Epilogue #2
Whether it’s Reese’s hands or the shadow’s, I’m not even sure. But one of them grabs me by the ankles and hauls me back.
We once played a game where the shadows blindfolded me and I had to guess which one of them was touching me, them or Reese.
I came twice.
And since then, Reese has gotten even better at making both of their touches feel the same.
I keep fighting, trying to crawl forward as the same hands—or maybe different ones—grab my ass.
Turning my head, I peer over my shoulder and barely get a glimpse of Reese spreading my cheeks and staring hungrily at my hole before the shadows shove the side of my face into the sheets.
They wrap around my wrists and pull them up over my head, holding me in place.
Reese’s tongue sweeps all the way from my balls up my crease, and a strangled moan leaves my throat. I’m utterly powerless as he does it again and again.
Well, not really. But I may as well be.
His warm, wet tongue swirls around my rim, applying pressure. He buries his face between my cheeks, going at me as eagerly as the first time he rimmed me. And every other time since.
I may have awakened a monster.
I let myself give into it, sinking into the bed and not even attempting to hold back my moans and whimpers and whatever else kind of noises are coming out of me. My cock is trapped beneath me, but all I’m focused on is the pleasure Reese’s mouth is giving me.
It’s gone too soon, but when it’s replaced by slick fingers pressing inside me, my body shivers in anticipation.
“Fuck, I’m never leaving this ass for three days again.”
“Just my ass?” The words come out mumbled, but I can’t be bothered to give a fuck. “What, are you going to take it with you?”
Somehow, he understands me.
“If I have to.”
He fucks me roughly with his fingers long enough that everything starts to feel wonderfully fuzzy.
The shadows around my wrists wrap their way up my arms, feeling like silky rope.
Then, without warning, Reese’s fingers are gone, and the shadows pull, dragging me further onto the bed so that Reese can settle between my legs behind me.
It reminds me to fight against them, even though, despite all my struggling, they barely stir.
Reese grips my ass with one hand, spreading my cheeks again. Then his cock is there, the blunt head of it rubbing up and down my crease, smearing around lube, teasing my hole.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, my cock’s going to be the only thing you can think about in your next meeting.”
Like it’s already not?
And why the fuck would that be a threat?
But he wants me to beg him, and I’m more than willing.
“No. Let me go!”
“Shut up and take it.”
Fuck, he says the hottest things.
He starts to push inside, and there’s immediate pressure. He gives a few drives forward, stretching me open around the slick head of his cock. He goes slow, drawing it out, teasing me until I’m fucking writhing. But then his crown finally presses in, and I groan loudly as it fills me.
Giving me little time to adjust, he starts burying in further, like he wants me to feel the burn. At this point, it’s the only thing that reminds me how this started.
“Please, Reese,” I plead breathlessly, squirming and whining as he gives another thrust. “I can’t take anymore. Your cock’s too big. Please stop.”
“Fuck,” he growls. “That sounds even better than I thought it would.”
Then he slams his hips forward the last inch, and I let out some kind of scream-cry-sob as he hits my prostate.
“Goddamn. That sounds good too.”
So I keep making noises as he pulls out just enough to drive back in again.
He picks up a steady pace quickly, fucking and filling me so thoroughly that I become a willing victim of the pleasure he gives me.
With the shadows still wrapped tightly around my arms, holding them above me, it’s not like I can do anything else.
And then they lift me, raising me up by my wrists as Reese settles back on his heels without his cock ever leaving my ass.
My back ends up against his chest, the shadows keeping my arms held over my head.
Reese continues pounding into me as his own arms wrap around me, one holding me tight against him, his other hand coming up to grab me by the throat.
“Look at you being such a good boy taking my cock,” he growls in my ear. “Would you like a reward?”
I nod eagerly. “Please. Please.”
More of his shadows envelope my shaft, swirling and stroking until I’m panting.
They don’t let me come, even though I definitely could already.
They stroke, squeeze the base of my dick, stroke again, tug at my balls.
Even though I should probably be used to Reese using them to edge me, I can’t help but writhe around on his cock, whining and crying and begging.
“Reese!”
He doesn’t stop fucking me, his chest slick against my back. He kisses along the side of my neck, licking, biting. His hand squeezes around my throat, just enough to make me lightheaded.
“Don’t worry. I’m almost ready to feel your ass clench around my cock.”
He buries his face in the crook of my neck and bites, teeth digging in deep until I choke on another cry. He sucks, dragging out the sound. Then his tongue soothes it.
“You’re so fucking good for me. Going to give you something else, my little menace.”
The shadows start pushing their way past my slit, and I shiver at the intensity, the fullness. I stop squirming, enjoying the sensation as they move down, down, down. The moment they reach my prostate, Reese slams into it from behind.
I don’t think any further attempts could stop my orgasm now.
I shatter and unravel and come apart, my cum mixing with the shadows. They stroke me through it while Reese grunts in my ear, keeping a hold of my throat as his thrusts coming faster and harder until he spills inside of me.
A second later, the shadows slowly lower my arms, and I become a puddle in Reese’s hold. The one he has on my throat eases, but his other arm holds me tighter as his chest heaves against my back.
“Reese.” Even the whisper is raw and wrecked. “Keep it inside me?”
He doesn’t have to ask what I mean. Before I can even mourn the loss of him when his cock slips out of my ass, the shadows are there, plugging me up and holding his cum inside.
Then the ones that I came all over float in the air in front of my face, bringing a few drops of it to my mouth.
I lick it off like I’ve done many times before.
Reese turns me around and lays us both down on the bed, kissing me quickly so he can share the taste. His tongue moves against mine, lapping it all up greedily.
“I love you, Cason,” he says against my lips.
“I love you too, Reese.”
“Good. Because not even death was able to keep me from you. Nothing ever will.”
I curl up against his chest and smile.
Once our breathing has evened out and we’ve had a few minutes to recover, we get up and take a shower together. We cook dinner together. We eat and talk about Reese’s trip. It all feels normal even though our lives are far from it.
Later, Reese falls asleep beside me on the couch, one arm around my waist while shadows drift lazily across the room.
I watch him for a long time. Listen to his heartbeat.
I think about fate and death. About Ascension. About all the things that probably should’ve changed us more than it did, yet we still ended up here despite it all.
I died. I crossed Pulse Zero and came back with powers. And, somehow, the most important thing I found afterward was love.
Maybe that’s my Ascension.
Not the electricity beneath my skin. Not the things I can do now.
Just this.
Just us.