19. Zenith’s Rut Problem
ZENITH’S RUT PROBLEM
“What about the pups?!” Emre squawked as Zenith carried him through the mansion.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got this,” Huxton said cheerfully.
“Why does that make me more wary?” Emre said.
“Because I’m going to teach them some fun songs? Three pairs of innocent ears!” Huxton’s voice rose with glee.
“You’re lucky Uriel can’t hear you right now,” Emre said, pressing his face against Zenith’s shoulder. “And Bean still can’t hear you anyway. Oh gods. What am I getting myself into?”
“We’ll undo his damage when we get back downstairs,” Zenith promised. “Hux knows how to feed and clean a pup. He’s very experienced.”
“Hey!” Huxton said from downstairs, but he was already humming and wheeling Buttwheel somewhere else.
Satisfied that his pups were in questionably good hands, Emre sagged into Zenith’s arms, gripping Zenith’s slippery shirt to inhale his scent. “I’m getting giant dick cum all over me.”
“Mmm.” Zenith rumbled, lowering Emre so his hip slid against Zenith’s thick bulge.
Emre’s breath caught. He wriggled his hand into Zenith’s pants, closing it around his hot, hard length. It was velvety and warm, and he hadn’t touched it in far too long. “I need this inside me.”
“Fuck,” Zenith groaned. “I’ll need to do an inspection first, sweetheart.” But his cock jerked eagerly, and warmth flared in Emre’s body.
Zenith jogged up the stairs and down the hallway, kicking his bedroom door shut behind them.
Then he carefully lowered Emre to the bed.
Emre reached out again, cupping Zenith’s bulge through his pants.
It was amazing that Zenith let him, that Zenith’s breath hitched when Emre ran his hand up and down his cock.
“It’s so big,” Emre whined.
Zenith’s breath rushed out; his cock jerked against Emre’s hand, growing hotter. “Shower first.”
But he didn’t move away.
So Emre leaned in, rubbing his face all over Zenith’s bulge. It was musky, and it made Emre wet. “I’m shameless. Oh gods.”
Zenith wound his fingers through Emre’s hair and rutted against his face, silently commanding Emre to accept that intimacy, to accept the scent of Zenith’s cock all over his face.
Emre’s pants grew tight. He panted and huffed down that scent, trying to lick Zenith through his pants.
“Fuck, you’re so eager,” Zenith breathed. He reached down and tugged Emre’s clothes off, leaving him completely naked. Emre leaned back and spread his legs.
Then he saw his belly—it was still a significant bump.
Emre faltered. “I’m not... not back to normal. Um. Maybe you don’t want to...?”
Zenith leaned over him, caging him against the bed. He was broad and muscled, powerful like a predator, and it made Emre bare his throat. “Sweetheart. You look like you’re still pregnant. Like you could possibly have another pup in here.” He pressed his hot palm against Emre’s belly.
Emre’s eyes widened. “Do you want to put one inside me?”
Zenith’s eyes flashed red. “Yes.”
It was just days after the birth, but Emre’s body warmed up, responding to Zenith’s touch.
What the fuck is wrong with my body?
Zenith’s gaze was intent. He stroked Emre’s belly possessively, his attention snagging on Emre’s mouth.
On instinct, Emre flicked his tongue out, wetting his lips.
Zenith groaned. “Fuck.”
He cradled Emre’s jaw with one hand, sticky wetness smearing against Emre’s skin. It would’ve been hot, except the magic cum smelled like glue.
“Ugh!” Emre wrinkled his nose. “Smells like someone’s art project.”
Zenith blinked. When he lifted his hand away from Emre’s face, strands of mystery cum stretched out between them. Zenith sighed. “Fuck. You’re right. Shower first.”
He stepped back; cold air rushed over Emre’s skin. Emre whined. Zenith gave him a heated glance and stripped off his wet clothing. His muscles rippled, abs flexing, biceps bunching. Emre shivered and couldn’t look away.
“I wish you’d knocked me up,” said his mouth. He froze.
Zenith inhaled sharply. The next thing Emre knew, he was being swept into Zenith’s arms. Zenith carried him into the bathroom and transferred him to one arm, leaving the other free to turn on the shower. “Here. Touch the water and tell me if it’s too hot.”
“That feels good,” Emre said.
Zenith brought him into the shower and shut the door. Then he sat Emre on the stone bench along the back wall, stepping in front of the spray.
He was a joy to watch. Water sluiced off his body, rivulets running between his pecs, trickling over his abs.
“Enjoying the view?” Zenith murmured. And he propped one foot on the bench next to Emre’s thigh, caging him in, showing off his thick thigh muscles, his heavy balls, and the flushed cock jutting up between them.
Emre could not ignore the invitation. He leaned in, taking Zenith’s blunt head into his mouth. The alpha hissed and jerked forward, pushing his cock deeper, shooting precum all over Emre’s tongue.
“Sweetheart,” Zenith hissed. He cupped Emre’s head and pulled him closer, feeding Emre his cock.
Emre grew so hot, he almost came.
He licked and sucked, sliding his tongue against the sensitive underside of Zenith’s tip. He pushed himself further down, filling his mouth with so much cock that he moaned and squirmed, his pulse pounding between his legs.
“Fuck, look at you,” Zenith rasped, pulling back slightly to stare at Emre. His tip was still between Emre’s lips, just barely, and Emre could see the rest of his cock just begging to be worshipped.
So he wrapped his hands around Zenith and tried to take him deeper. Zenith hissed and yanked himself out, precum shooting all over Emre’s face and chest.
“Let me clean up first,” Zenith groaned. He soaped himself, covering everything with suds. He left his cock for last though. Emre stared at that flushed, hungry length, his own body fluttering with anticipation.
“I don’t know how I’m ready again this soon,” Emre said, trying to clench his hole shut to keep his slick inside. “Just a few days ago, I—”
“I’m going to inspect you real well first,” Zenith growled. “Make sure you’re ready to take my cock.”
Emre had to bite down on his fist to stop himself from whimpering.
Zenith’s smile grew. He rinsed the suds off and crouched in front of Emre, running his large hands all over Emre’s skin to soap him up. Emre shuddered when Zenith cupped his bare throat; he panted when those hands dragged down his chest and squeezed his nipples.
“So fucking hot,” Zenith murmured, leaning in to lick up a droplet of milk. “So delicious, too.”
He closed his mouth over Emre’s nipple and sucked gently. It felt like a release, leaking into his mouth. Emre panted and spread his legs; Zenith soaped up his belly and hips, then his thighs, calves, and toes.
“Mine,” Zenith purred, cupping Emre’s balls and brushing his thumb over them.
He closed his fist around Emre’s hard cock and stroked once, base to tip.
Emre’s spine arched; his mouth fell open.
When Zenith’s fist left him completely, he tried to raise his hips.
Only for Zenith to scoop him up and bend him over his broad shoulder.
Large palms smoothed over his asscheeks. “Perfect.”
Zenith slipped his fingers into Emre’s crack, working them down to his hole. Instead of pushing in, Zenith circled Emre’s entrance, washing its rim over and over until he writhed and clenched, trying to tempt his alpha inside.
“Zenith,” Emre whimpered. “Inside, please. Now.”
“Such a beautiful omega,” Zenith purred, dipping his finger in ever so slightly, just enough for Emre to feel his hole stretch. But it wasn’t enough. Zenith didn’t penetrate him fully—he pulled his finger away.
Emre could’ve cried. He dug his nails into Zenith’s back, bucking his hips.
“Time to rinse off those suds,” Zenith murmured. “Then we’ll check your hole.”
Emre whined. “But I want you inside me now.”
Zenith laughed, low and sinful. Emre’s slick dripped down his thighs. Zenith stood him under the shower and turned him around. Then he leaned Emre back against his chest and washed Emre’s cock and balls, his fingers flicking against Emre’s sensitive nerve endings.
“Alpha,” Emre gasped, shaking so hard that Zenith purred loudly. By the time Zenith got him out of the shower, Emre was clutching at Zenith, swaying on his feet, his hole aching to be filled.
“So fucking beautiful,” Zenith whispered.
He dried Emre gently with a soft, fluffy towel. With Emre still trembling, Zenith led him to the bed and laid him out on all fours.
“Just a while more, sweetheart. Bear with me. I need to make sure I won’t hurt you.” He tucked a few pillows under Emre to help hold him up. Then he spread Emre’s legs wide apart and placed Emre’s hands on his ass. “Hold yourself open.”
Emre obeyed, spreading his legs even wider to tempt his alpha inside.
Zenith’s breath rushed out. His hands shook when he picked up his phone. His cock was dark red, dripping with precum, and the sight alone made Emre moan. Emre gripped his cheeks and spread them as wide as he could.
“Perfect,” Zenith purred. He turned on the flashlight and slid three fingers into Emre’s hole, stretching him open.
Emre shuddered. He’s looking at me inside.
Zenith pressed his fingers against Emre’s rim, opening him wider. He swiveled his phone to inspect every inch of Emre’s inner walls. “Looks fine to me. Now, tell me how this feels.”
He slid all three fingers deeper, swirling them around carefully.
“F-feels good,” Emre whimpered.
“Yeah?” Zenith growled. He set down his phone and withdrew his fingers. “I’m going to try it again, but with my cock this time. Tell me if anything hurts.”
“O-okay.”
That familiar blunt tip kissed Emre’s hole. Zenith teased Emre with it, sliding it back and forth. Then he pushed in. It felt as though Emre was being stretched out, being welcomed home.
Zenith pressed against Emre’s prostate, big and solid. Emre came hard, spilling everywhere.
Zenith yelped. “Sweetheart! Did I hurt you?”
“Hmm?” Emre turned dazedly, trying to look over his shoulder. “Wh-what?”
“Did I hurt you?” Zenith examined his face carefully.
“No, you made me come so hard,” Emre said, rocking back to take more of Zenith’s cock. “Mmm!”
Zenith blew out a sigh of relief, gathering Emre back against himself. “Thank heavens.” He pressed several kisses to Emre’s neck and shoulders. Then he reached around, squeezing Emre’s dripping cock. When he lifted his hand away, his fingers were covered in pearly white fluid.
Zenith purred and brought them to his mouth, sucking them off. “You taste delicious.”
Emre blushed.
Carefully, Zenith began to move. He rolled his hips and pushed more of his cock inside.
It was almost too much, how good he felt. Emre clutched at the sheets and moaned, spreading his legs further. “More!”
“Yeah?” Zenith nipped his earlobe. “You’re such a good omega, taking every inch of my cock. Your sweet, wet hole wrapped around me, sucking me down perfectly. It’s like you’re begging to be claimed.”
Zenith bottomed out, over and over so Emre shuddered. Each time he sank back in, pleasure seared up Emre’s spine. Emre’s cock throbbed; he began to shake all over.
“Fuck, you really love my cock,” Zenith hissed.
He thrust a little harder, a little faster.
Emre’s toes curled. With one arm wrapped around Emre’s hips, Zenith built a rhythm, pulling out halfway and rocking back in, grinding against Emre’s sweet spot.
Emre writhed. Zenith held him in place and slowly increased the force of his thrusts, until Emre panted and clutched at the sheets, his entire body singing.
“Want your cum,” Emre whimpered. “Want your knot. Need your knot so bad.”
Zenith groaned. He pounded in harder, his fingertips pressing tight on Emre’s hips, just like the last time he’d left the fingerprint bruises on Emre’s skin. Markings.
Emre whined and shoved his ass down on Zenith’s cock. Zenith snarled. He pinned Emre’s shoulders against the bed, fucking in hard.
“You feel so good, sweetheart,” Zenith growled. “Clenching around me. It feels like you’re begging to be bred.”
“Yes,” Emre hissed. “Breed me.”
Zenith fucked him into a screaming orgasm. Then he did it again, and again. By the time Emre could think, Zenith was breathing raggedly, his thrusts uneven.
“Alpha,” Emre whimpered.
With a roar, Zenith buried himself deep and pulsed, heat filling Emre inside.
“Knot,” Emre said. “Knot please.”
Zenith groaned. He kept himself buried and rolled them onto their sides, his knot swelling at the base of his cock. It shoved against Emre’s prostate, sending an electric jolt down to his toes.
“That’s like—like a magic button,” Emre said breathlessly. “Makes me come and come.”
“Yeah?” Zenith purred. He rolled his hips, pinning Emre in place as he worked his knot against that sweet spot.
Emre howled and came. Zenith massaged his prostate nonstop, giving him no time to recover.
By the time Zenith slowed down, Emre was shaking all over, wrung dry and blissed out. He floated in a daze, leaning back against his alpha.
Zenith loomed over him with a frown. “Did I go too far?”
Emre shook his head. His sweaty hair rubbed all over the pillows. “It was amazing. You turned me into puppet for your cock. A cock puppet. All you had to do was move inside me and I’d make sounds.”
Zenith huffed, nuzzling his hair. “Your sounds were incoherent, sweetheart. I don’t think you’d make a very good puppet.”
“Just make me say ‘cock’. I can say ‘cock’.”
“Now you can. You couldn’t do that five minutes ago.” Zenith gave him a meaningful look.
“Hey, your cock reached through me and grabbed my tongue from the inside,” Emre protested. Then he hid his face in his hands. “Please just shut me up.”
Zenith grinned brightly. “I don’t know. I enjoy hearing your words. They’re very refreshing.”
Emre peeked through a crack in his fingers. “Are you going to turn me into a book character?”
“Maybe someday,” Zenith admitted.
“You could cure me of my foot-in-mouth syndrome,” Emre said hopefully.
Zenith laughed. “No, that’s what makes you so amazing to be around.”
“Dammit!”
“Trust me, it’s a good thing.”
They lounged around for a while, curled up against each other.
Except it couldn’t last.
“Oh,” Huxton gasped from somewhere in the mansion. “Hmm. Oh dear. Some help here, Scribbly Master?”