Chapter 4 #4
This was purely between Rone and his pet, a voluntary and private act.
He couldn’t even remember when he’d been last gifted with this kind of attention.
His mate, of course, had been too refined a female for such sport, and, sure, he’d force-fed his cock into Mac in yet another act of power.
This, though, was being given to him. He didn’t want to look too closely at why, though.
Frey might be doing it as a form of thanks for Rone taking care of him during and after the ambush, not that he needed or even wanted gratitude.
Like Preen, Rone took care of what was his.
Some irksomely needy part of him wanted to think that his pet lavished him with this singular pleasure out of real desire and not duty or a misplaced sense of obligation.
Only a weak male required such affection. That’s what he told himself.
In the end, he closed his eyes and shut off his thoughts.
He simply sank into the mindless pleasure, and when the aching in his balls reached the point of eruption, he didn’t hold back.
He came with a force that sent his hips flying upward.
At the same time, he pushed down with his hand, pressing his pet’s mouth deeper down, so that when the cum pulsed out of his shaft, it shot straight into Frey’s throat.
Bright lights exploded across his eyelids, and a loud buzzing consumed his hearing.
His concentration narrowed to the single point of pleasure of his cock being milked in convulsing waves.
When he finally came back to himself, he heard his pet choking and felt him struggling against his hold.
Curling his fingers into the boy’s hair, Rone yanked his head up and off his still-hard dick.
Rone hissed at the small scrape of teeth that accompanied the abrupt movement.
Frey looked back at him, heaving in deep breaths.
His eyes were a bit glazed, as if he’d come, too.
A small trickle of Rone’s cum ran down one corner of the boy’s mouth.
The sight of it triggered a roar of renewed need in Rone.
He pulled once more at the hair in his fist, this time bringing the human down onto his back beside Rone, except Rone turned himself as well and covered the boy in one fluid motion.
Rone lowered his face to lick up that bit of himself lingering alongside the boy’s mouth.
The taste of his own cum mixed with the human’s unique and alien flavor was like a shock to his groin.
Despite his resolve to accept the blow job and the cum-stained clothing as enough of a marking for his purposes, he wanted more—had to have more.
He lifted his body only enough to grab the waistband of his pet’s pants and pull them out of his way.
Frey’s eyes went wide, but he didn’t struggle against Rone’s hold, and he didn’t look particularly alarmed at Rone’s obvious intent.
Rone kneed the boy’s legs apart and, settling in between them, sent his cock in search of the hole it wanted.
He hit it on the first try and seated his dick deep inside the boy’s ass with one hard thrust.
Frey gasped and arched against Rone’s hold, his head straining within Rone’s grasp.
Rone went still, despite his almost desperate need to fuck his pet hard and fast. As if the earlier orgasm had never happened, his body urged him to get on with it.
It demanded release. But he was master of himself as well as the boy, and he knew the small human struggled to adjust to the sudden invasion of something as large as a Travian cock.
Both he and the boy panted as if they were running at top speed.
To calm them both, Rone leaned down and licked a trail up one side of Frey’s throat and down the other, around his collarbone.
Wanting more of a taste, he bit into the neckline of the boy’s tunic.
He dragged it past one thin shoulder to expose a hard, dusky nipple.
Did humans enjoy being touched here, he wondered, before putting it to the test. Why yes, they did, if his pet’s reaction was any indication.
The boy’s breath puffed out in little waves, and he trembled beneath the onslaught of Rone’s tongue.
Rone smiled around the tight nub when he forced a small moan from his pet’s lips.
He couldn’t hold back his need to fuck anymore, either.
He pulled back and pressed forward in a shallow movement.
The drag of Frey’s tight channel against Rone’s overly sensitive dick caused Rone to hiss into his mouthful.
And, still holding onto Frey’s nipple, he picked up the pace of this thrusts.
Easy, he admonished himself. Be careful with him.
Make it good for the boy, too. Angle your cock to hit his prostate on the next passing.
Yes! There. Hear how he moans? See how he’s starting to move with you?
He probably doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.
This pleasures him, too. Feel how hard his cock has become. Give him as good as he’s giving you.
Although it meant Rone reluctantly letting go of the hard nipple, he pulled up to both drill Frey’s ass more deeply and to give himself access to Frey’s dick. Sliding his hand between their bodies, Rone wrapped his fist around the boy’s slender shaft and pulled.
Frey shuddered. “Oh, God,” he whispered, and while Rone had no idea who or what God meant, it didn’t matter. The boy liked what Rone’s touch did to him. Or, maybe not. “No.” The head still in Rone’s grasp trembled as Frey tried to shake it back and forth.
What did the human mean? To whom did he speak, Rone or himself?
It was as if the boy fought both Rone and his own nature.
As if finding pleasure in being fucked by his master was not to be tolerated.
Yet, the boy’s cock leaked, much as Rone’s did with arousal, albeit not nearly to the same extent.
Rone swiped up the moisture and used it to ease his pumping.
The momentum of their fucking increased, although Rone was barely aware of his decision to do so.
And it wasn’t just his body that thrust with greater speed and a stuttering of movement when his climax overtook him.
His pet was right there with him, slamming up to meet Rone at every turn until they both stilled for a fraction of a moment.
Then they howled their release together.