, consumed by the sex magic flowing through Pax, followed him over the edge. It was as filthy as it was delicious. Pax’s smooth, wet hole massaged Brandon through his orgasm, draining him.
Brandon didn’t stop. Again and again, he brought Pax to completion, then spilled inside his gorgeous ass. He hadn’t come this many times since he was nineteen and even then not in such quick succession.
When Pax’s convulsions slowed once more, Brandon drummed his prostate. Perhaps this would be their last climax. He couldn’t have much more in him, and so he gave it his all, humping Pax mercilessly. Driving into that heavenly tightness was everything.
Pax gasped and went taut as a bow, his hole squeezing Brandon with a vengeance. “I… I’m g-going to… I can’t stop it…”
Pax was going to orgasm. Brandon wanted nothing more than to see him dissolve in euphoric bliss. Pax, a vise grip on Brandon, came with a rapturous sob, and a pair of ice blue wings sprouted from his back.
Brandon went mad with desire. Seeing the evidence of Pax’s pleasure was the pinnacle of satisfaction. It broke his mind.
“I love you,” Pax moaned, and Brandon came with the force of a tidal wave.
Nothing existed but Pax climaxing on his coming cock, bathing him in an ecstasy he’d never known.
He was in paradise. Nothing felt better than Pax brought to rapture by his cock, contracting around him.
He gripped his hips hard enough to bruise, his cock spurting endlessly into Pax’s convulsing hole.
When the aftershocks rolled through them, Pax was face down on the table, his pale blue, translucent wings reflecting every ray of light that hit them in a rainbow of colors.
Goosebumps raced over Brandon. His cock throbbed.
This was sacred. Pax had invited him into this special moment, his lithe body disclosing his immeasurable pleasure.
Suddenly, Brandon couldn’t bear not seeing his face.
They both winced when he pulled out, the separation almost physically painful. Careful so as not to touch or hurt Pax’s delicate wings, he turned him around on the table. Pax sighed when Brandon eased back in, connecting them in the way they were meant to be.
Pax propped himself up on shaky arms, his eyes big and glassy. “Does this make you happy?”
Brandon smiled, warmth blossoming in his chest. “So much.” He leaned in, capturing Pax’s lips in a tender kiss. Pax opened, his tongue meeting his.
Brandon committed every second to memory.
Soon, it would be over, and he’d be alone in his hut, waiting for winter to pass.
He hoped he would be happier for having been gifted with Pax for one night, but the piercing pain in his heart told him the opposite was true.
He’d grieve having lost what had only been his for an evening.
Pax quaked as they parted. He cupped Brandon’s face, thumb stroking along his cheekbone. “If this has made you happy, will you let me stay?”
A slow convulsion rolled through them, temporarily impairing Brandon’s mental faculties.
“Stay?” Brandon asked, not quite understanding.
“I’ve watched you for a long time. You were always sad, but I knew I could make you happy.
It’s my fate to make humans happy. Well, one human.
I want to make you happy. I know I can. When I first saw you brooding as you chopped wood in the sun, I knew I was born out of that flower for you.
So that I could be your happiness.” Pax’s eyes unfocused as he undulated.
“Sorry,” he panted, “I can’t stop once my wings have shown.
I’ll keep coming… and… and you will too…
just pull out if you… if you don’t want it… it’ll stop… for you…”
Pull out? And miss those sweet contractions bound to milk him to the last drop? He wouldn’t dream of it.
Brandon rocked his hips and drove his cockhead into Pax’s pulsing gland. Pax seized as his release hit, dragging Brandon with him. Brandon groaned. His inner muscles contracted, drawing the cum from his balls. He spilled deep inside Pax, drenching him in spouts of seed.
“You’re not leaving?” Brandon asked when he’d caught himself, heart hammering, still not quite understanding.
“Leaving?” Pax blinked, clearing the orgasmic haze. He swallowed. “Only if you make me. I don’t want to leave.”
Pax didn’t want to leave. Pax was asking him for permission to stay, to be with him. On this longest night of the year, the sun in Brandon’s life was reborn. He leaned in and kissed Pax, slow and deliberate.
“Stay,” Brandon said against his lips. “Please stay.”
Pax’s smile was radiant, and all of a sudden, Brandon couldn’t stand the idea of not having him in his bed.
He wrapped his arms around Pax’s hips and lifted him, Pax’s legs closing around him, and he carried him over to the bed.
With utmost care, their bodies still intimately connected, he deposited him on the mattress, smoothing down any creases he feared might hurt Pax’s wings.
But Pax lay down unconcerned, his wings spreading out on each side of the mattress, stretching the width of the bed.
God, they were gorgeous, all shades of pale blue arranged in symmetrical patterns.
“Touch my wings,” Pax said quietly, his cheeks pink.
“It won’t hurt you?” Brandon asked, concern swinging in his voice. Harming Pax was the last thing he wanted to do.
“Not if you’re careful.” He was almost shy now.
Brandon nodded. He was going to be so tender, so cautious.
Slowly, very slowly, he brought his fingertips to Pax’s wings.
The second he brushed the ethereal membrane, Pax keened and arched, his hole convulsing around Brandon, cum spilling from his cock.
The sight of him coming undone was enough to send Brandon over the edge.
He grunted as he creamed Pax’s clenching walls, struggling to maintain his cautiously hovering position as pleasure washed over him. His cock jolted as he unloaded into Pax’s thrashing form, spurt for spurt filling him up. Ecstasy seized him, his soul soaring. Coming inside Pax was incomparable.
“Your wings are sensitive,” Brandon muttered when his ability to speak returned.
“Very.”
Brandon regarded the fine, almost invisible lines dissecting Pax’s wings, separating the various shades of blue.
He watched every reaction as he trailed a fingertip from near Pax’s back outward.
Pax shuddered, his lips parted, his eyes closed, and he came again, beautifully squirting his release onto his stomach.
Brandon, sustained by Pax’s magic, groaned as he emptied inside him.
Nothing felt better than pumping his seed into Pax.
It was hard to believe how sensitive Pax was, how gorgeously he reacted to the smallest stimulus, climaxing with nothing but the briefest touch to his wings.
Tensing his core muscles, Brandon held himself hovering, reaching out with both hands. He came down with his fingertips on both sides, and the moment he made contact, Pax cried out, squirming on the bed, his cock adding to the mess on his stomach, his insides constricting and releasing.
Brandon paid his own orgasm no mind. Pax’s pleasure had his undivided attention. Tentatively, he brought his fingertips down again, provoking another eruption. There was nothing more alluring, more sacred than making Pax give himself over.
Brandon ran his fingertips over the delicate membrane, and Pax’s wings twitched and flexed.
“P-Please… I…” was all Pax got out before his cock and hole burst into another orgasm.
His fringe was soaked, plastered to his brow, his eyes glassy and unseeing. He was lost to the world.
Brandon played with him, brushing his knuckles over him, and Pax writhed on the sheets, a lazy sluice of cum sloshing onto his stomach.
Brandon followed him over the brink. All he wanted was to drive Pax into a state of total, oblivious euphoria.
Every small contact sparked a new surge that carried Pax higher and higher.
Shaky little whines streamed out of him each time Brandon coated his insides with his seed.
Brandon touched the tops of Pax’s wings, tracing his fingers over the edges, the two of them shivering through another climax.
Sweat slicked their skin; their breathing was quick and uneven. Brandon kissed Pax, wings wafer-thin under his fingertips, quivering at every touch.
“You feel… incredible…” Brandon whispered. He was floating on a cloud of bliss, one orgasm melding into the next. No wonder pixies were known for the pleasure they gave. He was drunk on a heady concoction of lust and affection, and he poured himself into Pax.
He rolled his hips, sliding his cock through Pax, bumping his crown into his gland.
Pax let out a broken shout, and when Brandon, kissing his jaw, brought his hands, fingers spread wide, into full contact with Pax’s wings, they rapidly beat against the bedding.
Pax constricted, choking Brandon’s cock in a vise grip.
The sudden, mind-breaking pressure had him gasping for air. Pax cried out, thrashed, and came with the force of a battering ram, powerfully contracting on Brandon, taking him with him.
The pull was irresistible. Brandon threw his head back, everything narrowing to the place where he was joined with Pax, where he was going to mark him, claiming him.
His cock jerked violently as he erupted into orgasm, the world falling apart around him as he came with utter abandon, unleashing inside Pax, drenching him in his cum.
Every muscle in his loins twitched in an all-consuming climax.
“You’re mine,” Brandon ground out between lustful contractions, teeth clenched until Pax convulsed in surrender, whispering a breathless “Yes.”
It was the last thing he heard before he, spouting one final time, passed out in thoroughly satisfied exhaustion.