2. Milo #4
“You’re going to take every last drop.” He punctuated each word with hard thrusts, sending impact rippling through Milo’s skin and down his thighs.
“Yes. Fill me up. Make me pregnant with your cum.”
“Fuuuuck, Milo. You’re going to be so gorgeous, swollen with my pups.”
Milo let his hand slide to his belly again, feeling the tip of Grievance’s cock push against his skin.
And that was enough to send him over the edge.
Milo couldn’t stop himself from reaching for his cock, and stroking in fast, tight motions.
He came on a cry, his cock spraying against the shower walls.
“This body was made to be fucked,” Grievance growled. “To be fucked by my cock. To be bred with my seed.”
Milo’s head rolled back onto the Chimera’s shoulder, so blissed out, so overstimulated, all he could do was gasp as Grievance fucked into his hole.
“So submissive. So perfect, look at the way you relax into me. The way you welcome my cock.”
“Please… f-fill me up.” Milo panted, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “Empty your balls into me.”
“FUCK!”
Grievance roared, then grabbed Milo’s other leg, holding him up by the backs of his knees.
Milo’s legs were spread, his body lifted and exposed as Grievance raced to the finish.
Milo had to reach backward with both hands, wrapping them behind the Chimera’s neck and holding on as Grievance pounded into his body.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck~” Milo whimpered, eyes squeezed shut, toes curled—
Grievance came with a roar that had Milo’s ears ringing. Milo’s body spasmed as another unexpected orgasm tore through him. His body clamped over the Chimera’s pulsing cock, tightening so hard that every pulse of fresh cum sent a new wave of pleasure through Milo’s body.
An incredible heat filled Milo’s belly, as though he’d swallowed a handful of embers, now nestling low in his stomach.
Grievance’s thick cock continued to pulse, emptying his load into Milo’s body until Milo felt the sheer volume of it exceed what he could take, and it began leaking down and out of his hole, dripping to the shower floor.
“Grievance~” Milo gasped as he reached to his belly, feeling the slightest swell there. “Oh fuck, Grievance, look, you’re making me pregnant.”
The Chimera let out a low, otherworldly hum of pleasure, his cock throbbing and spilling more hot semen.
With the final throb, Grievance slowly lifted Milo off his cock, it slipped free with a loud squelching sound, and the next second, the sound of liquid splashing on the tile floor echoed as cum poured from Milo’s ass.
Milo let out an involuntary sigh as some of the pressure in his lower abdomen eased, and cum continued to spill freely.
Grievance held him like that a moment longer. Maybe to admire his handiwork and watch as his seed continued to leak from Milo’s ass. Or maybe because he wanted to keep his mate close a little longer. Milo didn’t care either way. He was too blissful, too utterly wrecked to stand on his own anyway.
And thank the Lantern, Grievance didn’t set him down.
He wasn’t ready to be a vertical person quite yet.
Instead, he rearranged Milo in his hold, guiding them both to the shower floor until Milo was nestled on his monster’s lap, the warm water gently washing them both of the evidence of their wild fucking.
Milo felt the gentle press of lips on his wet hair.
“So perfect. I do not deserve this.”
Milo slapped a weak hand to his chest.
“Shut up,” he said drunkenly. “You’re the one who is perfect for me.” He nuzzled into that hairy chest. “I’m a weirdo who likes to be fucked by monsters.”
Grievance laughed and held Milo tighter in that all-encompassing hold of his. Milo wanted to close his eyes and fall asleep right there.
“Then perhaps we are fated to be together.”
“Mmm. Yes. I like the sound of that.”
Milo groaned as Grievance gently began washing him, rubbing soap up and down his body while Milo hung limply off him, letting himself be pampered. Grievance didn’t seem to mind, and Milo fucking loved that.
“Thank you,” Grievance said after a while, as he rinsed shampoo from Milo’s hair. “For letting me have that. To pretend.”
Milo shut him up with a playful smack to the cheek.
“Do not thank me for sex. That feels icky.” Then, more gently, he added, “Just keep trying to put a baby in me, and I’ll never complain.”
Grievance groaned defeatedly, and Milo felt his forehead fall against his back.
“How’re you so perfect?”
“Not perfect. I make mistakes all the time. You should know, you see me stumble through life every day.”
Grievance licked the water up Milo’s spine, sending a fresh wave of goosebumps racing down his legs.
“Perfect for me, in every imaginable way.”
Milo smiled to himself.
“Grievance?”
“Hmm?”
“Take me to bed.”
Thick arms wrapped around his shoulders, trapping Milo in his favorite cage in the world. Grievance pressed a kiss into his curls and held him tighter.
“For you, my mate, I would grow wings and carry you to the moon if you asked it of me.”
Milo burrowed himself into his monster.
He really was the lucky one.