Page 34 of Primal Call

As Jasper continued his teasing exploration, Kyral bucked up involuntarily into his touch. The sight of Kyral so affected… It sent a wave of arousal through Jasper that he couldn't ignore. He could feel himself hardening, the heat between them almost unbearable.

For so long, Jasper had suppressed this side of himself, striving to be the perfect son. But now, here in the wilds of Vasz with this alien warrior beneath him, it was time to stop being scared of his own desires.

Kyral's hands settled on Jasper's hips, holding him in place. "Now, it's only fair that I take my turn."

Kyral's eyes were dark with a mix of curiosity and raw desire as he began to strip Jasper of his clothes. The firelight flickered, casting shadows that danced across their skin. Jasper's breath quickened, his heart pounding in his chest as Kyral's large, strong hands explored his body.

His touch was surprisingly tender, despite the strength behind it. Kyral traced the contours of Jasper's chest with a reverence that made Jasper shiver. Fingers roamed lower, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever they went. Jasper gasped softly, the sound escaping before he could stop it.

Kyral's gaze burned into him, filled with an intensity that made Jasper feel exposed and desired all at once. It was a look he'd never seen directed at him before — raw, unfiltered want.

As Kyral continued to strip him, piece by piece, Jasper felt himself melting under the Borraq's touch. Soon, he found himself completely bare, straddling Kyral's lap, every inch of his skin alight with sensation.

Kyral growled softly, the sound reverberating through Jasper's body. "If you don't want this to go any further," he said, his voice a low rumble, "say so now."

Jasper's mind raced. He'd spent so long repressing his needs, denying himself any chance at real intimacy. The fear of rejection and societal judgment had always kept him in check.

But here, in this moment with Kyral…

He wasn't going to do that any more.

He met Kyral's eyes, seeing Kyral's patience and restraint warring with his obvious desire. "I don't want you to stop," Jasper confessed, his voice shaking a little but resolute. "Keep going."

The words hung in the air between them like a promise.

Jasper's breath hitched as Kyral's intense gaze bore into him, golden eyes glowing with raw hunger. Then, Kyral reached down and wrapped his hand around Jasper's cock.

A gasp tore from Jasper’s throat, his toes curling involuntarily. The sensation was overwhelming, a surge of pleasure. Any coherent thought came to a sudden halt.

He'd never been touched like this before.

Kyral’s touch was firm yet gentle, stroking Jasper’s cock with a deliberate slowness that made him shudder. Every nerve in his body seemed to ignite under Kyral's ministrations. He bucked up for more, breaths coming in short, dizzy pants.

Jasper leaned against Kyral's muscular chest for support, needing something solid to anchor himself. He could barely hear anything over the roar of blood in his ears and the pounding of his heart. His vision blurred at the edges, focus narrowing to the point where Kyral's hand connected with his body.

Lost in sensation, Jasper nearly missed the deep growl that rumbled from Kyral's chest. "So beautiful," Kyral murmured, voice thick with desire. "You drive me wild."

Jasper managed to crack open his eyes, meeting Kyral's gaze once more. The sight took his breath away — Kyral’s twin cocks stood rigid and proud between them, glistening with need. It was clear how much Jasper’s reaction affected him.

The sensation built within Jasper like a tidal wave, threatening to crash over him at any moment. He couldn't hold back the gasps that escaped him, each one punctuated by the firm grip of Kyral’s hand.

"Kyral..." Jasper gasped out the warrior’s name, voice trembling.

Kyral growled again, his other hand gripping Jasper's hip. "You're perfect," he rumbled softly. "And you're mine."

"Please," Jasper gasped, knowing what he was asking for with that one simple word.

That was all the urging that Kyral needed.

Jasper's heart raced as he watched Kyral slick his fingers with his own precome. The sight was mesmerizing, both primal and intimate, and it made Jasper's heart pound harder in his chest.

When Kyral's slick fingers finally pressed against his entrance, Jasper felt a mix of anticipation and trepidation.

The first finger slid inside. Jasper's body tensed momentarily at the unfamiliar intrusion. But Kyral was surprisingly gentle, moving slowly to allow Jasper to adjust. He slid in and out of Jasper, slowly moving in ways no-one ever had before. The sensation was strange but not unpleasant, a fullness that spread warmth through his core.

When the second finger joined the first, Jasper couldn't help but groan, his hands gripping Kyral's shoulders for support. The stretch was more intense now, sending ripples of sensation through him, bordering on pain but underscored by a thrilling, terrifying pleasure. His muscles clenched involuntarily around Kyral's fingers.

Kyral groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through Jasper’s entire body. "You're so tight around just two of my fingers…" he said, his voice husky with pent-up restraint. "There's no way I can mate you."

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