He proceeds with his advance and I ease my muscles lining my inner cavity. Embracing him as a man should, accepting his domain over me.
Every pearl of his precum paves his path to domination, gliding past my prostate, forcing a gleeful squeak from lips. He grips my shoulders with a death lock, at last burying himself to the maximum of my depths.
The winds calm outside the tent, the spattering of the rain ceases—Mother Nature herself respecting the beautiful events unfolding inside the tent, a rubber stamp of approval from divine powers that be.
“Now I can see why Charlie wanted you all for himself,” he groans, sloshing his cock far inside and letting my ass mold around his prick. “Your bloody arse is angelic, a delicious paradise. Don’t worry love, I won’t let my filthy brother lay a finger on you ever again. He doesn’t deserve your quality.”
A warmness unleashes itself in my tummy, a serene joy bubbling from how much I please him and how wonderful his cock feels inside my body. “Fuck me…,” I whine out, not giving a second thought about Charlie.
“I’m going to savour every second inside you… Your King wants to hear all of those bloody whimpers from those pouty lips,” he growls into the shell of my ear, wiggling his cock. “Gonna make you cum without touching your desperate prick.”
“No matter how much you beg me to stroke him,” Drew snarls, thrusting his member in and out, smashing past the fuzzlining my crease. “You comprehend, or are you loving this prick too much to fucking think?”
“Uh huh…” I mewl out, my vision clouded with stars and floaters, ecstasy grazing through me.
Why did I resist this viper for so long? A man, who’s touch only brings utter euphoria.
Drew hastens his rhythm, smashing in and out of my ass at his pleasure, shoving his fingers down my throat to absorb the pathetic sounds attempting to form. The balls slap against me, my cock pulses with desire.
I try to whimper around his palm inside, but his presence only intensifies, dominating my mouth and ass simultaneously.
He thumps me harder and faster, as if he’s a jackhammer drilling concrete. Pound after pound as he makes my head dizzy with glee. My fingers reach for the edges of the tent for something to grasp.
His free hand cups my balls, squeezing them in an effort to draw another whimper from mouth, succeeding in his mission.
My mind swims with the idea of releasing my milk into the sleeping bag, pooling around my stomach as he bursts inside, at last claiming me as his.
“King… I’m so fucking close.”
“Oi Love, that what I like to hear,” he purrs softly into my neck, before biting down. Shivers of thrill spiral down through my spine, a lightning rod of an unmatched pleasure.
The sensation of his teeth send me over the cliff, whimpers and spews of cum exploding all at once. My cock spews and bursts forwhat it seems like forever, joyful stings intensified by his relentless thrusts.
“See Lover Boy, I knew you couldn’t help yourself… From the first night I saw you, I knew I was going to have my turn with you, pumping you full of my cream like a little slut with innocent eyes that couldn’t say no.”
“Once I release inside you… There’s no going back. You understand?”
I nod my head recklessly, not giving a fuck of any consequences.
All that matters is Drew Evans.
The brother that I swore was filthy and disgusting.
Oh how I was wrong. So fucking wrong.
I whimper out for his release. I can’t wait a second longer for his precious slop to cream me and make me his soiled Lover Boy.
“Oiii, mate, I’m 'bout to fucking burst—!!!” he groans, primal and thunderous, resembling a grizzly bear announcing its presence in the forest. His eyes simmer with a fervor, I’ve never seen before. The nylon shakes from his final thrusts, his growls occupying the air.
My body shudders at his seizures, the limitless splatters of his cream drenching my insides, at last filling me with his succulent venom.
He pants and heaves, using my ass for a few more joy thrusts before landing beside me, his burning lips smashing into mine. “Good job, Lover Boy. You’ve passed the first test…”
“Test?” I mumble, covering my body with the sleeping bag, attempting to fight the chill of the night settling in. “You never said anything about tests.”
“Nothing you have to worry about tonight love. You’ll learn more about them soon enough. Just let that noggin rest for a bit, you can finally fall asleep in a man’s arms that’ll protect you.”
Without protest I close my eyes, embracing the viper’s warmth. Surprisingly toasty, for a man who oozes poison. I can rest assured that he’d kill for me, man or beast.
