9. Milo #2
Just when he thought Grievance would breach him, instead the Chimera quickly took his hand away and brought it to Milo’s lips.
“Suck on it. Get it nice and wet for me.”
Milo obeyed, taking Grievance’s finger deep in his mouth, wrapping his lips tightly around it. Grievance growled in delight.
“That’s it. Taste yourself.”
Milo did, and he did even more when Grievance pushed another finger, then three, into his mouth. Milo worked along those digits, coating them in spit. When Grievance pulled his hand free, a thin trail of saliva momentarily connected them.
“Perfect. I think this will do nicely,” he said, returning his slicked hand to Milo’s crack. This time, when he found his hole, he pushed right inside. Milo’s knee bent up higher on its own, welcoming Grievance inside his body.
Milo let out a long, drawn-out groan when a second, then a third finger pushed inside. He was more than ready, his body taking less time to adjust—and demanding more after only being finger-fucked for a few seconds.
“M-more~” Milo asked weakly as his free hand scrambled down his mate, searching for that thick, musky cock. But he couldn’t reach it from this angle; his mate was too long, too big.
“Looking for something?” Grievance teased, still rotating and moving his fingers in and out of Milo’s ass.
Milo’s hand balled into a fist, smacking his mate uselessly as he whined.
“You know what I’m looking for. Now give it to me.”
“So demanding,” Grievance said, but a second later removed his fingers, leaving Milo feeling thoroughly stretched and needy.
The Chimera positioned himself between Milo’s legs, and when Milo looked up at him, it was like seeing a mountain on the horizon. Big and beautiful, with an air of something mighty and ancient.
“You’re magnificent,” Milo said, starry-eyed, looking up at this naked man, the glitter of jewelry reflecting the mushroom light. “I can’t believe I get to have you.”
“Oh, you’ll have me, my little mate. You’re about to have a whole lot of me.”
Grievance’s tattoos lit up as he spoke, as lust seasoned his voice and desire darkened his eyes. Bright green light traced his tattoos in flashing swirls, like falling stars streaking across his skin.
And when Milo felt that familiar heat, quickly followed by a dull pressure, he couldn’t help but lift his legs with a delighted, mewling sound.
“I will never get used to how beautifully you crave my cock,” Grievance said. He paused at that delicate point just before his head breached Milo’s ring, holding him in that exquisite moment of stretch.
Milo couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. He was all heat and lust, dangling on a cliff’s edge, desperately needing to feel the fall.
He couldn’t even beg properly, only gape with an open mouth, fingers clawing at Grievance’s back, locking eyes with his mate as needy tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.
Please.
“Yes. Right there. That face.” Grievance’s eyes roamed him a second longer. “I’ll never tire of seeing it.”
Then he pushed in, and that thick, swollen head breached Milo’s hole, his shaft entering the forbidden space beyond and burrowing deeper and deeper until—
“Grievance~!” Milo found his voice. Shouting his mate’s name and clawing at his back as Grievance bottomed out in a single, powerful thrust, his coarse pubes tickling Milo’s cheeks. He, too, let out a guttural groan that turned into a rumble in his chest.
“Fuuuck,” he said after catching his breath. “And this body. It grabs onto me so tight.”
He pushed in harder, rolling Milo’s hips up and burying himself even deeper.
“Fuuuuck~” Milo mewled the same moment Grievance wrapped him in his arms.
“You take me so well. I can hardly believe it when I look at you every day. Yet here you are, sucking down my dick in that petite body of yours like it’s starved.”
“Mmmng~” Milo groaned unintelligibly. He was too full of cock to have the capacity for words. He couldn’t think. All he could do was feel—and right now he felt like he was being skewered alive with the Chimera’s hot, pulsing member buried in his ass up to his navel.
“Keep doing that,” Grievance said, his breath husky in Milo’s ear. “Keep making those sounds for me, baby.”
Then Grievance leaned back, grabbing Milo behind both knees and bringing his legs together, before damn near folding him in half.
Milo braced himself against the grass, hands going wide and fingers sinking in the earth as Grievance pulled out.
“Fuuuuck. I love the way your body clings to me. The way it doesn’t want me to leave.”
Then he thrust back in all at once with a loud smack as his hips met Milo’s ass.
“Ahhh~!” Milo yelled, bearing down on the thick length now sinking deeper than ever inside him.
“That’s it. Keep going,” Grievance said, and thrust in again. And again.
He picked up a steady rhythm, holding Milo’s legs up as he fucked into his body.
Milo gasped, his body folded in such a way he couldn’t fully take a breath.
Not that he needed air. He didn’t need air, food— fuck, he didn’t even need gravity.
All he needed was for this man to fuck him so good his body ached with the memory of it for days.
But when his head truly began to grow light from lack of oxygen, Grievance let go of his legs, letting them fall open and his spine flatten back out.
All the while, Grievance kept punishing his hole.
Pulling out slowly. Slamming in hard. Fucking him fast, his balls slapping Milo’s cheeks with a sharp staccato until Milo saw stars, before slowing back down to a gentle, massaging fuck.
On and on he continued taking Milo on this ride, with ups and downs, and stops and starts. Milo was a panting mess on the grass, his cock back to life and leaking onto his stomach, his mouth open and drool escaping his lips as he struggled to keep his eyes open.
“Look at you,” Grievance said, looming over him, his hands planted in the grass on either side of Milo’s head. “You’re a fucking mess.”
He bent down, licking some of the drool from Milo’s cheek and returning it to his mouth, where he sucked on his tongue.
“Only I get to see the famous Healer Pembrooke this way,” Grievance said, slamming his hips hard, making loud, wet sounds echo obscenely around them. “I fucking love it.”
“P-please,” Milo said, eyes half-lidded, voice raw. “Please. Make me cum again. I need to cum again, or I’ll die.”
Milo didn’t have strength enough to even lift his hands and stroke himself; they rested above his head now, uselessly limp in the grass where Grievance had pinned them there minutes ago.
How long had they been going? It felt like Grievance’s stamina could go on forever. Milo’s body felt like playdough. Heavy and ready to be molded by big, strong hands.
“Yeees,” Grievance growled. “That’s my good little mate. Taking me so well.” He licked the length of Milo’s neck, ending with a sharp bite to his ear. Milo whimpered. “I’ll make you cum again; I want to feel this incredible body clench around my cock.”
Milo gasped as Grievance pulled himself free of his ass.
Milo hated this, the empty, vulnerable feeling that came with being left so open like this.
Grievance did not leave him long. He picked up Milo, pressing their fronts together and taking him in a brutal kiss.
And Milo kissed him, even as twin tears ran down his cheeks, from the overwhelming sensations of it all.
“Not done with you yet,” Grievance whispered against his lips.
The next second, the world spun as Milo was twisted, his back now pressed against Grievance’s muscled chest. His mate picked him up by the backs of his thighs, spreading Milo, lifting him—
“NNNNG!” Milo groaned through clenched teeth as Grievance lowered Milo onto his raging erection. Milo sank lower and lower until he was seated on his mate’s lap, completely impaled on his cock.
“Now I can take you and reach this.”
Milo felt teeth clamp around the sensitive junction between his neck and shoulder. Right over his barely healed mating mark. He didn’t bite hard, just hard enough to hold on, but Milo still hissed as teeth gripped the bruised skin.
Grievance rose to his knees, holding Milo with him and…
“Fuck Grievance! Fuck fuck fuck!” Milo said as Grievance began a merciless pace, slamming hard into his body.
Milo reached behind him, hanging onto Grievance’s neck for dear life as Grievance fucked him, using him like a cock sleeve.
Milo’s own erection bobbed up and down in front of him, leaking pre-cum.
From this angle, with each bottom-out going so deep, Milo swore he saw a bulge appear just below his navel; his prostate was getting rubbed with delicious pressure each time.
“Grievance~!” Milo cried as orgasm came racing towards him, tightening in his belly and drawing up his balls. His mate didn’t slow, and Milo felt the Chimera’s cock thicken inside him, the way it did right before—
Milo let out a long, drawn-out moan, his cock spurting his milky release onto the grass as he came, completely untouched. Grievance’s pace stuttered a moment, and Milo felt his arms shake as he held him.
“Yes. Just like that. Fuck you’re clenching me so hard.”
Milo felt himself fall forward as he was pressed to the cool grass, his sensitive cock now pinned beneath his body as Grievance followed him down, fucking him from behind.
Milo’s fingers dug into the strands of grass, pulling them up from their roots as he desperately sought to cling to something.
Anything. His entire body shook every time Grievance’s hips met his ass, pounding him into the ground.
“Oh, my mate. I’m going to fill you up so good.”
A few more deep plunges into his body were all it took before Grievance growled into his ear. He thrust a final time, spilling his seed at the deepest point he could reach. Milo felt each pulse of his hot release. His thick cum warmed him from the inside.
“That’s right. Take it. Take it until you’re bursting with my pups,” Grievance growled, punching his hips up a couple more times, as though to ensure Milo took every last drop.