by Alex Jace
Sebastian gave him a rough shake, still pinning him down. “Behave. I’m not going to fuck you until you relax, so you might as well calm down.”
Kit bit his lip. He dragged in one long breath after another, forcing himself quiet, until his body unclenched. His heart was beating a million miles an hour, his nails digging into his palms.
“Good.” Sebastian slid up his body, hot muscle against his. Sebastian’s heavy weight pressed him down into the warm covers, inescapable. Kit shuddered, craving what was coming. “Still sure?” Sebastian asked him.
“Yes.” Kit had never been so sure of anything as he was that he needed this. He would only be complete when Sebastian finally claimed him.
Sebastian slipped his hands under Kit’s knees, forcing him open wider. Kit trembled under him. “Last chance,” Sebastian whispered to him.
Kit cracked. “Please! Please just take me!”
Sebastian chuckled. “As you wish.”
And Sebastian breached him slowly, so slowly. That first exquisite slide into him brought Kit arching up, crying out helplessly, his whole body racked by intense pleasure. The sheer size of Sebastian inside him was overwhelming, filling Kit to bursting. He couldn’t cling tight enough, couldn’t pant hard enough, as Sebastian slid inexorably deep into him. His voice rose, he pressed himself tight into Sebastian, every muscle tautening until he finally his master was sheathed tight inside him.
It was the sensation of a lock being opened, of tumblers falling into place, of that final sweet click as it fell open. He could feel himself wrapping tight around his master, body and soul. The power of that moment of completion stole his breath; he knew then that this was what he had been made for. Nothing in the world mattered except this.
Sebastian’s little growl of satisfaction melted Kit completely. “You are perfect,” Sebastian said hoarsely, and Kit brimmed over with the warm glow of knowing he had pleased his master. Sebastian shifted against him; Kit moaned aloud, stuffed so full that even the slightest movement created delicious, maddening friction. “Squeezing me so tight. That’s good.” Sebastian eased halfway out, only to slide back in, forcing a gasp from Kit.
Kit could barely deal with the intensity of the sensation. He felt full to the point of pain, stretched deliciously beyond bearing. His heart beat frantically against his ribs, his breath coming ragged. The pleasure surged inside him like the sea; it threatened to sweep him tumbling away. His need kept escaping in little whimpers as he clung to Sebastian so tight that his nails must be digging into those powerful shoulders.
Sebastian pushed harder on his thighs, nearly doubling him up, held pinned open and helpless under Sebastian’s weight. The tiny shift in angle made it even sweeter for Kit; the next thrust had him crying out. “Don’t you dare come,” Sebastian growled; he must be able to feel Kit trembling on the brink, his body clenching rhythmically. “You can wait until I let you. You can…” His voice went ragged, he dropped his forehead onto Kit’s bare shoulder with a groan. His grip tightened as his thrusts got rougher, more brutal.
The pain only heightened Kit’s pleasure. He needed this so badly, it was sweet torment. Kit arched up into those thrusts, clawing and clutching, and even as Sebastian ordered him not to, Kit came helplessly around him.
The climax that hit Kit then flooded him with heat, a feeling like sunlight, pure and sweet. Every muscle clenched tight and Kit arched, his whole body tautening. A fierce gold glow spilled out of his skin like firelight. He could feel his master drawing on that rush of hot magic, feeding from him, feasting on his power.
It was a feeling so intense, so exquisite, that it dragged out Kit’s climax into endless hot shudders. He felt so owned, so possessed, with his master buried deep inside him, taking his pleasure from Kit’s body even as he drank his fill of Kit’s magic.
Afterward Kit clung to his master for a long time, shaken to his foundations. He was still panting, his heart rate slowing and settling, his body one hot throb.
Silence had fallen. It stretched out for long heartbeats. The fear struck Kit that he might not have pleased his master. Maybe since it was Kit’s first time he hadn’t been very good at it. Maybe Sebastian wouldn’t want to keep him after all. Finally the worry got too much and Kit had to whisper, “Master?” His voice trembled slightly.
Sebastian lifted his dark head to look up at him. The sheer heat in those intense blue eyes made Kit’s stomach contract with excitement. “I will never get tired of hearing you say that.” It was a deep rumble that reverberated right through Kit where they were pressed tight together. Sebastian cupped his hot face, one thumb gently finding his lips. “That… was amazing.”
Kit glowed. He had pleased his master. It was a simple need, easily satisfied, filling him with warmth.
Sebastian dipped his head to steal a sweet, slow kiss. They were locked together so intimately, so deliciously, that the slightest shift of Sebastian’s weight on top of him made Kit moan. That hot golden glow kindled in Kit again, sweeping him up, speeding his pulse and heating him to burning. He squeezed tight reflexively. It was impossible to grow tired of this; he could feel Sebastian stiffen again inside him, an amazing sensation.
“Mmm. You are asking for it now.” Sebastian began to rock lazily into him. Each slow thrust skimmed the sweet spot inside Kit that made him see sparks. Sebastian slipped one hand under his ass to adjust his angle, and the next thrust had Kit whimpering out loud as he clung tighter. “That’s better, isn’t it. That’s what you need.”
Kit arched under him; he could feel his master drawing on his magic again, feeding on his pleasure. “Master…” It came out hoarse.
“You want more?” Sebastian gave him a wicked smile.
“Yes.” Lots more.
“Good.” Sebastian captured Kit’s hands above his head, pressing them into the soft pillow, so that Kit was stretched out under him. “Because you’re going to stay here on your back until I’m quite done with you.”
#
Incredible. That was the only word Sebastian could think of as Kit snuggled into him, momentarily exhausted. Kit’s green eyes slid closed, dark lashes brushing his cheekbones; there was a flush in those hot cheeks.
Sebastian had heard from other sorcerers what it was like to claim an incubus for your own, mastering it body and soul, taking its magic, but the reality was even more intense than he could have imagined. Each taste of that hidden fire inside Kit, his innate magic that begged to be drawn out, only increased Sebastian’s hunger for more. And Kit had been so delightful, all slippery and needy, pleading to be fucked harder. Sebastian could still feel the sting of Kit’s fingernails in his shoulders, the ache of Kit’s urgent grip.
Kit’s sleepiness didn’t fool Sebastian for a moment. He had only to touch those soft lips for Kit to shiver against him, stirring. Sebastian turned Kit over without a word, laying him face down, spreading his legs; Kit gave a feeble twitch, but when Sebastian settled between his thighs, Kit only made a low sound of hunger as his lashes fluttered. Kit’s hand fisted slightly in the bedcovers.
Sebastian’s pulse started to pick up as he slid slowly, slowly into that tight, gripping body. Kit was hot and smooth as silk around him, Kit’s inner muscles clenching deliciously. Kit gave a little moan, his lips starting to form the word master.
Incredible. Again. Sebastian eased nearly out of him, only to drive powerfully home. He set up a demanding rhythm, pounding that slick, tight body. Kit shuddered under him, making the most intoxicating sounds. Sebastian bit down gently on his throat, savouring the hot skin there; he could taste the flutter of Kit’s pulse.
When he drew that beautiful gold magic out Kit began to glow, subtle and unearthly. Kit’s heavy eyes fluttered open with gold fire at the heart of the green. He really was extraordinary.
“You can sleep,” Sebastian whispered to him, “when I let you.”
Only at dawn did Sebastian finally let him sleep.
#
Kit woke feeling amazing. He was filled with
warm satisfaction, a liquid feeling that spilled out of him. There was a sweet ache all through his body that only intensified as he stirred; he could feel those memories all over him.
Sebastian was playing with his hair, fingertips rubbing his sensitive scalp. His strong arms were wrapped around him. Kit felt so safe in his arms, so wanted. It occurred to Kit that he could wake up like this every morning for the rest of his life. Kit rubbed his cheek against Sebastian’s chest as he snuggled closer.
“Good morning, kitten.” Sebastian was still stroking his hair, coaxing him without words to relax. If Kit relaxed any more he might actually melt into a puddle. “How are we feeling?”
Like he had been very thoroughly and expertly fucked. The memory of that intense pleasure made Kit shiver. He reddened. “Good.” It came out a whisper.
Sebastian chuckled. “That’s what I like to hear. You liked being fucked?”
Kit gave a slight nod even as his face heated further. He could not remember ever needing anything so badly, craving it so much. It had been every bit as amazing as Sebastian had promised him. Kit could still feel the ache deep inside.
Sebastian dipped a hand beneath the duvet to stroke his warm bare back, getting another shiver from him. “You’re very quiet.”
“Tired.” Kit felt heavy and leaden with satisfaction. He had been fucked so hard that he could barely move.
“No surprise, after the night you had.” Sebastian’s voice dropped, rough and low. “You did well last night. You did as you were told just like you promised. Kept your legs open for me.” Kit shuddered against him, remembering the sheer intensity of being mastered, the sense of finally becoming complete. “I must have fucked you half a dozen times. And now I’m going to do it again.”
Kit’s excitement leaped before Sebastian rolled him easily beneath his hot, hard body and leaned down to capture his mouth. Kit yielded instinctively. Sebastian took his time kissing him, slow and thorough, getting Kit breathless; Kit’s pulse skittered, his body tightening. Sebastian bit Kit’s lip before taking his mouth away, leaving behind the sweet sting of his teeth.
“Turn around,” Sebastian said, that familiar heat in his eyes, “so you can suck my cock while I get you ready.”
Kit scrambled to obey. He loved pleasing his master this way; there was something primal and thrilling about his master’s cock in his mouth, his master’s hands cradling his head, the enforced obedience. He licked a path down Sebastian’s muscled stomach, savouring the taste of his skin, the scent of him as he nuzzled further.
Sebastian’s fingers slid into his hair, applying gentle pressure. Kit opened obediently for that hot length to slide into his mouth. Kit moaned, his eyes fluttering shut, overcome by the feel of the silky skin, the heat, the power of Sebastian’s grip on his head. The flavour burst on his tongue and overwhelmed him.
“Mmm. That’s good. You have a talent for sucking cock. I know you can take me deeper.” Sebastian pushed his head gently down; Kit worked to take him as deep as he wanted. With Sebastian cupping the back of his head, Kit couldn’t deny him even if he wanted to, and the helpless feeling turned him on. Sebastian’s hand flexed lazily, setting a rhythm for Kit’s sucking.
“Spread your legs.” One hot hand slid up the sensitive inside of Kit’s thigh and Kit opened reflexively. Sebastian teased his pucker with one fingertip and Kit whimpered around his mouthful. Last night’s memories crowded in, filling him with a hot ache that demanded satisfaction.
That fingertip circled tantalisingly, making Kit shudder. He needed a finger inside him; he was already looking forward to that first sweet moment of clenching that would tighten every muscle. “A little wider,” Sebastian murmured to him, and Kit knew he was only doing this to make Kit feel even more vulnerable to him, but Kit spread his legs wider anyway.
Sebastian pushed his finger into him and Kit clutched with a gasp, racked with sudden pleasure. Kit’s body locked tight and he squeezed around the finger. “You are so tight. Like I haven’t spent all night fucking you.” Sebastian slid another finger into him and made him shudder. Kit gripped a fistful of the duvet, overcome with sensation.
“Kitten,” Sebastian said warningly, and Kit realised he had stopped sucking. Kit tried to obey, but the slow rub of Sebastian’s fingertips over the sweet spot inside him was utterly distracting. Kit faltered again, unable to think about anything but getting fingered. “Kitten.” Sebastian tugged on his hair to get his attention back. Kit made a small sound of complaint. It wasn’t fair to play with him like this and still expect him to focus.
Sebastian chuckled. “I give up. You obviously can’t concentrate on anything except getting fucked.” Sebastian slipped his fingers out of him, a deliciously intense feeling, and tugged Kit up to lie beneath him. Sebastian spread Kit’s thighs; Kit quivered, already alive and thrumming with anticipation, knowing what was coming.
When Sebastian eased into him, Kit arched immediately, pressing up into Sebastian—he couldn’t help it, the feeling was too intense. He couldn’t imagine ever taking for granted the power of his master’s possession. He shut his eyes with a little moan of satisfaction as he felt himself begin to glow with the intense gold of the magic his master was drawing from him, sheathed deep within his body.
Sebastian curved his body around him, sheltering him. “I can do this for you every day, kitten.” His voice was taut with effort as he fought for control. “I can make you come over and over. I can keep you in my lap stuffed full of my cock all day and spread you open in my bed all night. Whatever you want. I like to hear you scream when you come.”
“I don’t…”
“You do,” Sebastian said, low and rough. “You do scream. It’s delicious. I like to know that I’m pleasing you. You can beg as loudly as you need.”
Kit swallowed hard. The hoarseness of his voice suggested maybe he had screamed a lot last night.
His master wrapped tighter around him, one strong arm around him keeping them locked together. Kit clutched his arm, breathless and overheated, the slow, maddening pace driving him crazy. Sebastian always got him so worked up before even entering him that Kit could barely last a minute. “Harder,” Kit whispered.
“No.”
Kit twisted inside his imprisoning arm, feverish with need. His body clenched reflexively. He felt so full, so owned, it was a sweet ache. “Please.” The next thrust sent hot sparks of pleasure through him and Kit tried to arch into him. “Please!”
Sebastian tugged his knee up, opening him even wider, and started to fuck him in earnest. Each powerful thrust rocked Kit’s whole body and jolted another pleading sound from Kit’s throat. Until finally Sebastian slid a hand down to wrap around his cock and Kit came instantly, crying out as he shuddered his pleasure, his master still pounding him.
Afterward Kit had been fucked so hard that he slipped into a sweet daze. Every inch of his body ached in the best possible way. His heavy eyes fell shut. He could not imagine ever moving again.
He murmured a complaint when Sebastian unwound from around his body, but Sebastian came back very soon to clean him up, then wrapped him in a robe. Sebastian stroked his hair back from his flushed face. “Time to get up, kitten. You need to eat to keep your strength up. So I can fuck you some more.”
Kit really did not want to get out of that nice warm bed. He tried to burrow deeper into the soft covers. Maybe Sebastian would take pity on him.
He should have remembered that Sebastian had no pity. Sebastian threw back the covers so that the cool air hit his hot skin. “Do as you’re told.” Kit reluctantly dragged himself out of bed.
He was only allowed at the breakfast table in his master’s lap, only allowed to eat from his fingers. There was something extremely intimate about being fed like this; it was stupid to be shy given what they’d done together, but Kit still reddened as he accepted a grape from his master’s fingertips.
Sebastian was watching him hungrily. The slow sweep of his gaze down Kit’s body made Kit shiver, pressed up tigh
t against him at his mercy. The silence stretched out; Kit became acutely aware of every place they were pressed together. Kit’s pulse picked up and he squirmed slightly in his master’s lap. He wondered if he could persuade Sebastian to fuck him on the table.
In the spirit of mischief, Kit licked Sebastian’s fingertip. Sebastian’s eyes darkened, and Sebastian pressed that fingertip to his lips, demanding entrance. Kit opened willingly; the slide of Sebastian’s finger over his tongue gave him a hot shudder of longing. He did not understand how Sebastian could heat him up with just a look, just a touch. He had had Sebastian deep inside him most of the night and yet it wasn’t enough, he still needed more.
“More?” Sebastian murmured in his ear. “You’ve been fucked very hard today. You must be tired.”
The ache of hot tiredness only made Kit crave his master’s touch more. “Don’t stop,” Kit said around his finger.
Sebastian tugged him closer. “Kitten,” he said, “I’ll never stop.”
SHARED
“How would you feel,” Sebastian asked one day, “about being shared with other men?”
Kit froze. He had been tucked into his master’s side in the library reading a book, and now he did not dare look up. Maybe he was supposed to say no, that nobody could please him the way his master did. Or maybe this was a kink and he should say yes.
Kit went with the safest bet. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
Sebastian reached over, snapped his book shut and took it out of his hands. Kit stared at his empty hands instead, still not daring to look up. He did not want to know what his master was thinking. “Pay attention while I’m talking to you,” Sebastian said.