Page 35 of Primal Call

Jasper met Kyral's heated gaze with determination. "I know how this works," he said, trying to sound authoritative despite the quiver in his voice. "I'm a medical professional, after all. Leave this to me."

Kyral's eyes blazed with desire and amusement. "Far be it for an untrained man like me to challenge a doctor," he replied, just barely keeping himself from grinning. "I'll leave it in your trained hands."

W-well. That was that, then. In for a penny…

Jasper began to move against Kyral's fingers, guiding them deeper inside himself. Each motion sent sparks of pleasure up his spine, making him moan softly. He focused on relaxing his muscles, allowing Kyral to stretch him further.

The combination of control and surrender felt intoxicating. Jasper found himself leaning into the sensations, trusting Kyral’s strength and skill while taking charge of his own pleasure. As he rode Kyral’s fingers, the initial discomfort faded into a deep-seated need that made him crave more.

"That's it," Kyral murmured encouragingly, his voice rough with desire. "Just like that."

Jasper blushed, feeling exposed and vulnerable as Kyral looked up at him like he was the most delicious treat possible. The intensity in Kyral's gaze made Jasper's skin prickle with both embarrassment and anticipation. He held Kyral's wrist steady, determined to take control of the situation despite his inexperience.

As he began to bounce slowly on Kyral's fingers, the sensation was strange and new. There was a fullness that felt almost overwhelming at first, but as he continued, his body began to adjust. The initial discomfort faded into a growing pleasure that sent shivers down his spine. Each movement stretched him further, creating a rhythm that he found himself leaning into more and more.

Jasper felt like he was on display, every intimate motion laid bare before Kyral's watchful eyes. It made him flush even deeper, self-consciousness and exhilaration warring within him.

But Kyral's other hand, resting firmly on his hip, was steady and reassuring. The strength in that grip grounded Jasper, giving him the confidence to push past his embarrassment.

He moved faster now, his body responding eagerly to the sensations. Each descent brought Kyral's fingers deeper inside him, igniting sparks of pleasure that made him gasp softly.

Jasper could feel his climax building with each movement, a tight coil of need winding tighter and tighter within him. The friction against his inner walls became addictive, each thrust urging him to go harder, faster.

For once in his life, Jasper allowed himself to be fully present in the moment — accepting his needs, even if it meant letting himself be vulnerable.

He was ready. He took a steadying breath and guided Kyral's hand away, feeling the slick fingers slip out of him. The emptiness left behind was momentary, a brief pause before the next step.

Then Jasper reached down and grasped one of Kyral's cocks, feeling its heat and throbbing urgency in his hand.

Was there etiquette for handling two cocks? Was it like fine dining — were you supposed to start on one side, and work your way to the other?

From the look in Kyral's eyes, etiquette was the last thing on his mind. Jasper swallowed, and lowered himself.

The blunt head pressed against his entrance, slick and insistent. Jasper gasped at the initial pressure, the head of Kyral's cock stretching him in a way that was both daunting and exhilarating. His heart pounded loudly in his ears, nearly drowning out everything else.

The breach was slow and deliberate, his body trembling as it adjusted to the intrusion. Inch by inch, he took Kyral inside, his thighs quivering with effort and anticipation.

Kyral growled beneath him, the sound vibrating through Jasper's entire being. "Gods…!" Kyral rumbled, his voice thick with need. "You're so… so…"

Jasper could barely process Kyral's words over the pounding of blood in his ears. Encouraged by Kyral's desire and the raw heat in his tone, he continued to lower himself, feeling every inch stretch him further.

The sensation was overwhelming — fullness and pressure building with each movement until he finally settled all the way down. Kyral's cock filled him completely, stretching him in ways he'd never experienced before. Jasper groaned softly, shivers running through his body as he adjusted to the intense fullness.

He felt stretched to his limit, every nerve ending alive with sensation. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before, an intoxicating ache that left him breathless and wanting more.

Kyral's hands gripped Jasper's hips tightly, holding him steady as they both savored the moment. The Borraq's gaze was fierce and hungry, eyes dark with desire as he looked up at Jasper.

Jasper met that gaze with equal intensity. He braced himself with his hands on Kyral's broad chest, feeling the hard muscle flex beneath his palms.

Kyral's hips twitched in small, barely restrained movements, making Jasper acutely aware of the powerful force he was trying to hold back. Kyral's other cock pressed insistently against Jasper's own, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through his already overstimulated body.

As he began to slowly ride Kyral's cock, Jasper was overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations. Each descent stretched him anew, filling him completely and igniting nerve endings he didn't know existed. The throbbing heat inside him was almost too much to bear, but it was also irresistibly good — so good that he couldn't stop even if he wanted to.

This is it, Jasper thought, awe and disbelief flooding him. I'm really doing this.

Every movement felt incredibly intimate, like Kyral's cock was designed to fit perfectly within him. The connection between them was raw and primal, their bodies moving in a synchronized dance of need and desire. Jasper had never imagined that losing his virginity would feel like this. It made his head spin.

He moved slowly at first, savoring each moment as his body adjusted to the rhythm. The fullness inside him sent waves of pleasure radiating outward with every thrust. He could feel Kyral throbbing within him, each pulse amplifying the heat that coiled tighter in his core.

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