Chapter 18 #2
Aaren moaned. Hades’ hand jerked. The alpha cursed and swept his gaze up and down Aaren’s body, lingering on the red lace panties.
They were even more beautiful in the soft daylight, standing out against Aaren’s skin.
Aaren couldn’t help but notice that Hades was still dressed, his chest heaving as though he was trying to keep himself calm.
“You look so pretty like this,” Hades growled. “Wrapped up all for me.”
“You could unwrap me,” Aaren whimpered. “My hole needs to be stretched.”
Hades cursed. Actually, the longer he painted, the more it seemed as though the alpha was barely holding himself back. His legs were trembling, his bulge constantly jerking like it needed to be buried inside Aaren right now.
“Your panties,” Hades growled, his gaze roving between Aaren’s legs. “Clinging to your curves, gaping at the back to welcome my cock.”
Aaren shuddered, swallowing the urge to reach down and pry himself open, to show Hades what he was missing. But he knew he couldn’t hold back for much longer. Each sweep of Hades’ ravenous gaze made him ache; Aaren dug his nails into the sheets, barely hanging on.
“Alpha,” he whined.
“What is it?” Hades met his eyes.
“I need your cock. Please!”
Hades stared at him. Then he doubled over like he’d been punched in the gut. Musk crashed through the air between them; Hades wheezed, and he seemed to grow bigger—his shoulders, his chest. Fuck, his cock was definitely bigger.
Hades had gone into rut, hadn’t he?
Aaren squirmed, his hole throbbing. “Alpha, alpha. Need your cock. Need you to hold me down and fuck me.”
Hades shuddered. When he looked up, his pupils were blown wide.
“Please,” Aaren whimpered, squirming. “Inside me.”
“Fuck!” Hades almost dropped his paintbrush. His hands shook as he set it in a cup of water. He fumbled for his phone, holding it up like he was taking a picture of Aaren. “For later. Don’t want the light to change on me.”
Then he stood up and tore open his fly, pulling out his thick red cock and his big heavy balls.
“H-How much come do you have for me?” Aaren blurted, raising his hips as best as he could, to tempt his alpha.
Hades was upon him the next second, pushing him down so his back hit the mattress. Their lips clashed in a kiss, Hades’ hot, wet cock thrusting between Aaren’s legs.
“Fuck, you look so fucking amazing,” Hades said into Aaren’s mouth, fucking in with his tongue like how he would further south.
Aaren’s entire body caught on fire. He was clawing at Hades, yanking on his belt loops to get him closer. “Inside, inside now. Need your cock.”
Then he wrapped his hands around Hades’ damp cock, and Aaren’s heat burned so hot, he thought he might explode. Hades snarled again, fucking into Aaren’s fists like an animal, each thrust so ruthless that Aaren’s hole ached.
“Inside,” Aaren whimpered.
Hades broke their kiss and gripped his cock. He slotted his blunt tip into the opening of Aaren’s panties, shoving it against his hole, making Aaren stretch slightly around his tip. Warm precome squirted into him.
“Alpha.” Aaren’s voice cracked. “Now!”
With a low curse, Hades pushed his cock in, opening Aaren inch by inch.
He felt bigger than all the other times they’d fucked.
Aaren shuddered and spread his legs wider; Hades rocked back and pushed in deeper, grinding against Aaren’s prostate.
It was almost too much. Aaren came around his cock, digging his nails into Hades’ back.
“Fuck!” Hades snarled, holding Aaren down and plowing the rest of his cock inside.
Aaren came again with a scream, stretched and impaled, his entire body singing. “Yes, yes! Need your come!”
Hades hissed, pounding in with hard thrusts that shoved Aaren up the bed. He dragged Aaren back down and stuffed him again, burying himself to the hilt.
It felt like Hades was trying to get his load out as fast as possible.
“But I—I want this to last longer!” Aaren whined.
“Oh, it will.” Hades sucked on Aaren’s lower lip, then closed his mouth over Aaren’s throat and sucked a lovebite into his skin.
“I won’t knot you. My rut won’t end until I’ve knotted you good and hard.
Until then, I’ll have several loads for you.
And in between coming inside you, I will paint you. ”
Aaren shuddered. “H-How many times are you going to come inside me?”
“As many times as it takes.” Hades held him down and fucked him so hard that Aaren cried out, coming again.
Hades fucked like a beast, his cock grinding against Aaren’s prostate so sweetly that Aaren struggled to breathe.
“Look at you,” Hades panted. “So beautiful. All your gorgeous curves, your body laid out under me. Taking me so well.” He found Aaren’s bulge and squeezed him through the lace, before slipping his fingers into Aaren’s panties and pulling out his cock.
“Your little red cock all hard for me, still shooting come.”
Aaren whimpered. “I c-can’t s-stop coming!”
“Don’t stop. It’s so fucking hot when you can’t help but come on my cock.” Hades held him down and thrust harder, making Aaren take every single inch. Then he sat back, lifting Aaren’s hips, raking his gaze over where they joined. “Look at you. Stretched pink and wet around me, so eager for more.”
He released Aaren’s ass to gather him in his arms. His thrusts went deeper, his breathing going ragged. Hades’ cock swelled even larger; Aaren couldn’t help crying out.
Then Hades came with a snarl, pulsing deep inside.
It felt so good to have his alpha’s come in him. Aaren whimpered and squeezed, trying to milk all of it.
“Fuck,” Hades panted. He pulled out, still shooting come. Some of it went on Aaren’s panties, some on his chest and belly. Hades aimed his cock and shot all over Aaren’s inner thighs, wiping his tip on Aaren’s shin when the pulses slowed to a stop. “Mine.”
Aaren’s face burned. Having the evidence of Hades’ pleasure all over him, marking him... It felt so forbidden but also so good.
“Will you paint your come on me too? In the painting,” Aaren said.
Hades groaned. “I had not thought of that. But yes. Now that you’ve mentioned it, fuck yes.”
Aaren shivered; he could only imagine what that painting would look like.
“Get back into position,” Hades said hoarsely. “I’ll help.”
He got off the bed and retrieved his phone, pulling up his photo of Aaren. With a gentle touch, he moved Aaren’s limbs back to where they had been. Except this time, Aaren’s hole felt better: used and slippery, with Hades’ come slowly leaking out of him.
“I can still feel you inside me,” Aaren blurted. “But it also feels like I’m back to being too empty.”
Hades rumbled. “You really need to be stuffed full, don’t you?”
Aaren nodded quickly.
“So beautiful,” Hades murmured, tracing Aaren’s lower lip with his thumb. He gathered some of his come off Aaren’s thighs and pushed it into Aaren’s mouth.
“Mmm!” Aaren sucked on his fingers eagerly. Hades gave a soft, hungry growl, his cock jerking.
Now that Aaren was looking more closely, he noticed that Hades’ knot had not swelled; his cock remained desperate and dark red, glistening with slick.
“I’ll give you another load soon. Let me get a bit more done.” Hades straightened his pants but left his cock and balls hanging out. He went back to his stool and picked up his abandoned palette and paintbrush.
It was slightly easier to wait for him, now that Aaren had an ass full of come. But the longer he stared at Hades’ hard cock, the more keenly he felt his heat again. Need hummed through his limbs. His nipples pebbled, his hole squeezing around nothing.
Aaren bit his lip and tried to hold still when Hades raked his gaze over his body, seeing every little detail about him. Hades took another picture too, of Aaren covered in his come.
“Hades,” Aaren whined.
“I’ll give you another load soon.” Hades wasn’t unaffected, either. With each minute that passed, his cock jerked harder, his body tensing as his gaze drifted back to Aaren, almost involuntarily. His breathing grew deeper too, precome flowing in rivulets down his cock.
“Alpha,” Aaren whimpered. “I need you inside again. Need your cock. Need you to impale me and come inside me.”
Actually, he was starting to get the urge to run, to see if Hades would pin him down and punish him with his cock. How could Hades just sit there and stare at him? Aaren was in heat. He needed his alpha to be all over him.
“Alpha,” Aaren pleaded.
“Fuck.” Hades stood, setting down his paintbrush. “Hold that pose.”
He prowled onto the bed, his cock swaying heavily between his legs. Aaren tried his best to keep his legs open, leaning back on his arms to offer his body.
“You look like a feast,” Hades murmured. He slotted his knees under Aaren’s folded legs and pushed his tip into the hole in Aaren’s panties, at the same time he leaned in to steal a kiss off Aaren’s lips. “You’ve been so good for me, sweetheart.”
And he lifted Aaren bodily, sinking Aaren down on his cock in one smooth stroke.
Aaren wheezed, squirting precome all over Hades’ chest. He shook and clutched at Hades’ shoulders; Hades lifted him up and down like a toy, like he was using Aaren’s body to jerk himself off. Then he pinned Aaren flat on his back and slammed into him, so Aaren thrashed and screamed.
“That’s it. Take my cock, sweetheart. You’re doing so well.” He fucked Aaren into a screaming orgasm, thrusting the entire time Aaren clenched and moaned. Then he kept on going, changing his angle so Aaren’s voice broke, and he came again.
It wasn’t until Aaren had come a few more times, and Hades had roared and come inside him, that Hades pulled out. He was still dripping come when he sat back in front of the easel, his cock looking so debauched that Aaren salivated.
“I like having your come inside me,” Aaren blurted.
Hades licked his lips. “Yeah?”
“Feels good to have your marking. But right now it’s sliding out of my hole ‘cuz you fucked me loose and I can’t close up all the way.”
Hades breathed out heavily, his hands trembling. More come shot out of his cock.
He kept raking his gaze over Aaren. Aaren’s panties were now covered in come, his chest and belly streaked with Hades’ marking too. Hades took another picture and went back to painting, except his cock looked even more desperate than before.
Twice more, Hades kept Aaren in that position until Aaren grew desperate.
Twice more, Aaren contemplated breaking from his pose, leaping off the bed and running until Hades caught him and punished him.
Each time, Hades came over and fed Aaren his cock before he could act on that errant desire.
But the seedling of that idea took root, tempting him.
It didn’t help that Aaren now had several more streaks of come inside him, his hole considerably looser and filled with a lot more come.
He wanted Hades’ knot; he wanted to be held down and pumped so full, tied with his alpha so all he could do was take everything Hades gave him.
“Hades,” Aaren whined, his heat gnawing on his bones. “I need your cock.”
“Just a little more,” Hades purred, glancing at him.
Did he know? Could he tell that Aaren was this close to bolting?
Hades looked back at his canvas, and Aaren decided then.
He threw himself across the bed and onto the floor, finding his footing.
“Aaren,” Hades growled. “Get back on the bed.”
“No!” Aaren ran, come pouring out of his ass and down his thighs. “You’d have to catch me first!”