Sometime after, the werewolf fell asleep with his little dog tucked close. Sid slipped from the bed and returned to the troll’s room. He knew something was up with Avery, and it was more than the mere mention of the island. The revelation of Drake’s involvement had triggered it. And no surprise, considering Mark’s ex-lover, Ethan, had run into Drake’s arms after he found out about Avery and Mark’s affair. Had Drake and Ethan planned this murder with the intent to frame Avery all along?
The troll lay on his side. His silhouette looked like the mountains he once called home. Sid sat on the bed and shook one shoulder. “Avery, wake up.”
The troll growled and snorted, but finally he rolled over. In the soft light of the bedroom, Sid took him in. Love he left unspoken punched him in the heart. Lust he wanted to act on slithered up his groin. The troll was a fine specimen of muscled monster. He was built thick all over, from his neck, to his dick, to his quads. But not bulky and ugly, Sid has always thought. Rather, the planes and curves of his massive form made him look like a giant sculpture. And Sid had always loved the shaggy look. Avery had just enough hair covering his head, face, and body to be sexy.
“What do you want?” the troll murmured.
“Something’s bugging you.” He touched the troll’s temple, concentrated, but only saw blackness inside his ex-lover’s mind. “And you’re shielding so I can’t see it. Why?”
The troll grumbled and threw an arm over his piercing yellow eyes. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Sid huffed. “Well, you’re going to.” He lay down, pressing his naked flesh against the troll’s side. “I’m not leaving until you tell me.”
“I could use sex to distract you.” Avery coiled a beefy paw around Sid’s cock.
His penis twitched and began to harden, but he removed the troll’s grip just the same. “If you’re hungry, we can fuck after you talk. I’ll feed you, but spill first.”
“I haven’t fed in months,” the troll whispered, then he nuzzled Sid’s neck.
The bristles of his beard tickled deliciously and Sid shivered, but he pushed him back. “Talk, Avery.”
Avery snorted. “This is a change. Usually you avoid confrontation and jump on fornication.”
“This is serious business.”
“Fine.” The troll sighed. “Ethan came by while you and Warren were gone.”
The vampire’s chest squeezed tight. If his heart still beat, it would be racing. “That’s awfully convenient, don’t you think?”
Avery met his gaze. “It is, considering what you and the werewolf learned at Headquarters.”
“You think he and Drake had this set up planned all along? Kill Mark and make you their scapegoat?”
“It’s beginning to look that way, isn’t it?” Avery scratched his massive pecs. “Ethan wanted us to bring Warren in for werewolf training, and he wanted to join our investigation.”
Sid snorted. “Fat chance on both. He can kiss our collective asses. As far as I’m concerned, he’s in the ‘do not trust category.’“
Avery hung his head. “I slept with him this afternoon. It was … unexpected.”
Anger flashed through Sid. He clenched his teeth. “Oh, so you’re allowed to fuck untrustworthy werewolves, but I can’t bring home strays? How hypocritical of you.”
“He initiated it,” Avery growled. “Now I wonder if he did it to peek inside my mind. Scan my thoughts for info.” He slammed a fist down on his meaty thigh. “Fuck, sometimes I let my cock make me way too stupid.”
Sid rubbed his leg, sighed. “We’ll fix this. Don’t worry.” How could he not have compassion for the monster he loved? Despite all their recent fights, the heartbreak they’d thrown at each other, Avery still meant a lot to him.
Avery turned his head slowly and pinned him with those blazing yellow eyes. They shimmered with vulnerability, Sid swore, and it made his heart open wider for the troll.
“You’re being awfully kind tonight,” the troll said. “Fall and hit your head on the way home?”
Sid punched him in the shoulder, but kept the jab light. “I care about you, you big sonofabitch.”
Avery shrugged. “Not often that you show it.”
Sid cupped the troll’s chin. He tugged on the tip of the monster’s beard. “Let me show you right now.”
He put all his love, all his lust, into the kiss. He showed the troll he was hungry for his lips by licking and sucking them until his lover returned the attention. His tongue plunged into his mouth, and he pushed the huge man back on the bed. He explored his teeth, teased his tongue into submission, then nibbled along his lower lip before he pressed his lips to Avery’s grizzled throat.
“I’ve missed being with you,” he whispered into his lover’s ear, before he flicked the tip of his tongue into the canal. He nibbled along the shell until Avery moaned.
“I’ve missed you too,” the troll confessed in a throaty voice. “No one fills me up like you do.”
His long, huge arms slid up Sid’s back. Wide palms molded to the vampire’s shoulders, massaging the lean muscle there then working down to his ass.
“Take as much as you need,” Sid breathed against his collarbone. “Nourish yourself. I’m full. Did you feed off of Ethan?”
The troll flinched beneath his touch. “I wasn’t going to chance it. What if he tried to implant something in my mind when we exchanged energy? I tried to keep it to straight up sex. Purely physical.”
Sid drew back and looked at him in concern. “Do you think he left anything behind? To track you maybe?”
The troll shook his head. “I don’t think so.”
Sid brushed stray curls from Avery’s wide forehead. “I’ll check in there, just to be sure.”
The troll gave a rare smile. “Thank you.” Then he pulled Sid back down to his lips. He flipped the vampire so he now straddled him.
“I should really be on top, pleasuring you so you can feed,” Sid protested.
The troll gave a languid, sexy smile. “I can feed from giving pleasure as well as receiving.”
“True, but I can’t scan your mind for a homing device as well.” The vampire reached up and squeezed his beefy pecs, then his hands moved lower to trace along his ribs, down the flat plane of his stomach.
“We’ll change up the giving and receiving then.” The troll tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and absorbed the vampire’s touch.
He dipped his head and tasted Sid’s nipples, flicking his tongue over the sweet peaks until they rose stiff. His lover sighed and writhed beneath him. Fingers buried in his long curls and palms pressed against his temples. Sid tried to concentrate on the troll’s mindscape as well as take this pleasure. He could feel Avery siphoning nourishment from his enjoyment already, and that was good, because it took the edge off the bliss enough to help him concentrate.
Avery’s teeth grazed along his ribs. He nipped tiny bits of flesh, then licked them, as he moved closer to Sid’s belly button. Images and color burst behind the vampire’s closed eyes, and he pumped his hips up so his erection brushed over the troll’s sweat dampened skin.
The troll twirled his tongue in his belly button. At the same time, he wrapped a large, calloused hand around the vampire’s dick. He began stroking it slowly, up and down, up and down, while he peppered bites and kisses over his lover’s pelvis.
Sid struggled to stay in Avery’s mind as the physical sensation amped up. His cock demanded his attention, and his mind tried to zone in on the silky / rough combination of Avery’s skilled grip working him. His balls tingled with delicious pressure. He went deeper into the troll’s mind just as he wrapped lips around his throbbing glans.
“Ummmm…that feels good,” he moaned, pushing his palms tighter against Avery’s temples as he struggled to focus.
His lover traced a tongue beneath his ridge, teased his sweet spot, then lapped at the length of his shaft before he sucked at his balls. He worked his slippery cock with a meaty paw as he licked up and down the vampire’s
crack. With a free hand, he nudged his lover’s ass cheeks wider apart so he could tongue fuck him. He poked his tongue in and out the vampire’s puckered, tight anus, pushing it in as far as he could and curling it toward the prostrate. His lover writhed and bucked beneath him, struggling to keep his hands tight against Avery’s head.
Then he licked back up the length of his lover’s cock before he gobbled it to the root. The vampire let out a long, shrill moan and his ass lifted high off the mattress.
“Let me taste you now,” Sid whispered. “I need to suck you to see better.”
Avery drew his lips away long enough to flip his lower half toward the vampire, so they could 69. “Good excuse, vampire.”
Sid wrapped his lips around the troll’s plump, powerful cock and took his time sliding down the shaft. He swept his tongue back and forth over the slippery, smooth skin as he did so. The troll let out a little growl of enjoyment.
Now, with his lips wrapped around Avery’s dick, the mind travel went easier, but his focus still warred between sensation and inner planes of concentration. He saw nothing yet. No plants. No signs that Ethan was psychically tracking Avery.
The troll squeezed his balls then plunged two fingers up his spit-lubed asshole. His concentration scattered and he let out a squeal of pleasure. A skilled erotic massage brought his prostrate to pulsing life.
Asking to taste the troll probably wasn’t the best idea. Now he had to divide his mind between three areas—taking pleasure, receiving it, and mind scanning. And Sid would readily admit, he could only juggle two things in his brain at once successfully. But he had to give this a shot. It was important to their investigation, and important Avery feed.
He slurped at the troll’s thick shaft, leaving drool behind with his enthusiastic licks. He sucked gently on the meaty head, flicked his tongue over the pre-cum spurting hole, until the troll shoved all his inches deep down his throat. He pumped in and out swiftly, and the vampire wrapped a hand around the base of his cock to control the thrusts plus pleasure him further. He squeezed and released, squeezed and released, as the troll’s pumping grew more frantic.
The troll slipped another finger up his ass, curling his grip and stroking his lover’s prostrate. He returned the favor, licking his fingers briefly to lube them up. Then he sucked hard on the steely cock while he shoved three fingers up a tight, eager anal canal.
They moaned and writhed against one another, sweat slick flesh slipping and sliding. Finally Sid drove his cock deep and came down the troll’s throat. The troll swallowed as he did so, and he cried out loud and long in his ecstasy. Moments after, the troll face fucked him furiously, ramming his cock in to the root as he spilled salty seed down the vampire’s gullet.
Panting, the troll tugged him back down to the end of the bed. He gathered the vampire in his arms and they lay there, catching their breath and basking in bliss. It was then Sid took the opportunity to scan Avery’s mind one last time. He went deep, and that’s when he saw it.
He sat up, eyes widening as he looked down at his troll lover. “Ethan did put something in there. I found it, but it’s deep. We need to get it out before we leave for the island.”
***
Troll Takedown
(Waking Up Werewolf Series Part 3)
Chapter 4
Drake puffed on a homemade clove cigarette, inhaled the tangy scent of its spices, and stared at his werewolf lover. “The implant took?”
Ethan nodded. “I’m sure of it. Can’t you hear it humming?” He cocked his head and tapped his temple.
The rainforest troll closed his eyes and listened. Ah, yes, he heard the hum, emitted by a tiny piece of Ethan’s etheric body implanted in Avery’s brain. Ethan blew it out his mouth during a kiss, as instructed by Drake, and the imperceptible wisp wormed its way into the mountain troll’s pineal gland.
“Come here,” Drake said, smiling in satisfaction. “You’ve earned it.” He unzipped his cargo pants and let them fall to the floor of his murky, small home. His stiffening cock now exposed, he began to stroke himself as he waited for the submissive werewolf to approach.
“Thank you,” Ethan whispered, dropping to his knees to service his lover. “It’s been so long.”
Drake had denied him for weeks now. He felt remorse for neglecting his sweet submissive, but Ethan needed motivation. Denying him passion and nourishment were great motivators.
The werewolf’s eager, pink tongue swept over the purple head of his cock. The troll stroked his lover’s short, blond hair and cooed words of encouragement. “That’s it. Eat and be full. Feed on the pleasure you give. I’ll give you dessert after I cum.”
Ethan grunted enthusiastically around his dick in response. He cupped his balls in his palm and squeezed them lightly. The werewolf sucked him slow and gentle for a short time, then he pulled his penis from his mouth so he could lap at the shaft until it shone with saliva.
Drake moaned and gripped his lover’s hair tighter. “Ohhh yesss… That’s it,” he murmured when his werewolf laved his balls then moved to his perineum, eagerly pressing and swirling his tongue over the soft flap of skin. “Lick my asshole. Fuck me with your tongue.”
The werewolf did as he commanded, moving behind him to gain better access to his ass. He tilted his hard, sculpted cheeks up. The werewolf spread the pale, firm globes and a warm, wet tongue glided up and down his crack until he moaned and jutted his rump higher.
“Yesss…” he cooed. “Stick it in. Fuck my ass with it now.”
The slippery tip nudged into his anus and he sighed. He let his muscles unbunch as erotic delight enveloped them in warm honey relaxation. His lover curled the wet muscle inside him, seeking his prostrate and giving his anal walls a pleasing massage.
“Ahhh,” he moaned, letting his head roll back on his shoulders. “Fingers now. I want your fingers in my ass.”
The werewolf complied wordlessly, licking and nipping at the troll’s sac as he plunged two, then three, fingers up his quivering asshole.
“Good boy,” he said, reaching back to caress the werewolf’s shoulder. “Come to the front and do that. I want your lips back on my cock, my willing werewolf.”
His lover complied like a good submissive, wrapping a hand around the base of his cock as he sucked the head like a lollipop. Fingers glided up his spit slick crack, once more seeking out his anus. They slipped inside and easily found his prostrate with a skilled caress.
“Yes.” He fucked the werewolf’s face in a slow, steady rhythm. “That’s paradise.”
He lost himself in this building bliss, in the lazy sweep of his lover’s tongue over rigid muscle. His passion mounted, becoming raw and visceral as his need to cum grew. He growled as he pumped his cock faster in and out of the werewolf’s mouth. His werewolf lover moaned around his girth, and he slowed his pace a bit when his lover began to gag repeatedly from his ferocious thrusts. The sensation was quite sublime, but he had no wish to clean werewolf puke off his cock.
He let his lover pace him with a hand wrapped around the base of his penis to control his thrusts. Then he lost himself once more to sensation and need. He could feel the werewolf dining on the erotic energy they created, taking his sustenance. It took the edge off his bliss, but not by much. Besides, watching the werewolf pleasure him, submitting completely to his power, provided enough erotic charge.
He caught a glance of himself in a cracked wall mirror as he buried himself balls deep in his lover’s mouth. Great gorgons, but he was looking haggard. His thin nose seemed thinner. His skin grew paler and took on a hint of grey. His long blond hair had lost its vitality and now hung limp from his head. He thought of his father, Bastian, but he pushed those dark thoughts away as the climax took over. He let it consume him completely.
His balls brushed against the werewolf’s chin. His glans thumped against the back of his lover’s throat and he let free a guttural groan of release. Cum shot from his cock, spilling down his lover’s throat. He pumped hard and fast as it did so, spill
ing pearly spunk over the werewolf’s lips as he pounded in and out.
“You’ve done well, werewolf,” he said, before he licked and kissed his semen from the submissive lips. “Now you’ve taken nourishment, pleased me, let’s give you some physical release.”
He pushed the werewolf to the bed, hooked his spidery fingers in the open throat of his dress shirt, and pulled. Buttons popped off and pinged against furniture. Quickly he freed his lover of his pants. Then he straddled his naked body, smoothing his cock up and down the werewolf’s chest.
Just as he was about to descend on his lover’s penis, the hum of the implant went dead.
“Fuck!” He sat up and scowled at the submissive.
“The signal. They found it,” the werewolf whispered then hung his head.
“What was your first clue, genius?” Drake snarled, and he hated himself for it. He felt his lover cringe inwardly from the sting of the words. Nevertheless, this wasn’t the time for mercy. His conscience might nag him, but he couldn’t be soft now.
“I’m … I’m sorry.”
Drake moved off the werewolf and away from the bed. “You should be. Now they know you implanted that. There’s no way they’ll be taking you to the island. We’ve lost them. And now I’ve got to go with Plan B to draw them in.” He walked out of the bedroom without so much as a glance at his lover.
***
Warren woke to a soft tongue licking his face. There was nothing sexual about it. His beloved Boston Terrier / Beagle mix simply wanted more dog food.
“Okay, Tulle.” He patted the small dog’s head. “I’m getting up to fill your bowl. One sec.”
As he opened his eyes and rolled over, he realized he was alone. Had the vampire and troll ditched him? That was a silly thought and he shook it from his head. Why would they abandon him in a world of monsters when they were mutually beneficial to each other? Get over your abandonment issues, Warren, he chided himself.
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