orgasm.
Exhausted and sweaty, he collapsed on the bed.
“Damn,” he said, his voice hoarse. That surprised him.
Chuckling, Arin crawled up to drop a kiss on his shoulder. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” he asked. “Hadn’t expected you to yell.”
“I did not!” Lan protested, then winced, realizing that was why his voice was breaking.
“Oh, hell,” he muttered, closing his eyes in mortification.
“It’s all right,” Arin said soothingly. “I’ll take it as a compliment to my skills.” He patted Lan’s belly.
Lan refused to answer.
“Turn around,” Arin said.
Glancing at the not insignificant bulge in Arin’s pants, Lan did as he was told.
He hated this position. Truth be told, he disliked the part that was to come in general, preferring to avoid it. It always hurt and left him wanting for something. He tended to avoid penetration when he was with his lovers, preferring to give and take pleasure with hands and mouth. However, he didn’t think Arin would listen to him, so he did as he was told.
And there was that sudden wave of pleasure that Arin’s fingers coaxed, his treacherous body reminded him. His face heated, but there was no denying that he had enjoyed Arin fingering his ass.
He got rid of his robe and positioned himself on his hands and knees, letting his forehead drop onto his arms.
“Very nice,” Arin commented, the bed dipping under his weight. His leather pants brushed against Lan’s ass.
“You should be ready for me,” he added, then grunted, no doubt as he freed his cock. Seconds later, the broad head pressed at Lan’s anus.
It hurt, just as he had expected. Arin gripped his hips and pushed.
The big dick slid inside like it was home. A twinge of pleasure followed Arin’s movements, making Lan blink in surprise. He had not expected that.
Arin retreated.
This time there was no denying it as the resulting surge of pleasure made Lan yell. The broad head passed just over the small gland inside him, sending an electric bolt of pleasure down his body.
His dick twitched.
A growl emerged from Arin’s chest. His fingers dug painfully into Lan’s hips. He slammed back.
“Wanted to do this since I had you pinned down in the practice room,” he growled.
Lan shuddered at the thought. He hadn’t quite disliked it.
Arin started fucking him in earnest, and soon Lan was writhing under him in a torrent of delicious feelings. He was gasping, pushing back at Arin and spurring him on with cries of delight. He couldn’t believe he was acting this wanton, but it was hard to think with that big dick lodged inside his body, sending waves of pleasure through him.
Arin’s grip on his hips tightened, and he pushed deep inside one last time. Surprised, Lan tried to twist away. He hadn’t let anyone spend inside him, but the position was awkward, and Arin’s greater strength prevailed. He held Lan still while he emptied into his ass. Startled, Lan realized he was coming, too, his cock spilling his release on the sheets under him and his chest.
Arin sighed, his weight coming to rest on Lan once again. He kissed Lan’s shoulder then gently extracted himself, rolling on his back onto the bed. He tugged at Lan, forcing him to come down and lie next to him.
Lan let himself rest for a moment, the strong body next to his luring him to sleep. He extracted himself reluctantly.
“I should go,” he said.
Arin snorted. He raised his arm, and Lan felt magic brush over both of them. He tensed, then relaxed as he recognized the cleaning spell. Well. That was handy, he thought drowsily. Another thought rose in his mind. Is he a mage then?
Arin’s arm tightened on him.
“Stay.”
Chapter 3
“You should come back,” Moira said almost as soon as her face appeared in a magic mirror hanging on the wall. Galena stared at her in disbelief. Moira’s face was calm and collected as always, as if she hadn’t just asked Galena to do something profoundly stupid. For a moment, she was
Exhausted and sweaty, he collapsed on the bed.
“Damn,” he said, his voice hoarse. That surprised him.
Chuckling, Arin crawled up to drop a kiss on his shoulder. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” he asked. “Hadn’t expected you to yell.”
“I did not!” Lan protested, then winced, realizing that was why his voice was breaking.
“Oh, hell,” he muttered, closing his eyes in mortification.
“It’s all right,” Arin said soothingly. “I’ll take it as a compliment to my skills.” He patted Lan’s belly.
Lan refused to answer.
“Turn around,” Arin said.
Glancing at the not insignificant bulge in Arin’s pants, Lan did as he was told.
He hated this position. Truth be told, he disliked the part that was to come in general, preferring to avoid it. It always hurt and left him wanting for something. He tended to avoid penetration when he was with his lovers, preferring to give and take pleasure with hands and mouth. However, he didn’t think Arin would listen to him, so he did as he was told.
And there was that sudden wave of pleasure that Arin’s fingers coaxed, his treacherous body reminded him. His face heated, but there was no denying that he had enjoyed Arin fingering his ass.
He got rid of his robe and positioned himself on his hands and knees, letting his forehead drop onto his arms.
“Very nice,” Arin commented, the bed dipping under his weight. His leather pants brushed against Lan’s ass.
“You should be ready for me,” he added, then grunted, no doubt as he freed his cock. Seconds later, the broad head pressed at Lan’s anus.
It hurt, just as he had expected. Arin gripped his hips and pushed.
The big dick slid inside like it was home. A twinge of pleasure followed Arin’s movements, making Lan blink in surprise. He had not expected that.
Arin retreated.
This time there was no denying it as the resulting surge of pleasure made Lan yell. The broad head passed just over the small gland inside him, sending an electric bolt of pleasure down his body.
His dick twitched.
A growl emerged from Arin’s chest. His fingers dug painfully into Lan’s hips. He slammed back.
“Wanted to do this since I had you pinned down in the practice room,” he growled.
Lan shuddered at the thought. He hadn’t quite disliked it.
Arin started fucking him in earnest, and soon Lan was writhing under him in a torrent of delicious feelings. He was gasping, pushing back at Arin and spurring him on with cries of delight. He couldn’t believe he was acting this wanton, but it was hard to think with that big dick lodged inside his body, sending waves of pleasure through him.
Arin’s grip on his hips tightened, and he pushed deep inside one last time. Surprised, Lan tried to twist away. He hadn’t let anyone spend inside him, but the position was awkward, and Arin’s greater strength prevailed. He held Lan still while he emptied into his ass. Startled, Lan realized he was coming, too, his cock spilling his release on the sheets under him and his chest.
Arin sighed, his weight coming to rest on Lan once again. He kissed Lan’s shoulder then gently extracted himself, rolling on his back onto the bed. He tugged at Lan, forcing him to come down and lie next to him.
Lan let himself rest for a moment, the strong body next to his luring him to sleep. He extracted himself reluctantly.
“I should go,” he said.
Arin snorted. He raised his arm, and Lan felt magic brush over both of them. He tensed, then relaxed as he recognized the cleaning spell. Well. That was handy, he thought drowsily. Another thought rose in his mind. Is he a mage then?
Arin’s arm tightened on him.
“Stay.”
Chapter 3
“You should come back,” Moira said almost as soon as her face appeared in a magic mirror hanging on the wall. Galena stared at her in disbelief. Moira’s face was calm and collected as always, as if she hadn’t just asked Galena to do something profoundly stupid. For a moment, she was
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