Of course Romlyn hadn’t been able to forget that night: The memory was burned into his skull, every time he closed his eyes he saw that ridiculously huge cock. He even dreamed about it from to time: Good dreams that left him hard and aching as well as horrible nightmares that made him whimper and sob in his sleep and caused Lydia to barge into his bedroom and shake him awake.
Romlyn grinned. “You want to do it like that again, don’t you? You want me down on my hands and knees so the wolf can fuck me until I scream my throat raw, right? Or do you want me to suck the beast off this time?”
“Shut up.” The altmer’s voice was strangely husky.
That was not a reaction he had been expecting. He wasn’t sure what to make of it and feared his suggestion hadn’t been to Serano’s liking.
The altmer stepped back from Romlyn to move behind him. Suddenly his legs were being pulled apart, and his ass was pulled back against a cold armored thigh. Romlyn laughed triumphantly when he felt metal-clad fingers massaging and kneading his cheeks.
“You aren’t serious”, Serano breathed against his back, biting him softly at the end of the sentence for emphasis.
The altmer’s hands were all over him all of a sudden, exploring his body, his arms, his chest, his stomach, but ignoring his lower regions for now.
Gauntleted fingertips caressed the sides of his body, stroked his muscles and made every thought that was about anything other than sex vanish from his mind. He gave a pleased moan but remained wary, uncertain what his lover had in mind and confused that it got him this worked up. He had hoped Serano would like his idea, but hadn’t expected this kind of enthusiasm.
“Of course I’m serious. I haven’t been able to think about anything else –” Romlyn’s breath hitched a little when the hands found his nipples. Two fingers on each side pinched and rolled the little nubs hard enough to hurt. He flinched away from the touch and gave a wanton little cry when a tongue flicked along his spine.
Romlyn was afraid of the wolf. He had no way of knowing just how much control Serano had over the animal. There had been short moments when he had been certain that Serano knew what he was doing, that he was trying to be careful, but all that had disappeared as soon as the beast’s cock found his hole. The dog had completely dominated him until he hadn’t been capable of rational thought anymore. The rutting had been fast, brutal and brainless, the animal eager for release. No matter how cruel and rough Serano tried to be when they usually had sex, he had never quite managed this when he wasn’t in beast form: The utter disrespect for Romlyn’s own needs, proving that Romlyn was nothing but a hot, willing hole to the dog. It had made Romlyn feel cheap, used even, and the ever-present fear that the wolf would probably bite his head off if his performance wasn’t to its liking hadn’t helped matters.
And gods, he had gotten off on that. He loved the way it made him feel like he was some bitch in heat that needed a cock inside him so bad he couldn’t help but spread his legs for the closest male creature. And that was exactly what he had done: He had begged and sobbed and lifted his ass as if he would die if he didn’t get that ridiculously huge cock inside him.
It was arousing to know that he could make Serano give in to his basest urges.
The way his lover had held and caressed him afterwards had made the whole incident even better.
But he couldn’t stop thinking about blood-stained claws and huge teeth that could rip him apart, and a monstrous cock that had nearly shredded his insides the last time they had done this.
“You fucking slut. Don’t tempt me like that.”
Serano cursed, and shoved Romlyn to the ground and over onto his back.
The altmer climbed over him and started stroking him again, much gentler than he had been earlier. Eventually the altmer twisted his head and lowered his mouth towards Romlyn’s chest. Romlyn hummed in pleasure as a tongue flicked over the sensitive flesh; it circled and rolled his right nipple before the altmer took it into his mouth and started sucking on it.
It was completely different from the rough pinches from before; it didn’t take much for Romlyn to melt beneath Serano’s mouth.
Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (25/?)
Romlyn grinned. “You want to do it like that again, don’t you? You want me down on my hands and knees so the wolf can fuck me until I scream my throat raw, right? Or do you want me to suck the beast off this time?”
“Shut up.” The altmer’s voice was strangely husky.
That was not a reaction he had been expecting. He wasn’t sure what to make of it and feared his suggestion hadn’t been to Serano’s liking.
The altmer stepped back from Romlyn to move behind him. Suddenly his legs were being pulled apart, and his ass was pulled back against a cold armored thigh. Romlyn laughed triumphantly when he felt metal-clad fingers massaging and kneading his cheeks.
“You aren’t serious”, Serano breathed against his back, biting him softly at the end of the sentence for emphasis.
The altmer’s hands were all over him all of a sudden, exploring his body, his arms, his chest, his stomach, but ignoring his lower regions for now.
Gauntleted fingertips caressed the sides of his body, stroked his muscles and made every thought that was about anything other than sex vanish from his mind. He gave a pleased moan but remained wary, uncertain what his lover had in mind and confused that it got him this worked up. He had hoped Serano would like his idea, but hadn’t expected this kind of enthusiasm.
“Of course I’m serious. I haven’t been able to think about anything else –” Romlyn’s breath hitched a little when the hands found his nipples. Two fingers on each side pinched and rolled the little nubs hard enough to hurt. He flinched away from the touch and gave a wanton little cry when a tongue flicked along his spine.
Romlyn was afraid of the wolf. He had no way of knowing just how much control Serano had over the animal. There had been short moments when he had been certain that Serano knew what he was doing, that he was trying to be careful, but all that had disappeared as soon as the beast’s cock found his hole.
The dog had completely dominated him until he hadn’t been capable of rational thought anymore. The rutting had been fast, brutal and brainless, the animal eager for release. No matter how cruel and rough Serano tried to be when they usually had sex, he had never quite managed this when he wasn’t in beast form: The utter disrespect for Romlyn’s own needs, proving that Romlyn was nothing but a hot, willing hole to the dog. It had made Romlyn feel cheap, used even, and the ever-present fear that the wolf would probably bite his head off if his performance wasn’t to its liking hadn’t helped matters.
And gods, he had gotten off on that. He loved the way it made him feel like he was some bitch in heat that needed a cock inside him so bad he couldn’t help but spread his legs for the closest male creature. And that was exactly what he had done: He had begged and sobbed and lifted his ass as if he would die if he didn’t get that ridiculously huge cock inside him.
It was arousing to know that he could make Serano give in to his basest urges.
The way his lover had held and caressed him afterwards had made the whole incident even better.
But he couldn’t stop thinking about blood-stained claws and huge teeth that could rip him apart, and a monstrous cock that had nearly shredded his insides the last time they had done this.
“You fucking slut. Don’t tempt me like that.”
Serano cursed, and shoved Romlyn to the ground and over onto his back.
The altmer climbed over him and started stroking him again, much gentler than he had been earlier. Eventually the altmer twisted his head and lowered his mouth towards Romlyn’s chest. Romlyn hummed in pleasure as a tongue flicked over the sensitive flesh; it circled and rolled his right nipple before the altmer took it into his mouth and started sucking on it.
It was completely different from the rough pinches from before; it didn’t take much for Romlyn to melt beneath Serano’s mouth.