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My lips roamed over his straining, impatient body with much more vehemence than usual. I knew I was giving him numerous hickeys, but I didn't care. I longed for him, I needed to savor him, to consume him all at once. I went up and down between Soren’s neck, nipples and his tantalizing lips, so plump, soft, welcoming and wet—I kissed him, pushing them wide open, diving in, as my pulse became nothing but a frantic drumbeat in my ears. I tore off the rest of his clothes, exposing his lithe body. Now, I could continue to lick his belly, flattening my tongue and lapping over it as his dick poked me, dripping pre-cum everywhere.

Soren was panting like a racing dog when I finally took his crimson, straining cock deep into my mouth. Only then did he grunt in relief, and he came almost immediately, after perhaps five bobs of my head, making noisy, convulsive gasps.

But I knew that this was not the end. Soren didn't even stop being hard, his dick just kept straining relentlessly, demanding more attention. Yep, I always remembered, he was able to climax four times in one hour.

My lips were literally feasting on him now, slurping his jizz, running long trails of kisses, my tongue eagerly savoring his skin, which was a little salty-sweet at this point. Soren had been dancing for a good half hour, and this tantalizing tastewas driving me crazy, reminding me that he was living flesh, his physical reality so delectably palpable. I acted as if I wanted to gobble him all up and couldn't get enough.

At one point, my hand wandered down and found his wet crack, sliding along it. Soren's sounds crescendoing into a rather wild wailing. As I glided over his intimate place, his body intensely arched, seeking more contact. So, without prolonging it, I pulled back, needing to inspect the place, to admire his pink anal entrance that was now mine to take. We were in sync because at the same time, Soren grabbed under his knees, pulled them up to his chest, and simultaneously rolled his narrow hips slightly up, almost in an offering, making his hole more pronounced, more available to me.

My gaze feasted on the view for a while, and time almost stood still. Slowly, I willed my gaze up from the wet gate to his reddened face, where our eyes locked.

"So pretty, all over," I growled in a deep, rumbling voice.

Soren responded with a long, seductive gaze from under his lashes. It was as if he wanted me to stare at his hole, wanted me to do a thorough inspection, and I gave it to him, placing my fingers on his ass cheeks, pushing them aside, drowning my eyes in the sight of his dark pink anal passage.

His entrance was wet, slightly open and pulsating almost rhythmically, I knew how he wanted it, his ring of muscles involuntarily clenched and rippled like that of an omega in heat.

"Do you consent, Soren?"

Soren literally laughed. "Hell yeah, I consent! I sooo fucking consent!"

And yet, some concern lingered in my mind. "But you're drunk."

"So are you, and that levels the field."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, do it, damn it, don't even dare to hesitate!"

My eyes roamed over his body, so beautifully offered to me, rode down the plains of his chest, long legs spread wide, the hole yawning open, intensely pink, with a quivering edge.

Slowly I unzipped my pants and pulled them down, then I put my hands under his buttocks, lifting him up like a plate and aligning my furiously red dick head with his welcoming orifice.

For a moment, I teased him with the tip, then I lowered his hips and instead of plunging in, I lay on top of Soren and kissed his lips once more—at the same time, my hips settled between his thighs and I pressed the head of my dick against his entrance again.

"This is it, this moment, Soren," I whispered, "We are about to become one."

Soren nodded, and only then I pushed in firmly, plunging into his hot tightness.

And…it happened.

The magic.

Our bodies were pierced by some kind of powerful current, it turned white and blue before my eyes, the room suddenly illuminated, as a strange electrical discharge surrounded us, crackling in the air—and I came in the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced in my life, violently shaking my body.

I think I even lost consciousness for a moment as my soul almost separated from my body and merged with Soren’s.

All I could hear were our gasps, and the electricity in the air, as waves of ecstasy took possession of me and rolled me mercilessly, yet sweetly, for what felt like close to a minute.

My mind was not fully present, my body shuddering.

But the moment I could form a first, coherent thought, that one thing echoed through me, perhaps piercing me even more intensely than the orgasm itself.

Was that, damn it, the famous First Orgasm of True Mates?!

Electrical discharge, hello!

The indisputable proof. It couldn't be normal—this blinding light and how long it lasted, how powerful it was!

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