Page 44 of Primal Bond

Zanik stood there before him, completely bare now, confident in his own skin. Finn swallowed hard, trying to suppress the rush of desire threatening to spill over into something uncontrollable. Every sinewy muscle begged for attention; every scar told a story that made Finn want to trace them with his lips.

Finn groaned as Zanik stepped forward and settled down on top of him, their bodies fitting together perfectly. The weight of the Borraq felt both intimidating and exhilarating, pressing Finn into the cool surface beneath them. He reveled in the warmth radiating from Zanik’s powerful form, their bare skin touching everywhere. He arched up against Zanik’s body, feeling the heat rising between them like an electric charge.

Finn had always hated how much stronger Borraq were. The helplessness had clawed at his insides for so long, a bitter reminder of his vulnerability. But now, with Zanik enveloping him like this, everything felt different. Instead of fear, he embraced the sensation of being held against a powerful body, letting the sensations wash over him in waves of pleasure.

Zanik's twin cocks rubbed against Finn’s stomach as they rocked their hips together, the friction creating a delicious ache that sent ripples of desire coursing through Finn’s veins. Zanik’s slick precome coated his skin, warm and enticing as it smeared across his stomach. That was one thing about Borraq — you never had to guess if they were in the mood.

Finn couldn’t help but groan at the sensation; it was overwhelming yet exhilarating. The way Zanik pressed against him made every nerve in his body sing with longing.

“More,” he gasped, arching up further to seek that sweet friction.

Wrapping his legs around Zanik's hips instinctively drew them closer together. “Please,” he breathed against Zanik's kiss, eyes heavy with desire and need.

"Since you asked nicely…" Zanik growled.

Finn gasped as Zanik's fingers brushed against his entrance, slicked with Zanik's own slick excitement. Finn tensed instinctively, memories of pain and humiliation flooding back. But Zanik's touch was gentle, patient. He circled the sensitive area, coaxing Finn to relax.

Finn took a deep breath, pushing away the dark memories. This was different. This was Zanik, not some cruel owner. He nodded, giving Zanik the go-ahead.

Zanik positioned himself, the tip of one cock pressing against Finn's entrance. Finn tensed again, but Zanik's hand stroked his cheek, grounding him.

Finn inhaled deeply, his body relaxing as Zanik slowly slid one cock into him. There was a moment of discomfort, a stretch that bordered on pain. But Zanik was patient, giving Finn time to adjust.

And then, suddenly, it was just pleasure.

Finn's eyes widened, a gasp escaping his lips. This was nothing like what he'd experienced before. There was no pain, no humiliation. Just a deep, consuming joy that filled every inch of him.

Zanik groaned, his body trembling with restraint. "Finn..."

Finn could only gasp, his voice stolen by the intensity of the sensation. He could feel every inch of Zanik, filling him, completing him.

It was overwhelming. It was perfect.

Zanik began to move, slow and steady, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through Finn. Finn clung to him, his fingers digging into Zanik's muscular shoulders. He could feel the power rippling through Zanik's body, the strength that was now focused solely on him.

Finn's mind raced, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He'd spent so long being used, his body a tool for others' pleasure. But this... this was different. This was his choice. This was Zanik, who saw him not as a slave, but as a partner.

A sudden surge of emotion welled up inside him. Tears stung his eyes, but they weren't tears of pain or fear. They were tears of release, of freedom. "Zanik," Finn whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "Don't stop."

Zanik looked down at him, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and tenderness. He captured Finn's mouth in another fierce kiss, sealing their connection, their promise.

When Finn responded eagerly, arching to meet each thrust, Zanik let out a growl. Zanik picked up the pace, his hips moving faster, driving deeper into Finn. Finn could feel Zanik's second cock, hard and hot, rubbing against his own, the friction sending sparks of pleasure jolting through him.

Finn reached down, wrapping his hand around both of their cocks. The sensation was overwhelming, the slick heat of Zanik's cock against his own, the feel of Zanik's powerful body moving above him. He started to stroke them in time with Zanik's thrusts, the dual sensation pushing him closer to the edge.

"Damn, Finn…" Zanik groaned, his voice ragged. "You don't know what you're doing to me."

Finn grinned, breathing hard. He squeezed Zanik's cock, feeling it throb in his hand. "I've got —ah!— some idea—!"

Zanik leaned down, his sharp teeth grazing Finn's throat. The bite was sharp, a jolt of pain that only heightened the pleasure.Finn gasped, his hand moving faster on their cocks, the friction becoming almost unbearable.

"You're perfect," Zanik growled, his voice a low rumble against Finn's skin. "So fucking perfect."

Finn laughed, a breathless sound. "I thought I was too bratty to be perfect."

Zanik's eyes flashed, a mix of desire and amusement. "That's perfect too," he said, his voice rough. He punctuated his words with a sharp slap to Finn's ass, the sting making Finn gasp.

"Oh,fuck," Finn breathed, his body trembling. From the sting, he knew he was going to be wearing Zanik's handprint on his ass for days—

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