2. Milo #3
Then Grievance was on his knees again, behind him, face in line with Milo’s ass. Milo arched his back more, presenting himself to his mate. Telling him, with his body, that he was ready to be filled. To be fucked. To take Grievance’s seed into himself.
Give it to me. I want your cum inside me. Fuck, I want you to impregnate me with it.
“Now—” Grievance growled, using both hands to grip the globes of Milo’s ass, parting them and exposing his pleading hole to the warm spray. Milo tensed, feeling his heart pulse in response. “—your reward for being such a good little witch.”
He licked up and down Milo’s crease, and Milo felt that basilisk transformation return.
It was way too long. Way too prehensile to be a normal tongue.
Another stripe was all the preparation he got before that wet serpent was burying itself in his ass.
Pushing deeper, widening as it went until Grievance’s bristly beard tickled his balls.
“FUUUUUCK!” Milo threw his head back and mewled as Grievance buried his tongue inside him. Tasting him. He pumped in and out of Milo at a rapid pace, Grievance anchoring Milo’s hips with his hands as he pistoned in and out of his hole.
I want to cum. Fuck, I want to cum already.
Milo’s hands balled into fists, pressed against the tile. He wanted to touch himself so bad. One stroke and he’d burst. He was riding that edge like it was his fucking job, and Grievance, his tormentor, was keeping him there, balanced on the edge of an oblivion that he was ready to die for.
The tongue withdrew, and Milo let his head fall, chest heaving and sweat beading along his back. Grievance gave one final kiss to his now thoroughly stretched hole.
“Delicious.” He rose, running a hand up and down Milo’s arched back. “Such a good boy. Staying still as I told you to. Do you want to touch yourself?”
“F-fuck you,” Milo said, but it came out pleading and with zero bite.
Grievance bent over Milo, spooning him as they stood in the spray of the hot shower.
“I bet it would only take a single stroke to make you come.”
Tears were well and truly falling from Milo’s eyes now.
“Grievance, you’re… you’re being cruel,” he sobbed. “Please. I can’t take it.”
That must have broken him. Because the next second, Milo was spun again, his back meeting the wall and—
“FUUUCK Grievance~!” Milo cried out, burrowing his hands into long, thick hair, holding on for dear life as, in one swallow, his entire shaft disappeared down the Chimera’s throat.
“Grievance~ Grievance~”
He couldn’t stop saying his name. Singing it. Moaning it like a prayer while Grievance worshiped his cock. And he’d been right; it only took a few powerful pulls with his mouth, and Milo was spilling down his throat.
Milo’s body seized, and he hunched over. His mouth fell open, but no sound came out as he twitched and spasmed, cradling his mate’s head as bliss sent magic sparks shooting through his body.
Grievance let out a low, appreciative moan as Milo spilled in his mouth, his tongue licking the underside of Milo’s cock, coaxing out more cum.
Just when it became too much, he pulled off, his lips greedily taking that last pearly drop before letting Milo’s spent cock hang.
“Now I’m back to thinking your taste is my favorite.” Grievance hummed. “But fuck if I have to decide. I get to have all of you. So I don’t have to choose.”
Milo couldn’t even offer an affirming yes before he was spun once again, his head dizzy, eyes having difficulty focusing. An intense heat pressed against his hole, then a velvety soft pressure pushed forward.
“Oh fuck, Grievance ~” Milo said, throwing his hands back, stopping the Chimera’s hips. “Let—let me breathe for a second. Or I won’t be able to stand on my own.”
He felt a steaming breath against his skin as Grievance pressed his body against Milo’s.
“It’s a good thing I don’t need you to stand on your own. Just be a willing, good little mate. Can you do that?”
Oh fuck. Oh fuckety fuck.
Milo nodded. And in one motion, Grievance gripped Milo’s right leg behind the knee, lifting it and spreading him obscenely.
Simultaneously, his left hand wrapped around Milo’s chest, practically lifting him off the shower floor.
The tips of Milo’s toes still touched the tiled floor, but he was hardly bearing any of his own weight.
“Now. Deep breath in. Hold it for me.”
Milo obeyed, filling his lungs to capacity and holding it.
“Hold for one,” he licked Milo’s neck. “Two,” he bit his earlobe. “Three. And exhale.”
And as breath escaped Milo’s lungs, emptying his chest, a powerful heat pressed against his hole and pushed inside, filling his body in an entirely different way.
“Grievaaaaance~” Milo wailed, jerking in his mate’s hold. He couldn’t help it. It was so thick, so hot; his body’s natural reaction was to push away, to reconsider.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
Milo melted at the reassuring, tender way Grievance whispered into his hair. He reached back, holding onto his mate’s neck for support as Grievance pushed inside him. With a final grunt, Grievance’s hips smacked against Milo’s ass, his cock fully buried in Milo’s body.
“So good, my little witch. Taking me from this angle. I can reach so deep inside you. Makes me want to—”
He stopped himself.
Milo turned his head, capturing his mate’s mouth for a slow, wet kiss. When they broke apart, gasping into each other’s parted lips, Milo locked eyes with the Chimera. With those honey-brown pools flecked with specks of peridot.
“You want to breed me?” Milo whispered, then promptly let out a whimper as Grievance’s cock pulsed, hard, inside of him. “Mmm, yeah? You want to fill me with your cum? You want me to carry your pups?”
Grievance was shaking behind him, and Milo knew it wasn’t from holding his weight. But rather, holding back the instinct to mate. To breed. To do what was impossible between two men—but it didn’t stop Grievance, his wild Chimera, from wanting it anyway.
Milo knew Grievance was sensitive about the topic of breeding.
Even though they shared a sex, and reproduction was impossible anyway, Grievance still carried a heavy blanket of shame for the fact that he was sterile.
Milo had reassured him countless times that this did not bother him, and he still thought Grievance was the most handsome, incredible man he’d ever met.
But a thousand years of being chased away and abused by members of his own kind didn’t disappear overnight.
It was moments like these, when their hearts beat as one, and their bodies called to each other, that Milo gave Grievance permission to live that fantasy. To let himself fall into that wild call to mate, to reproduce—even if it wasn’t real. Letting Grievance feel those emotions mattered to him.
And fuck. Milo would be a grave-stone-faced liar if he didn’t admit that he fucking loved it. That it made him so fucking horny he could hardly stand himself. The idea of being filled, of being impregnated by his mate—yeah, maybe that was something he’d have to unpack in therapy later. But for now…
“Grievance,” Milo breathed while his mate hesitated, unsure if this was okay. “I want you to fill my womb and give me your pups.”
Grievance let out a roar as he thrust his hips forward, slamming his cock hard inside Milo. Milo let out an open-mouthed groan as Grievance buried himself…
So fucking deep…
Milo had never taken Grievance from this angle and… he reached down, gliding his free hand to his stomach. And just for a second, when Grievance slammed home into him, when he buried himself to the deepest point, Milo felt the bulge of his mate’s cock, just below his navel.
That undid him.
Milo let out a primal wail, a needy groan, like an animal in heat as he helped Grievance lift his leg higher, reaching deeper.
“Grievance~! Fuck, Grievance… you’re so deep.”
“Yes, my sweet mate. I’m all the way inside. Do you feel me reaching into your womb?”
“Yeeees~” Milo groaned. “Yes. I feel you inside.”
Grievance slammed in again, and Milo’s back arched, as pleasure ricocheted off his bones in dancing echoes.
The Chimera set a brutal pace, fucking Milo’s hole in wet, slapping sounds, his heavy sack hitting Milo with every joining. The sounds echoed off the tile walls, and the spray of the shower kept them both hot and wet, hair plastered to their faces as they fucked into oblivion.
Milo’s cock had come back to life, standing on edge, still swollen and sensitive—but ready to come again, as Grievance pounded the fuck out of his prostate.
“Fuck Grievance… you’re hitting me~ Fuuuuuck~ you’re hitting me in just the right spot.”
“Are you going to cum around your mate’s cock?
“Yes. Fuck keep going.”
Grievance adjusted his hold on Milo, lifting him higher until not even Milo’s toes reached the shower floor. Milo’s cock bobbed in front of him, sending little pearls of pre-cum flying.
“I’m going to breed you, witch. I’m going to fill your womb with my seed.”
“FUUUCK~” Milo wasn’t sure he was actually speaking; he just let the animalistic sounds escape his throat as his body slipped into a state of unbridled, unrestrained pleasure.