4. Grievance #2
“Yes. Fucking hells, Grievance. Yes. All of it. Take what you need. Use me. Do whatever… whatever your instinct is telling you to do. I can handle it.”
Grievance couldn’t help the chest-deep purr as he returned his mouth to Milo’s lips.
“I’ll take such good care of you.”
Milo rested both his cool hands on Grievance’s pecs. They looked so small there.
“I-I know,” Milo said on a breathy gasp. “I trust you.”
His cold fingertips pressed harder, and the contact sent a jolt of electricity through the Chimera, like lightning striking bone. A sensation he knew all too well from his life soaring through storm clouds as a Thunderhawk.
He didn’t know why—or what it was about Milo’s touch that sent his magic into such turmoil—but right now it roiled beneath his skin, restless and eager.
Memories flashed behind his eyes in brilliant, fractured bursts.
Instinct clawed at him from every direction.
He felt seconds away from shifting into every one of his forms at once.
I need to please my mate.
Whatever my mate wants.
Will shape myself to fit his pleasure.
His instinct was raging, carrying him through snapshots of all his past lives, in all his past forms. All of them wanted to come out at once. To rage and to burn and to claim.
And Milo—sweet, beautiful Milo—kept feeding into that blaze, coaxing those embers into an inferno.
“Grievance… you’re growing,” Milo said, his hands feeling smaller and smaller where they pressed against his chest.
If not for Milo seeming to shrink in his lap, Grievance wouldn’t have noticed how his body swelled.
He barely felt it as strips of fur grew down his spine, along his forearms, and on his calves.
He was forced to adjust on the sofa as a tail extended from the base of his spine, its white, bushy tip arching to sit on Milo’s leg.
The witch’s eyes went wide at the sight of it.
So fucking curious.
“A Kava, huh?” Milo reached down and stroked a hand along his tail. “They’re from the other side of the world. Africa.” He looked at Grievance with eyes filled with wonder. “How many more lives of yours will I see tonight?”
“As many as it takes for me to fill you with pups.”
Grievance attacked Milo’s mouth. It felt smaller now, but he tasted the same. The same flavor of bittersweet coffee and earthiness. He traced a single, clawed digit down the length of Milo’s spine, relishing the way his mate arched into him.
His Kava senses were on high alert, as was his raging erection. Milo was straddling his massive cock now, and, to his delight, he noticed his mate hadn’t bothered with underwear at all. He ground his bare ass against Grievance’s girth in needy back-and-forth motions.
“You’re… so big now,” Milo said, reaching around and rubbing his palm along the leaking tip. “I don’t know if I can take a Kava cock.”
“You can. And you will.”
Kava were the distant African cousins of North American werewolves and functioned in much the same way. Their beast forms took on the shape of African wild dogs, with their rounded ears and spotted, tricolored coats.
But that wasn’t the only thing they shared with their North American cousins.
Milo reached between his legs, finding where he sat on Grievance’s aching cock, running both hands down its girth until he reached…
A bit of color drained from his mate’s face.
“Fucking hells… I didn’t know Kava… like Werewolves…”
Grievance groaned as Milo felt and explored the thick bulge just at the base of his cock. A canine’s bulb gland, or rather, the knot used to ensure successful insemination during mating. Locking the pair together for up to fifteen minutes after orgasm.
Grievance licked at the spot where Milo’s sweater slipped from his shoulder.
“You said you were ready to take my knot.”
“I did, but I didn’t realize it would be so…”
“That’s just its resting state. When I cum inside you, it’ll swell even larger. It’ll make sure you are successfully bred.”
“Lantern, help me,” Milo breathed.
Grievance cupped Milo’s jaw in his hand, his long, claw-tipped fingers massive compared to that sweet, heart-shaped face. He plunged his tongue into that mouth without warning, extracting a series of startled whimpers from his mate.
He needed to memorize the way Milo’s body arched into his hold, the way his breath hitched whenever Grievance’s claws pricked just enough to leave faint red trails along his spine.
His claws got tangled in the knitted fabric. Frustrated, he growled, and the room was filled with tearing sounds and Milo’s gasps. Seconds later, Milo was finally bare, his perky ass resting on Grievance’s cock like a throne.
Now, to prepare him to take me.
Grievance was in full control of his Chimera magic, green swirls popping like fireworks on his skin.
He commanded the magic through his body, retracting the claw on his index finger before using the soft pad to slide into Milo’s crease.
He worked the finger inside until he found that perfect rosy bud that marked the entrance to his mate’s body.
Milo’s lips parted on a gasp as his hips rolled forward, grinding against Grievance’s stomach. The friction was maddening. Grievance growled when Milo’s fingers tightened in his hair until it stung. The pain was exquisite—a perfect counterpoint to the fire raging beneath his skin.
More.
More.
More!
Grievance rubbed along that pretty ring in slow circles, delighting in the way it made his mate grip his hair harder. He grinned, revealing long, sharp canines.
“This is just the beginning of our night, my mate.”
Then he pushed his finger inside.
“Fuuuuck~” Milo let out a long, moaning exhale, rocking his narrow hips back and forth, working more and more of Grievance’s finger inside.
“Such a needy mate. Begging this much already.”
“Sh—shut up,” he said, still rocking his hips, still working Grievance in all the way, until he was in up to the knuckle. “Trying… not to think about… how big your cock is right now. Your finger is already… a lot.”
Grievance’s cock pulsed beneath Milo, as though responding to his mate’s call. Milo groaned as it slapped up against his sack.
“Mmm, can’t wait to bury it in this hole,” Grievance growled, rotating his finger until Milo shuddered on his lap.
He rotated in a few more circles, going one way, then switching to the other, before he withdrew, enjoying the way Milo seemed reluctant to lift off his hand.
“You’ll be raw if we don’t use lube.”
And to be honest, Grievance wasn’t so sure he’d be in a state of mind to remember to get it once his cock was buried in his mate.
Milo nodded, then stood on shaky legs, crossing the room and rifling through the desk drawer before turning with a long, thin tube of gel.
Grievance coated his hand generously, but before Milo could settle back onto his lap, he lifted a hand, stopping him.
“No. On the floor. Turn around.”
Milo did, going down to his knees, never breaking eye contact.
“Such an obedient witch,” Grievance purred.
He knelt on the carpet just behind his mate. Milo leaned back into him, chin tilted up, hand brushing the edge of Grievance’s rounded wild-dog ear.
“I like these. They’re cute.”
“All the better to hear your moans with, my dear.”
Milo laughed, and Grievance kissed him slowly. Reverently, before pushing between his shoulders, coaxing Milo onto his elbows. Grievance had to grip the base of his cock and squeeze hard to keep from coming at the sight of his mate like this. On all fours. Bent and ready to accept him.
He positioned himself, knees on the soft rug, as the fire crackled beside them, offering the perfect ambiance, the perfect harmony to ragged breaths and needy whimpers.
He rubbed his hand until it dripped with the soothing gel and went back into his mate’s ass, pushing inside with his middle and ring finger.
Milo groaned, breathing hard, head resting on the rug as his eyes went in and out of focus.
“Are you ready for three?” Grievance asked, and fuck, he needed Milo to be ready. Needed his body to hurry and surrender, to be ready to take Grievance’s aching shaft. A shaft that kept pulsing, precum dripping onto the floor.
In answer, Milo looked back, eyes set hard with determination. Without words, he used one hand to reach back, grabbing hold of his own ass, and opening himself wider.
“Fuuuuck~” Grievance groaned as he pushed in another finger. He was three deep now. Working Milo open in earnest. Pumping harder, faster, twisting his wrist back and forth until Milo’s little hole could take him from any angle.
His rim was so soft. So pliant.
Grievance couldn’t wait a second longer.
“I think you’re ready for me.” Grievance lifted himself and moved into position. His breaths were too fast. His body too eager.
He was out of control; he could feel it.
A foreign sensation driving his movements, his thoughts, his lust. Someone should stop him.
Tell him to calm down. But by the wrecked look in his mate’s eyes, Grievance knew that neither of them was in the state of mind to stop this.
All they could do was ride it through to the end.
“Yes~” Milo moaned, eyes glossed over, his own cock hard and aching as it hung prettily in front of his sack.
“I’m going to mount you now.”
“Yes. Mount me. Fill me up.”
Grievance pressed the swollen tip of his cock to Milo’s hole, not entering, just feeling the way those pink ridges glided against his tip. Kava cocks were more pointed at the end, and he relished the sight of that pointed tip as he poked and teased his mate.
“Nnnng hurry,” Milo moaned.
Grievance gripped Milo’s cheek with one hand, and with the other, guided his cock to that glossy hole. He pushed, feeling the resistance, feeling Milo’s body fight against him, against the intrusion seeking entry.
He felt his little mate hold his breath.
Grievance thrust forward with his hips, the pressure building until— it gave, and Grievance slipped inside.
Milo let out a loud, open-mouthed groan as Grievance breached him. The Chimera hissed as his cock was squeezed to within an inch of orgasm.