by ID Locke
“You like, huh?”
“Fuck, yeah. I always like your mouth on me.”
I laughed. That was true. One of the things Etireh was doing during our play time was slowly training my mouth to take more of him. He wanted me to swallow, too, but that’s not something I enjoyed. Although, I knew at some point he was going to make me do it during one of our scenes and the idea of being forced to swallow for his pleasure always made my cock twitch in anticipation.
Vines wound around my legs to brush teasingly over my balls but didn’t go any farther. I’d have loved for him to push some into my ass, but he seemed to be holding back, possibly because when his vines touched me, he could feel it through them as if it was his hands on me. I could ask him to do it, but his vines inside me always shot lust through my system so fast, I went from aroused to ready to blow between one breath and the next. There was no way in hell I wanted to come before I got my dick into his ass, which was a real possibility if he did anything with his vines.
I went back to licking and sucking Etireh’s cock. I fondled his balls, pulling and squeezing them firmly. Sweat broke out on his skin and although he was trying to stay still, the muscles of his belly rippled and he twisted ever so slightly under my hands and mouth. His hands tangled in my hair and he tugged hard as he panted lightly. He plain loved my mouth on his dick and I loved having it there. I moaned around his cock, liking the roughness of his fingers tangled in my hair. I sucked harder on Etireh and he pulled on my hair painfully.
“Going to come if you don’t back off, Wynn,” Etireh said through clenched teeth.
I didn’t want to stop sucking Etireh’s cock, but I also didn’t want him blowing his load before I had my dick in his ass. I wanted to feel him squeezing me when he came and god only knew when I’d get the chance again. Hell, I was still a little shocked that he was going to let me fuck him. His cock slapped against his belly when I opened my mouth and set it free. He swore softly and his breathing was erratic. The head was dark red and shiny from my spit and his pre-come. He looked very fuckable and there was nothing I wanted more at that moment than to stuff my cock in his ass.
I grabbed the lube from the vines, opened it, and squirted a generous amount over my fingers. I wasn’t anywhere near as thick as Etireh, but no lube or prep was just… rude. And there was a good chance that I’d want to do Etireh again and if I was an inconsiderate asshole about it now, my chances of getting to do him again sometime were somewhere between no-fucking-way and not-a hope-in-hell.
Etireh flinched when I rubbed the cool lube against his hole. I snickered and he scowled at me. I rubbed my finger back and forth over the puckered skin, not even attempting to push into him. In less time than I thought, he was subtly thrusting his hips down, trying to get me to push into him. He made a frustrated noise in his throat and narrowed his eyes at me.
“Wynn….” There was warning in Etireh’s voice. Even if he was bottoming for me, he still liked to be in charge. Good thing I liked that shit.
“What? You tease the fuck out of me all the time. Turn-around is fair play you know.”
Etireh smirked at me. Uh oh. Etireh always got exceptionally, creatively cruel in the kinkiest way possible when he got that look. My heart sped up and my dick twitched in anticipation. Whatever he was going to do was going to be seven kinds of cool. Vines twisted around my cock, caging it and giving it a series of little squeezes that felt like the best hand-job of my life.
“You’re going to stop playing around, finish lubing up my ass, and fuck me hard like you promised, or I’m going to use my vines around your cock to jerk you off before you get anywhere near my ass and you lose the chance to fuck me. I’ll also punish your teasing ass later in a way that you’re not going to find the least bit fun.”
A shiver worked over my whole body. For about half a second, I was tempted to keep teasing him just to see what he’d do punishment-wise that he thought I wouldn’t think was fun. The vines wrapped around my cock rippled down the length, almost like he was trying to milk my dick, and a soft trill of pleasure left my throat even as I recognized the move for the warning that it was. Nope, Etireh wasn’t bluffing. He never bluffed and I adored that about him. I got serious about prepping him, adding more lube and pushing in first one and then two fingers into him, scissoring him open.
Etireh was tight and hot and my cock jumped at the idea that I’d soon be pushing into him. He wriggled his hips and a pleasure-filled hum sounded from his throat. I pushed my fingers a little farther into him, smirking a tiny bit when I brushed over his gland and he groaned loudly. I leaned forward and started giving his cock a tongue-bath while I finger-fucked his ass and his breath shuddered out of him. The vines around my dick squeezed and released and a moan of pleasure sounded from me.
“Wynn, now,” Etireh demanded in a low voice.
For a guy who could spend forever teasing and arousing the fuck out of me, he had zero patience when he was on the receiving end of the teasing. Good thing I was starting to get a little impatient myself. I licked my lips in anticipation and pulled my fingers from his ass. God, but he was hot when he was all demanding and controlling. I stroked my lube-slicked hand over my dick, leering when Etireh closed his eyes and his hips jerked up at feeling me stroking myself and the vines still wrapped around my dick. I waited for him to pull the vines away, but they stayed where they were, squeezing my cock in a brain-melting rhythm. I could probably come from him doing that alone.
“Etireh, take your vines off my cock so I can fuck you,” I said, my voice rough with need.
Etireh opened his eyes and gave me a wicked smile that sent lust shooting straight to my dick.
“No. Fuck me like that.”
My mouth went dry at the thought of my dick inside Etireh with his vines wrapped around it. It’d be like getting fucked two different ways for both of us. Jesus-fucking-Christ, Etireh was one kinky bastard. God, I loved that about him. The vines Etireh was supported by lowered him to hip-height again and I lined my cock up to his hole and pushed the head in slowly.
Etireh exhaled softly and groaned a protest when I stopped with just the head inside him to let him adjust. The vines around my legs shifted to cup my ass, pulling me closer and pushing my cock into him at the same time. I bared my teeth at the almost painfully tight slide into him. He felt amazing and my arousal climbed higher.
“Mmm, feels good, Wynn. Don’t play around. I’m too close,” Etireh said with a little hip wiggle.
I nodded. Unless Etireh was going to give me a vine cock ring, there was no way in hell I was going to last more than ten minutes, tops. My hands gripped his hips and I started fucking him with purpose. Nice, long strokes, pulling almost the entire way out before slamming back in hard. The first rough thrust had Etireh’s back arch and a groan of pure pleasure escaped him. I grinned, knowing I’d nailed his prostate and was about to do it again. The vines around my cock gripped and released me, sending jolts of lust through my system and making my rhythm stutter a little. “Ribbed for your pleasure” had taken on a whole new meaning for both of us.
Ten minutes? I’d be lucky to last a half dozen thrusts with what his vines were doing and the tight heat of his ass.
I wanted Etireh to come before I did, but the man had wicked control and he was working extra hard to push my buttons and make me come. I liked it that he was still dominating me even while I fucked him, but I really, really wanted to feel him lose control before I did. I smirked when the perfect solution came to me. It was a bit of a dirty trick, a whole lot kinky and I might be setting myself up for some punishment later for doing it, but I knew Etireh would love it right now. The man did have a fur fetish after all.
I went still, buried deep in his ass, and shifted just enough to have silky, short white fur cover my body and to sharpen my teeth. Etireh’s eyes widened in surprise before carnal lust flashed through them, making the red pupils glow like rubies and the g
reen and yellow irises shine with Faeness. He was always hot, but when he let his inhuman half show like he was now, he was spectacular. My cock jerked hard and I needed to take a deep breath and let it out slowly to keep myself from coming on the spot.
I ground into Etireh and nuzzled his throat, licking the sensitive skin behind his ear and breathing in the scent of earth and plant that was pure Etireh and headier to me than any aphrodisiac. I scraped my teeth against his skin between licks and he shivered, his hips undulating and encouraging me to keep fucking him. I was going to mark Etireh as mine and my ermine teeth were worlds better for that than my human ones. The mark would also last a hell of a lot longer if I did it while partially shifted, even if Etireh was half-Fae and healed faster than a human would. I rubbed my fur-coated belly and chest over Etireh, sandwiching his cock between us, and smiled against his skin when his breath caught and he shivered.
“Fuck, Wynn. Oh fuck, thank you,” Etireh hissed through his teeth as his arms came up to hold me close and he locked his ankles against my waist, grinding into me.
Etireh started to move his hips, his vines helping him to fuck himself on my cock. The vines wrapped around my dick rippled and made my head spin with pleasure. Vines pushed and pulled me to fuck Etireh faster and harder. A low trill sounded from my throat at how kinky it was to have Etireh make me fuck him and I clamped my teeth over the meaty joint of Etireh’s neck and shoulder. I tasted blood with a little kick of magic to it and growled softly. Etireh screamed and his back arched as he came hard, the sharp pain of my bite tipping him over.
His ass and vines clenched and released my cock in an orgasm-inducing rhythm. I stayed perfectly still, buried deep inside him, despite the way my body was urging me to pump my hips roughly. I was sure that three strokes, max, was all I’d need to shoot my spunk inside him and I wanted to enjoy every second of his orgasm. Etireh moaned and yanked hard on the short fur at the nape of my neck, making me growl at him but not let go of his shoulder.
“Come, Wynn. Now,” Etireh ordered and tugged hard on my fur again.
The vines still wrapped around my cock milked my orgasm from me without my having to move my hips an inch. I bit Etireh a little harder in my pleasure and he swore softly, but his ass clenched tight and released in pleasure even as he tilted his hips up to take me as deeply as he could. My cock pulsed hard and my balls almost ached with release and I loved every second of it. I finally let go of Etireh’s shoulder after the last spurt of come was forced from me, and licked the sluggishly bleeding teethmarks that now decorated his skin. My heart was racing a mile a minute and I could feel Etireh’s doing the same. Damn, that’d been good.
Etireh’s hands stroked down the fur of my back for several minutes, sending me into post-orgasmic bliss. He knew I adored it when he petted me so gently. I was exhausted in the best way possible and didn’t want to move any time soon. I’d loved getting my dick into Etireh’s ass, but I still liked it better when he shoved that awesomely thick cock of his into me. Etireh gave me an easy push and I flopped to my side on the suddenly king-sized bed of vines supporting us, my softening cock slipping out of his ass. The vines around my dick unwound and slithered over the come-soaked fur of my belly. I watched through half-closed eyes as the vines soaked up Etireh’s pollen-dusted spunk.
A satisfied sound came from Etireh and a lazy grin tugged my lips up. He could get a subdued flavor on his tongue when his vines absorbed things if he wanted and every time they soaked up come, he definitely wanted. I might not really like the taste of come, but Etireh treated it like a delicacy he didn’t get often enough and I thought it was hotter than hell to watch him take so much pleasure in it. It was even better when he licked it up. Didn’t matter if it was mine or his either, although he said mine tasted better. I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and turned my head to look.
My eyes went wide when I saw a vine about as big around as two of my fingers rise up between Etireh’s still spread legs. The vine caressed his thighs making him moan softly. I sat up to watch and licked my lips as the vine sent out little tendrils to stroke his balls and cock, wringing tiny pleasure noises from him. The main vine dragged through some of come smeared on the inside of his thigh before heading straight for Etireh’s mouth. He opened his lips eagerly and I watched as he started to lick and suck the come off the vine, the whole time making happy, slurping sounds as he locked eyes with me, knowing I’d love the lewd visual.
“Fuck that’s hot,” I said in a low voice, lazy desire trying to stir my cock to life again.
“Glad you think so,” Etireh said with a grin. “I have this fantasy of shooting a nice big load in your ass and then snowballing you. We’ll probably have to work you up to that since you don’t like swallowing, but doing that will be a hell of a lot of fun. We’ll start slow. Maybe with an open gag while I have you restrained and I’ll just come in your mouth so you don’t have a choice but to swallow. Yeah, I think I like that idea. Training you to swallow on my command is going to be so much fun.”
My dick twitched and heat pooled low in my belly. I didn’t like to swallow, but the idea of Etireh ordering me to do it or even taking away my choice in the matter pushed every kink button I had extra hard. I grinned and leaned down to kiss him, rubbing a thumb over the slightly raised teeth marks on his shoulder at the same time.
“Sounds hot. Make sure you wear an open shirt for the next few days. I want those snotty Fae to see that you’ve been claimed. I don’t like people trying to steal my boyfriend.”
Etireh laughed and kissed me, slipping his tongue between my lips. I loved the way he tasted and didn’t even mind the bit of saltiness that was my spunk. Then again, he’d been kissing me with tongue a lot just after licking up our come so I was sort of used to it. My eyes widened when it hit me what he’d been doing for weeks. Etireh pulled back from the kiss and chuckled.
“Finally clued in, huh? Took you long enough.”
“Sneaky bastard,” I grumbled without any heat to the words.
“And this is news how?” Etireh asked with a soft snort before his voice became serious. “I let you mark me because it pleased me that you felt the need to do that. I like knowing that you wanted a visible mark, for however long it lasts, on me to warn others off. I’ve been thinking and I’d like you to wear something of mine as well, to show you’re taken.”
Butterflies swooped into being in my stomach. What had started off as something not-so-serious when I bit Etireh as a sign of possession suddenly was. His desire for me to wear something of his to show who I belonged to was awesome in my books. I was totally okay with that, as I loved everything we did together, but I hadn’t any idea that Etireh had been thinking along those lines. I would love to wear something of his to show that I was taken, but my being a shifter made that almost impossible. As soon as I shifted, the ring or bracelet or necklace would fall off my smaller form. I wouldn’t want to leave whatever he gave me with a pile of clothes because it might not be there when I got back. If I shifted on the fly, there’d be no chance to safely put away whatever it was and it’d be lost forever.
Fuck, this sucked.
“I’d love to wear something of yours, Etireh, but I can’t. The first time I shifted, it’d fall off and maybe get lost. I’m not about to be that careless with something that would have meaning to both of us. I’m sorry,” I said, my voice holding more than a touch of disappointment.
“And you didn’t think I’d have considered that already? Really, Wynn, you should know better by now,” Etireh said with a hard swat to my ass.
Okay, now I was confused. Etireh must’ve seen that in my expression because he sighed softly and started petting my closest body part as he spoke, making me want to wriggle in delight.
“I know that you’d lose whatever traditional type of jewelry I’d give you if you needed to change suddenly. I’d also prefer to give you something a little more personal and connected to me th
an a gold ring or silver necklace.”
“Umm, I can’t wear silver, Etireh. Just for future reference, it gives me a horrible rash and if it’s on my skin long enough, it’ll burn me.”
Etireh nodded. “Noted. But what I had in mind was more personal and able to adapt to you shifting and not getting lost.”
A vine rose up next to Etireh and he pulled a smaller vine out that was about the thickness of my thumb. Another vine appeared next to him with one of the wickedly long thorns on it. Etireh held up his empty hand and the vine with the thorn whipped out, piercing through the center of his palm before snapping back and disappearing wherever it had come from. I swore and tried to grab his palm to see the damage done, but he moved his hand away and brought the small vine to his bleeding palm and dragged it through the blood running from the wound.
Etireh said some words in a language I didn’t understand—Fae, I assumed—and the blood disappeared into the vine he held. The wound on his palm stopped bleeding and the hole punched through it closed up as I watched. Etireh sat up and I followed suit. He held the vine palm-up in both hands and raised it so that it was level with my throat. His expression was very serious and his voice had almost an echoing quality to it.
“Will you accept this gift of flesh and blood freely given and pledge yourself to me, Wynn Bradley? I, Etireh Bougainvillea, vow upon my flesh and blood to care and keep you above all else.”
My breath caught in my throat. This was serious shit and completely unexpected. His words and tone of voice said this was more than just giving your lover a gift like a promise ring or something. I wanted to say yes, but I also wanted to make sure I understood what I was getting myself into. Only an idiot made promises to the Fae without checking the fine print of the deal even if they were already said Fae’s boyfriend.
“What, exactly, does this mean and symbolize, Etireh?”
A smile twitched his lips. “I’m asking you to be my exclusive lover and offering you the same in return. This is a binding contract among the Fae, and unless I’ve read you terribly wrong, I think we both want this. I’m not asking for a marriage-like contract. Yet. I don’t think either one of us is at that stage, but I hope to be in the future. I enjoy our time together, whatever we’re doing. I’m falling in love with you, Wynn.”