38. Dominic
Dominic
He’d been on the verge of coming before he’d even started working himself into Onyx’s body, and the exquisitely tight grip around his cock had him seeing stars. Dominic had been inside Onyx’s body many, many times over many months.
Taking. Claiming. Possessing.
While Onyx raged and hated him, dreamt and planned for his death. While he’d pushed and tortured Onyx over and over, nurturing that hatred.
This was different in many ways. No less intense, no less possessive, but now Onyx’s body was opening willingly beneath him while it pulled him in and clenched around him.
And even if it was only the aphrodisiac driving Onyx’s unconscious responses, they were still responses that Dominic was craving as he continued to move.
Dominic came hard and almost without warning. He had wanted to continue, wanted and needed more. But there was still time. They had hours left under the influence of the potion. He groaned loudly as his cock pulsed and he spilled deep inside Onyx’s body with spurt after pleasurable spurt of cum.
He panted against Onyx’s lips, hand clenched on Onyx’s thigh as he saw stars and everything briefly went white from the force of it.
He’d been building for this, waiting for this. Each time he’d denied himself, it had been for this, for the moment he could be buried in Onyx’s body and filling him.
Onyx stopped touching himself, instead wrapping his arms around Dominic as he kissed him harder.
Dominic’s cock hadn’t softened in the slightest in the wake of his orgasm, and he remained buried deep in Onyx’s body, unwilling to leave.
“Don’t stop,” he ordered between kisses.
He needed Onyx to come again, needed to feel the tight clench of the younger witch’s hole around him as he came.
He wasn’t done yet, not by a very long measure.
The temptation to pin Onyx down and take him was high, but Dominic resisted. He could make all of this so good for Onyx that he would be willing to come back sooner than he may have thought he would.
Onyx whined, but he reached back down to touch himself again. Regardless of whatever memories were driving the occasional agitated, anxious expressions onto the younger witch’s features, he still spilled all over his hand, all over Dominic’s stomach, with a moan.
Dominic groaned in pleasure as Onyx’s hole tightened around him, and he started to move again, thrusting into the younger witch’s body again, strokes long and demanding.
The vampire blood would keep anything from becoming raw and sore and keep typical strains and discomforts at bay, leaving both of them able to focus on nothing but the pleasure.
He again molded Onyx’s body to his own, each stroke a claim, each kiss staking that claim even deeper. If it would be a while before he was inside Onyx’s body again — and it could well be — then he was not going to waste a moment of it.
Dominic pulled back, sitting on his knees and shifting Onyx’s legs so that he could see where they connected, watching his cock slide through the stretched hole.
His attention was entirely captured by the sight of his cock entering Onyx’s body over and over again, and he withdrew completely just to see that tight hole close before he stretched it wide again with his reentry.
He shifted his hips, ensuring that each long stroke grazed Onyx’s prostate, entranced by the way that his hole clenched and spasmed with his pleasure.
With each stroke, Onyx’s body sucked him in greedily, and Dominic was more than happy to provide.
He shifted Onyx’s thighs higher, and his thrusts increased in speed as he started chasing another orgasm. His heated gaze shifted from where their bodies joined to capture Onyx’s gaze, wanting to watch each play of pleasure in his features as Dominic fucked him.
Onyx was squirming as Dominic continued to fuck him, his moans getting louder with each stroke against his prostate. He met Dominic’s gaze with his own half-lidded eyes, and his lips parted in another soft groan — all noises he wasn’t hiding, for once, without having to be told to let them free.
His tiger was an art piece brought to life, wrought of passion-drunk eyes, kiss-swollen lips barely parted, begging for more kisses, for Dominic to stake his claim on the witch so indelibly that nothing would dare risk it again.
That nothing could risk the way that he’d etched himself into the very fundamental essence of Onyx’s being.
Dominic needed to see his beautiful tiger come from his cock alone.
“Don’t move your hands,” he ordered as he started to thrust even more powerfully into Onyx’s body. He rose onto his knees as he sought the leverage to drive the Rayne witch over the edge from his fucking alone, each stroke directly pegging Onyx’s prostate.
Onyx grasped the sheets. “D-Dominic,” he whispered, blinking up at him.
Dominic drank in every sight, every sound of his tiger’s passion, every unconscious clutching of the sheets beneath his fingers and the way Onyx’s hair moved on the pillows as he writhed on his cock.
Dominic’s release was rising quickly in him, the threatening tightness in his lower back and balls alerting him, but he refused to come again until his tiger was lost in pleasure.
Until his body was driven to heights that rivaled anything he’d felt before.
“Onyx,” he said, his voice a deep rumble of exertion and need and ownership. “My Onyx.”
Onyx shuddered, then he closed his eyes as he visibly gave himself over to the pleasure, crying out as he spilled again between them.
Yes, yes.
That was what Dominic needed. That was how his tiger was meant to be. Drunk with pleasure, unable to hold back his cries or mask his responses. Open and raw and lost.
Dominic buried himself deep into Onyx’s hole again and came, pumping cum into the boy’s yielding body.
His. His tiger. His Onyx. His. Always his. Forever his.
Let Onyx try to resist his claim now.
His ownership.
Dominic remained buried in Onyx’s body until he’d finished coming, then he drew back and pulled free of his body so he could stretch out beside him. His cock was still hard, and he wasn’t ready to be done, but he was deeply satiated in a way that he hadn’t felt in… ever, that he could think of.
Onyx hummed sleepily as Dominic pulled out, surprising him when Onyx turned to him and curled into his side.
Dominic’s hand came up automatically to the younger witch’s hip. He’d fully intended to turn Onyx the other direction and slip his cock back into that delicious hole, but this would do as well.
And he might as well let Onyx rest for a few moments before demanding more of him.
He closed his eyes, letting his fingers idly trace patterns on Onyx’s hip.
Several minutes passed before Onyx started to slowly rub his cock against Dominic’s thigh for friction, groaning against his skin as he did.
Dominic’s fingers tightened on Onyx’s hip. He was more than ready to go again, to be inside Onyx’s body once more.
Would Onyx take his own pleasure, he wondered. Well, he knew that Onyx would stroke himself and stroke them both, but what else would he do?
He tugged at Onyx’s hip, encouraging the younger witch to slide atop him.
Onyx’s eyes went to Dominic’s as he tugged at him, confusion in his hazy expression as he did. “What?”
“Ride me,” Dominic murmured softly. “Take your pleasure.”
Onyx froze at that, and though he straddled Dominic’s waist, he shook his head. “I can’t.”
“Try it,” Dominic coaxed, his hands rubbing Onyx’s thighs softly. “If you don’t like it, you can stop.”
They’d just do something else instead.
Onyx bit his bottom lip. “Not this time." He shook his head again.
Dominic’s hands continued to stroke Onyx’s thighs.
He wanted to push, to ask for more, but the younger witch had given him quite a bit already, and there was the possibility that pushing could turn this the wrong way.
He didn’t have an accurate enough read on Onyx to know for sure, and his need to stake his claim on the witch’s body had been well, well satiated.
Enough that he didn’t need more from Onyx at that moment.
And Onyx had said not this time.
They both knew there would be more times.
“Very well,” he murmured.
“I’m tired,” Onyx told him. He slid off of Dominic, back to his side, and he nuzzled his arm sleepily even as he rubbed his still hard cock against Dominic again.
Dominic allowed Onyx to slide off of him and helped him settle into a comfortable position against him, turning so that he could hold the Rayne witch in his arms.
He was loath to let Onyx sleep before the potion had run its course, but it was on the tail end, and Onyx was clearly not lost to its effects anymore, which increased the chances of things going awry.
But he had promised to let things return to their previous pace afterwards, and this might be his last chance for a while.
“Roll over." Despite how much he’d enjoyed the Rayne witch turning to him, Dominic needed that delicious hole one more time.
Onyx obeyed, turning over with a shudder when his ass brushed against Dominic’s still-hard cock.
Dominic kept his touches soft, gently coaxing and arousing as he positioned himself back at Onyx’s hole and slowly slid inside. The tight heat of the boy’s body welcomed him, and he hummed in pleasure as he started to slowly move, gently thrusting into him.
Onyx groaned and squirmed.
Dominic slowly rocked into Onyx’s body, his pleasure rising more slowly but insistently. He wrapped his hand around Onyx’s cock and started to slowly stroke him along with his slow thrusts, drawing them both slowly toward the edge.
Onyx’s breath caught when Dominic’s hand wrapped around his cock, and with the strokes against his prostate paired with the fingers on his cock, it wasn’t long before Onyx was coming again. There was little enough fluid left, but the pleasure was undeniable.
Dominic buried his face in Onyx’s hair, breathing it in before pressing his lips to Onyx’s neck as he slowly stroked him through his completion, his own growing closer as he rocked into Onyx’s tightly clutching body.
He sucked in a soft breath as that hole tightened on him and he spilled, filling his hole with spurts of cum.
He lingered there until he was finished before slowly drawing out of Onyx’s body. He pressed another kiss to Onyx’s ear before wrapping his arm around the Rayne witch and letting them both slide into sleep.