Lost Star, Hawke, Morgan [novel24 .TXT] 📗

white ass and ground in. The friction felt heavenly. He groaned in sheer pleasure. “Oh but I am.” He fell over Seht’s back and whispered, “I suggest you push out very hard.” He reached down to grasp himself and slid his cock down the crack of Seht’s ass until his cock pressed against the tiny pucker right above Seht’s balls.

Seht pushed hard under Ravnos’s chest and growled, “You cannot do this. A rehkyt does not mount his master!”

Ravnos leaned down and whispered in his ear, “But I have no master.” He shoved, pressing the head of his cock against the tight opening between Seht’s cheeks.

Seht gasped and tensed, clearly resisting the intrusion.

Ravnos felt the red haze of urgency closing in on him. Blood or sex… His voice deepened to a rumbling growl. “You know what resistance does to someone like me. I suggest you stop, because I won’t.” He pushed harder, the pressure from head of his cock spreading Seht’s anus open through sheer force.

Seht moaned, his head dropping to the desktop, then arched under him. His body opened.

The head of Ravnos’s cock cleared the tight ring of muscles and forged into the hot, smooth velvet fist of Seht’s ass. Inch by snug, hot inch, his length was swallowed.

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warned him that the cockring had been a very good idea. His body was already trying to climax.

Under him, Seht released a deep and guttural groan. “You are a complete and utter bastard of the first degree.”

Ravnos stopped, pulled back just a bit. “That’s what they tell me.” He thrust in hard, slamming all the way into Seht’s body as far as he could go. The enveloping heat wrapped around his dick tightened in gentle suction, as though urging him even deeper. He released a heartfelt groan, nearly overwhelmed by hot, velvet bliss. The tightness from the cockring around the base of his dick delivered just enough of an ache to make the sensation even sweeter.

Seht hissed and released the tiniest of whimpers. “You didn’t even use your fingers to stretch me first.”

Ravnos leaned down to lap at the shell of Seht’s ear. “I thought you said you could handle a little pain.” He reached under to pinch one of Seht’s nipples and rolled his hips, grinding his cock within to force the body he’d impaled to make room for him. He felt the slightest of bumps catch on the upper edge of his cock’s crown.

Seht gasped and bucked hard.

Ravnos’s grin widened. “Liked that, eh?” Apparently, he’d caught Seht’s prostate.

He ground against it, just to be sure.

Seht moaned and shuddered, then arched and rolled his ass in reply.

Ravnos felt the velvet heat enveloping him tremble around his cock. “Oh yeah, you definitely liked that.”

Seht snarled and bucked under him. “Shut up and fuck me, you sadistic son of a bitch!”

Ravnos tightened his grip on Seht’s hair, forcing his head back down to the desk.

“Temper, temper…” He licked his lips and reach down with his free hand to clasp the hot, rigid, dripping length of Seht’s upper and primary cock. “But since you asked so sweetly”—he pulled back and braced his feet to either side of Seht’s—“your wish is my command.” He thrust, hard, then again and again, simultaneously stroking Seht’s primary cock in time with his thrusts.

Gasping and moaning, Seht reached up to grab hold of the far edge of the desk, pushed up on his toes, and shoved back to meet him, stroke for stroke.

The hot, tight velvet glove sliding along Ravnos’s dick, delivering the most exquisite sensations, combined with the rich perfume of Seht’s lust, tinted with the aroma of his blood. What little sanity he had left evaporated. He leaned down to grasp Seht’s shoulder in his flat teeth and bit down.

Seht choked and stiffened, his eyes going wide, then shuddered violently and shouted, “Ah! Fuck!”

Heated wetness spilled over Ravnos’s hand and pumped onto the floor beneath the desk. Seht had cum, finally.

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His urgency well beyond the breaking point, Ravnos projected the release command to his cockring. The gold ring loosened. Ravnos slammed into Seht as hard as he could, once, twice… His balls tightened and released. Ecstasy burned from the base of his spine all the way up to the back of his skull, then back down all the way to the tip of his cock where he pumped every last drop of himself deep into the heated grip of Seht’s ass. He threw back his head and shouted in raw, carnal victory.

Ravnos collapsed on top of Seht’s pale, sweating back.

Seht panted for breath under him. “This was not how I planned to conclude our first meeting.”

Ravnos lifted his head. “Yeah, well”—he licked across the bloody furrows his flat teeth had made across Seht’s shoulder—“plans change.” His breathing deepened, seeking the other man’s intoxicating scent of freshly spent lust.

Seht groaned. “That was not amusing.”

Ravnos rose from Seht’s back and pulled his flaccid cock free. He couldn’t help but stare at his cum seeping from Seht’s wide-open anus. It was the most incredibly erotic thing he’d ever seen. A shiver raced through him, and his cock twitched. He wanted…more. He wanted to see Seht with that half-lidded flush of spent lust spread out on the sheets of his bed. He wanted…

Ravnos jerked back, averting his gaze. He wanted what could never be. He spotted an open door and realized he was looking at a small facility. Yanking his pants up around his hips, he strode for the facility on shaking legs. He hadn’t let himself go like that in…years.

Seht rose up on one elbow, his long silver hair spilling over his arms, and looked over at Ravnos. “Where—”

Ravnos didn’t look back. “Facility. I need to get you cleaned up.” The room was small but equipped with a flushing toilet, a sink, and plenty of soft white nubby towels.

He grabbed a pair of the towels, ran the