His words, raw and sincere, hit me like a double kick from a roo, leaving me momentarily speechless. But I’m not done exploring. Not by a long shot. Leaning in, I press my lips to the ridged head of his cock, tasting him for the first time. The heat is intoxicating, and the slight saltiness of his skin leaves me hungry for more. I swirl my tongue over the ridges, savouring the texture, before trailing down to the barbs. When I flick my tongue against one, Solan groans so deeply, it vibrates through my chest.
“You taste incredible,” I tell him, glancing up to see his reaction. “Are you always hard like this?”
He shakes his head. “No. But since meeting you, all it takes is a thought.”
Fark…. He’s a walking, talking, perfect mate, always ready to go. Hell if that knowledge does make my dick swell.
His tendrils are practically writhing now, some curling down to brush against my shoulders, slick and warm.
“Jack,” he chokes out, his voice trembling. “If you do not stop, I will….”
“Fall apart?” I grin, emboldened by his reaction, before taking him deeper into my mouth. The barbs pulse against my tongue, sending a rush of heat through me, and I moan, my own cock throbbing painfully.
It’s almost too much for both of us. Solan’s hands come down to my shoulders, his strength evident as he tries to pull me back. But I’m not ready to stop. Not until he’s gasping my name. I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper, letting the ridges and barbs tease my lips and tongue.
Suddenly, with a growl, Solan grips me more firmly, lifting me effortlessly from my knees. His lips crash into mine, swallowing my startled gasp. His hair wraps around us both, slick tendrils pressing against my skin in ways that leave me trembling. They trail down my back, exploring, teasing, and then—holy shit—they find my entrance.
I break the kiss, gasping as the first tendril presses gently, stretching me in ways that make my head spin. “Solan,” I breathe, clutching at his shoulders. “What?—?”
“They will prepare you,” he repeats, his voice a husky whisper. “If you wish.”
“Oh, I wish,” I pant, arching into him as a second tendril joins the first. They’re warm, slippery, and impossibly gentle, probing and stretching until I’m trembling and moaning against him. Each touch is a promise, every movement laced with care and reverence.
And hot—so fucking hot and sexy.
The growing bond between us pulses, a living thing, heightening every sensation, every emotion. I can almost feel his need, his desire, his love, and it’s close to being overwhelming. “I need you,” I whisper, my voice shaking. “Now, Solan. Please.”
He doesn’t make me wait. His tendrils withdraw, leaving me gasping at the loss, but then he lowers me to the bed and positions himself, his cock pressing against my slick hole. His hands cradle my hips, strong and steady, his gaze searching mine.
“You are mine, Jack,” he says, his voice rough but tender. “And I am yours.”
I nod, unable to speak, and then he pushes forwards, slowly, carefully, until he’s fully seated inside me. The stretch is intense, the ridges and barbs igniting nerves I didn’t know I had, and I cry out, my head falling back as pleasure overtakes me.
Solan stills, his tendrils wrapping around me, holding me close. “Are you all right?” he asks, his voice filled with concern.
“Better than all right,” I manage, my words coming out in a breathless rush. “You feel… amazing. Don’t stop.”
And then he moves, and I swear I see stars.
The heat of Solan inside me is consuming, all-encompassing. It burns and stretches me in ways I didn’t know were possible, and I welcome it, every inch of him. His cock moves with deliberate intensity, and the ridges at the tip drag against my walls, sending shivers through me with each stroke. But it’s the barbs that undo me, pulsing lightly as they press into me. Every pulse feels like a small explosion of pleasure, radiating outwards and igniting my nerves.
His thrusts pick up speed until they are hard and fast, punishing, and I feel every drag, push, and pull of him inside me. The sound of our bodies meeting—skin against skin, the wet slap of flesh—fills the room. It’s raw and animalistic, but beneath it is something deeper, more intimate. Our whimpers intermingle,his low groans syncing with my desperate gasps, and the quick, frantic beat of our hearts is a rhythm I can’t escape.
It’s everything. It’s too much. And yet I want more.
His tendrils don’t stop their exploration. Two of them are already wrapped around my cock, slick and warm, stroking me in perfect time with his thrusts. My head falls back, a guttural moan spilling from my lips as I lose myself to the sensations. The tendrils move with a precision that feels designed to drive me insane, their grip firm yet gentle, coaxing me higher with each movement.
A third tendril joins the others, and I can barely distinguish the sensations anymore. I’m so far gone in the haze of pleasure that I don’t even realise I’m gasping his name until I hear him respond.
“Jack,” he growls, his voice low and primal. The sound is like a physical touch, curling through me and making me clench around him.
“Solan,” I manage, gripping his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. My body is on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation. The heat is unbearable, but I embrace it, letting it consume me. “I… I don’t know how much longer I can….”
Before I can finish, two more tendrils press against my entrance. My eyes widen as they slide in alongside his cock, the stretch almost too much. Almost. The burn is exquisite, a perfect counterpoint to the pleasure, and I cry out, my voice breaking.
“Fuck!” The word is half curse, half plea.
His mouth crashes against mine, swallowing the sounds I make. His fangs graze my lower lip, drawing a sting of pain that only heightens the pleasure. His forked tongue slides against mine, teasing and tasting, and I melt into the kiss. It’s possessive, claiming, and I let him take everything he wants because I want it too.
