4. Grievance #3
“So—tight,” Grievance grunted, holding still to give Milo a moment to adjust. When Milo resumed breathing, he pushed a little more, sinking deeper. Milo’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as his body took more and more of the Kava cock.
Grievance’s hips leaned closer as his cock sank deeper into his mate, joining their bodies. When he reached his knot, he paused.
Milo was a gasping, panting mess on the floor. Sweat beaded on his forehead and down his back. Grievance ran his clawed hand down his mate’s spine in a soothing motion.
“You’re doing so well. So good, my beloved mate. I’m so pleased.”
“Is—is it in?” Milo asked, his voice barely audible.
“Almost.”
“Fuck,” Milo said, hand gripping the rug’s fibers, as though for strength.
“I wish you could see how good you’re taking me. Your hole is stretched so prettily over my cock. It’s pink and perfect.” Grievance reached to touch that point where their bodies met, earning a long moan and a hiss from his mate.
“S-sensitive,” Milo said through bleary eyes.
“I need to get my knot inside of you now. Stay strong for me.” Grievance reached for the tube of gel and popped the cap.
He didn’t bother using his fingers; this time, he squirted the clear gel directly on that spot where his cock was buried inside his mate.
Milo moaned as the soothing potion helped ease the stretch on his rim.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes. H-helps,” Milo said, and he was still quivering, still shaking even though Grievance had hardly moved.
“I can’t wait until I get my bulge inside you.” Grievance gripped Milo’s waist with both hands, steadying himself on his knees. “Mmm fuck you’re going to squeeze me so much.”
With his bulge dripping with gel, Grievance pushed while simultaneously pulling on Milo’s hips, forcing them to come together.
“Fuuuck!” Milo shouted, his hole stretching impossibly wider as Grievance’s bulge slowly made its way inside.
“Almost there, almost—hold on. There.” Grievance gasped as his bulge pushed past Milo’s ring, and the pressure of their joining eased.
Milo’s chest was heaving, eyes leaking tears, his mouth open and gasping.
“You’ve done it. Fuck.” Grievance looked at where they were connected. “Fuck!” he shouted as his cock pulsed inside his mate. Milo shuddered.
“Too—deep.” Milo gasped.
“Give it a moment, my love. You’ll adjust.” Grievance reached forward to where his mate’s cock had flagged, and gripped it. Stroking him back and forth as his mate adjusted to the incredible intrusion of him.
“Fur. Tickles,” Milo said after a moment, and Grievance looked at where he’d been bent over, the white strip of fur between his abs tickling his mate’s back.
“Hmm, if you’re ticklish, then you must be feeling ready for more,” Grievance said, stroking life back into Milo’s cock. It began to firm up in his massive paw.
“Yes. You can… move now.”
As Grievance began to move, slow and steady, his mate’s breath hitched.
He watched as Milo’s pink hole clung to his bulge as he slowly pulled himself out.
It welcomed it back inside much more easily the second time.
Easier still, the third. Soon, Grievance was able to pull his base in and out of Milo’s relaxed hole.
“There you go, baby. You’re doing it.”
Grievance pulled out more, thrusting in all at once with a slap of skin. Milo threw his head back, and a moan of pleasure tore from his throat. It was the call Grievance had been waiting for. The signal that his mate was ready to be well and truly fucked.
Grievance pulled out further, slammed in harder, hands gripping his mate’s hips, claws grazing his tender skin. He picked up his pace, pumping his cock in and out at a steady rhythm. Each thrust sent a wave of sensation rippling through his body.
And Milo took him. Accepting his thick member with each punishing bottom-out, while also clinging to Grievance’s cock each time he pulled free, as though reluctant to let go.
The room was filled with the sounds of their joining—the slick, wet noises of their bodies moving together, the grunts and groans escaping their lips, the heavy breathing that echoed off the walls.
Grievance’s senses were on overload; every touch, every sound, every scent amplified the wild roar in his ears.
A call old and primal. A need he’d never shared with another before.
Fill him.
Breed him.
CLAIM HIM.
Grievance’s movements grew more urgent. His mouth watered, eyes locking onto that beautiful spot where Milo’s shoulder met his slender neck. It was flushed now and coated in glistening sweat.
“My mate,” Grievance called over the sound of their slapping bodies. “I—I need to claim you. Mark you as mine.”
“Fucking do it already!” Milo howled, angling his head to offer easier access. “H-hurry. Before I come to my senses.”
Grievance waited for no further instruction. He bent over his mate, his much larger body truly covering him, enveloping him in his warmth as his cock continued to pump in and out in a steady tempo. He licked at the spot, and Milo shivered. His body tensed with anticipation.
“I need you to scream, my mate. So you don’t bite your tongue. Scream—and don’t stop until it’s over.”
He felt Milo’s head give a curt nod, his tiny shoulders trembling.
“I’ll be quick.”
And before he let his mate suffer the anticipation of it, Grievance bared his fangs and sank them into flesh.
His teeth sank deep into the skin, blood filling his mouth and coating his tongue. His sharp canines sank further, embedding themselves in muscle. And as he’d instructed, Milo screamed. He screamed loud and long, his shaking hands gripping the carpet fibers so hard he yanked them free.
Grievance’s mouth was filled with the taste of iron.
He couldn’t help but lap at the dripping red ambrosia, swallowing it, savoring it, relishing the way he felt a piece of Milo fill his belly.
Teeth still sunken in his mate, with blood dripping in steady drops, staining the cream rug, Grievance felt the rise within himself.
The rise of joining. Of permanence.
My mate. Now, we are forever bonded.
He couldn’t stop what was about to happen.
He was too far gone. Grievance pulled his teeth free from his mate and felt the blood dripping from his lips and down his chin.
He reached around Milo’s hips, gripping his length and stimulating it back to life as he continued to fuck. To breed his eternal mate.
Milo was half-collapsed on the carpet, his upper body sagging. But he still managed to keep his hips raised and his legs spread.
“Such a good mate. So perfect.” Grievance growled, fucking into his mate’s womb as he jerked his cock. “I’m going to fill you with pups. I’m going to make you swell with my seed.”
All Milo could do was groan as Grievance stroked him to climax. And the second he felt his mate’s release coat his hand, it was his turn.
Grievance shoved inside that pink hole one final time and came on a roar.
He gripped his mate’s hip, claws digging into skin as he held Milo against him, forcing him to take his seed right into his womb.
Right where Grievance’s pups would begin to grow.
Then with a flash of heat, the bulge at the base of his cock expanded.
Milo gasped and groaned, his cock still pulsing from release as Grievance knotted inside of him.
“You have it,” Grievance gasped, Kava fangs bared. “I have filled you with my seed, and you’ve taken my knot.”
Grievance went still then, unable to move without seriously harming his mate. He gasped, sweat and blood dripping from his face and sliding onto his mate’s back.
Without his permission, tears welled in Grievance’s eyes and joined the sweat and blood that coated Milo’s perfect, slender back.
The emotions, the intensity of it all—the brutality—fell heavily on his shoulders in a single breath.
He’d gone too far.
“Grievance…” Milo said weakly without turning his head. Perhaps he felt the shudders building in Grievance’s chest, spilling down his arms and legs until there wasn’t a part of the Chimera that wasn’t trembling. “Are you okay?”
And he asks if I am okay. After enduring my brutal mating. He worries for me.
Carefully, oh so carefully, Grievance lifted Milo onto his lap, so that his knot remained inside and didn’t pull at his tortured hole. Milo winced, but eventually found a more comfortable position on his lap.
“Grievance?” Milo asked, eyes barely staying open, like he was on the verge of passing out.
Grievance didn’t respond. Couldn’t. It was like his tongue had forgotten how language worked. His mind had forgotten words. All he knew was instinct. Touch. The tender connection between him and this incredible creature, currently filled with his seed.
Grievance sniffed at Milo’s neck. His mate was spent. Perhaps pushed too far.
His mate spoke—but Grievance could no longer understand his tongue. Only the worrying timbre of his tone.
Grievance let out a long whine, like a wounded wolf.
He smelled again, his nose filling with the tang of iron.
Of pain. He looked at the wound on his mate’s shoulder, at his own teeth marks still dripping with blood.
He leaned down and began licking the wound.
Milo hissed, flinching, but a moment later relaxed into his ministrations.
He said a few more things, and his voice sounded pleased, so Grievance continued. He licked and held his mate. Doing everything in his power to ease his discomfort as his knot held them in place.
Instinct told him to do this.
Instinct told him that this was the carrier of his cubs.
And as their mating sealed with the scent of blood and semen, instinct told him that this was the most precious creature in all the world. That he would die to protect him. That he would live and breathe only to be with him.
Grievance nuzzled his head into his mate’s neck.
He didn’t need instinct to tell him that.
He already knew.