37. Rowan
Rowan
I couldn’t keep Milo satisfied for long.
Each time I fucked him, he’d calm down just long enough for us to slip back to sleep, then he’d wake again and his hands would smooth over some part of my body and his nose would bury in the curve of my neck as he inhaled as much of my scent as possible and I knew he was about to get started again.
I groaned as I felt his slick on my thigh, his hard cock rutting against me as he tried to find relief. My dick tried its best to rise to the occasion, but I was just a man, and my body could only keep up with a selkie in heat for so long.
“Mmnn… need… more…” Milo whimpered against my skin.
I’d have to find another way to calm him down this time.
Guiding him onto his back, he spread his legs eagerly.
I claimed his lips, swallowing another whimper before kissing down his heated body, over his damp chest and stomach.
Then I took his wet dick in one hand as I plunged three fingers into his slit with the other, and he cried out.
His channel pulsed around them, trying to suck them in deeper.
I tasted him. Milo was far sweeter than I expected, like honey, as my tongue lapped at the base of his dick where it emerged from his slit. He sobbed as his fingers threaded through my hair and pulled. “N-not enough… mmm… please.”
I gave him another finger as I licked up his length until his leaking tip slipped past my lips and into my mouth. So, so sweet. I hummed at the taste of him.
Milo writhed and cried as he bucked his hips up to get more of my mouth. I sucked him hard and took him deeper, until my nose pressed against his skin and I swallowed around him. More slick gushed out of him as he trembled and pulled my hair harder.
“M-more,” he choked out.
I spread my fingers inside him, and his walls rippled and twitched in response. Milo cried, making broken sounds around not-quite words. It still wasn’t enough for him, and I was starting to doubt I could keep him satisfied at all.
I pushed my fingers as deep as I could get them. His body tried to pull them in deeper. Maybe he could handle more. My hand withdrew as I continued to suck on him, and this time when I pressed back in, I added my thumb as well.
It was a tighter fit, but with the copious amounts of lubrication his body was producing, my hand slipped in, his slit stretching around my knuckles as they entered him. “Yes,” he screamed as I pushed in deeper, filling his hole up.
Milo’s moans got louder as I pumped my hand and flexed my fingers along his inner walls. The sight of it disappearing inside him while his entrance pulsed around my wrist like a heartbeat was almost enough to revive my exhausted cock.
He screamed as his whole body tensed. Then my mouth was flooding with his cum as slick gushed over my wrist.
I pulled off and kissed his inner thighs gently as he sobbed, soothing him as his body slowly relaxed again. When he was calm, I started to ease my hand out. Milo panicked, tensing up again, and I stopped in fear of hurting him.
“Need it,” he panted.
“You want me to leave my hand inside?”
He nodded.
I kissed his thigh again. He seemed tired, and I was exhausted, neither of us able to sleep for too long before he was hit by a new wave of his heat and we needed to ease it.
“Okay, baby,” I mumbled, too exhausted to fight him on it, and wanting to provide him with whatever relief I could. His heat hit him with waves of lust so intense they almost seemed to pain him. I’d do whatever I could to help him through that.
My head rested on his stomach. I’d give him a little longer before I’d need to worry about cleaning up all the mess we’d made so far.
I hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but Milo’s whimpers caused me to stir awake again as his body clenched and his hips rocked as he tried to fuck himself with my hand, still buried inside him.
I kissed his stomach, then took his cock back into my mouth as I fucked him with my fist until he came again, easing him for the moment.
“Feeling okay, baby?” I asked as I slowly eased my hand out of him.
His hole clenched rhythmically, demanding to remain filled.
Milo whimpered. “Empty.”
“Insatiable little sex demon.” I chuckled, nipping at his thigh then shuffling back up the mattress to claim his lips. “You made such a mess. We’re going to need to shower and change the sheets.”
“No.” He shook his head quickly, his bottom lip quivering. “Need it. Scent.”
I sighed. He’d mentioned needing my scent, but we were going to have to figure out a way he could get enough of it and we could still have clean sheets, or dry ones at the very least.
“I’ll let you use the dryer?” I attempted to bargain with him.
He hesitated as he thought it over, then shook his head. “No.”
“Hmm… can I put some towels down, then?”
He scowled at me. I knew he didn’t like the towels because they weren’t as soft as the blankets, but I wasn’t sure how long we’d be dealing with his heat, and I was going to need a way to stop our bed—well, nest—from being so damp.
“Please, baby?”
He pouted but nodded.
“Thank you. Now, we need to have a shower, and some food and water.”
“No.”
“I’m going to have to insist.”
Milo’s eyes glassed over as his lip quivered.
“Shhh.” I kissed his forehead. “It’s alright, we’ll be so quick, and then once all of that’s taken care of, I’ll satisfy you here again too.”
“Mmm. Want your dick now.”
“I’ll give it to you after we clean up and eat.”
“Now.”
His lips were soft as I claimed them. “After.”
“Now.”
“Come on, trouble.” I scooped him up in my arms before he could protest any more.
“I don’t want to.” His voice trembled, but he chose to cling to me rather than the nest I was lifting him out of.
“I know, little hurricane. I promise we’ll be quick.”
Milo’s heat was subdued enough for us to use the bathroom and for me to wash us both in a warm shower, but it was building again, and by the time I switched the water off he was trying to hump my thigh.
“We’re almost done, baby. Just need some food and water and then I’ll give you what you need.”
“No,” he whined as he stomped his foot. “Need it now.”
I scooped him up, bringing him with me to the kitchen as he started to pant again, fresh slick already coating his inner thighs as I sat him down on the kitchen counter. I knew he was too horny to think properly, but I wasn’t going to let him go hungry or thirsty under my care.
Milo whimpered, gray fingers stroking his dick and pressing into his needy slit as I went about making something simple and filling for us.
I was almost done when he slipped down off the counter and the heat of him pressed against my back, his hands smoothing over my stomach until one wrapped around my dick and the other dipped lower to cup my balls.
“Rowaaan,” he whined.
A shiver ran down my spine as his hot, wet dick slipped between my thighs.
“I’m almost done,” I assured him.
He rutted faster, his hot breath fanning over the skin of my back. The slick feeling of a dick between my thighs was something I’d never experienced before, but I didn’t hate it, which Milo could tell as my cock hardened under his strokes.
However, I was determined to feed him first. Milo clung to my back as I struggled to move around the kitchen to get plates and cutlery for our food. He was still trying to hump me even as I took the plates over to the dining table and pulled out a chair.
I barely pulled him off me long enough to sit down, and then he was on my lap, impaling himself on my hard dick before I could suggest that he do just that. I wrapped an arm around his waist, stopping him from bouncing on it and earning a snarl in response.
“You can sit on my cock, little hurricane, but I’m not fucking you until you eat something.”
“Please,” he whined. “I need it.”
“You also need to eat. The faster you do, the sooner I’ll fuck you the way you want me to.”
He groaned but picked up the fork, eagerly shoveling food into his mouth, even as he continued to grind his hips, seeking friction. I held him as securely as I was able to with one arm, using the other to feed myself and hopefully fuel our bodies for the next few rounds.
The moment the plates were empty, Milo was fighting my hold, trying to fuck himself on my dick. I pushed them to one side of the table and slammed his body down on the other. The table groaned, but I knew it was sturdy enough to take what I was about to give him.
“Such a needy little selkie,” I groaned as my palm connected with his firm ass cheek, and Milo moaned, his body clenching around me. “You want this dick? Want me to fuck you with it until you can’t even stand up on your own?”
He nodded rapidly. Clawed fingers dug into the wooden tabletop. “Yes, fuck me. Please. Need it.”
My hands grasped his hips as I pulled out of him to slam back inside. “So needy. I’ll give you what you want. I’ll fuck you so hard and fill your womb with my cum.” I grunted. “Put a baby in you.”
“Yes,” he sobbed. “Please. Please, please, please. Row-ahhh”
His words turned into desperate moans as I gave him everything I had, fucking him hard enough that the table screeched as we jolted it over the floorboards with every thrust.
I didn’t care about the mess as he came, spilling over the wood, his body pulling my orgasm from me as I came deep inside him. “Feel that, little hurricane? Feel my cum in your womb?”
He sobbed, another smaller orgasm shuddering through his body. Then he went limp, relaxing again as the urgency of his heat passed.
A sound of protest still left his lips as I pulled out, and I nearly groaned, watching as my cum leaked out of his swollen slit.
“Stay here for a moment,” I told him, kissing between his sweaty shoulder blades.
He didn’t protest as I took some fresh towels over to our nest to put them down, then went to the bedroom to get something I knew we could make use of later.
Then I went to get some water, bringing it back to Milo and making him drink it until I was satisfied before I carried him back to the nest.
“What’s that?” he asked, as I picked up what I’d taken from the bedroom.
“It’s a dildo,” I told him. I’d had it for a while, though I didn’t use it often. Curiosity led me to purchase it years ago, when I wanted to explore what bottoming felt like without needing to go through the trouble of finding a partner in this tiny town.
I ran it over Milo’s leaking slit, letting him understand its purpose and open his legs wider for it before I pushed it inside him as he groaned.
That would hopefully keep him satisfied enough for us to get some rest.
I placed a kiss to his temple, and he snuggled into my side, nose buried in my neck.
Sleep pulled me under quickly, my body completely exhausted from the sheer amount of physical activity I’d experienced over the past two days.
I wasn’t sure how long had passed before Milo was trying to wake me up again, but my eyes were so heavy, refusing to fully open.
“Need you,” he panted against my chest, his hand stroking my cock to get it hard enough to use.
“Mmmn,” I groaned. As much as I wanted to fuck him again, I was so tired, and I needed rest. “Just… use it,” I grumbled. “I need sleep.”
Milo didn’t need to be told twice. His leg slung over my hip as he straddled me. Intense heat swallowed my dick as he lowered himself onto me, and my heavy eyes closed as I sank back against the pillows.