Page 93 of Body and Soul

His filthy words sent electric shivers racing down my spine even as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes from the overwhelming sensations. I clung to his broad shoulders, blunt nails digging into flexing muscle as I surrendered to the primal claiming.

Keres slammed into me over and over, his thrusts merciless and punishing. The thick drag of his huge cock against my prostate sent sparks through my lower belly, but it was too much, too intense. My spent cock hung limply between us, bouncing with each brutal snap of his hips.

I whimpered and tightened my legs around his waist, trying to find some relief from the onslaught. Tears leaked from my eyes as Keres used my body for his own pleasure, grunting and growling his possession into my neck.

“K-Keres,” I gasped out, my voice thready and weak.

But he was too far gone in his feral rut to hear my pleas. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise as he fucked into me at a punishing pace. The burn of the stretch and the unrelenting pressure on my prostate blurred the line between pleasure and pain until I couldn't tell them apart.

Suddenly, I felt a warm gush between our bodies. I looked down in shock to see pearly ribbons of cum dribbling from the tip of my soft cock. It wasn't a proper orgasm, just the physical result of Keres milking my prostate with his thick shaft. My bodyshook and spasmed, hole clenching around him as he wrung the release from me.

I flushed hot and trembled as I watched my soft cock twitch and dribble weak spurts of cum all over me.

“Look at that, so pretty,” Keres purred, swiping his fingers through the thick streaks painting my abdomen. “Your sweet little soft cock is still giving me what’s mine.” He brought his coated fingers to his mouth, sucking my release off them with a deep, appreciative groan.

I whimpered, my body wracked with tremors as Keres plundered my prostate. Over and over he hilted inside me, grinding against that bundle of nerves until I was delirious with sensation, incoherent pleas and praises spilling from my lips. My head thrashed against the wall, lost to the intense, full-body pulses of sharp pleasure-pain.

With a final, guttural roar, Keres slammed into me one last time and stilled, his cock pulsing deep inside as he found his release. I could feel the hot gush of his seed painting my inner walls, marking me from the inside out as he'd promised.

My own spent cock gave a valiant twitch at the sensation, dribbling a few more weak spurts of cum onto my belly. Keres growled his approval, grinding his hips against me to work his release in deep.

For a long moment, we stayed locked together, panting harshly into the charged air between us. Keres' powerful body trembled with the aftershocks of his climax, his fingers digging into the meat of my thighs hard enough to leave bruises. I whimpered at the mix of pain and pleasure, my head falling back against the wall with a thunk.

Finally, Keres shifted, slipping out of me with a wet sound that made me blush. I could feel the trickle of his cum starting to escape and my hole clenched reflexively, trying to keep it inside.

But before I could do more than gasp at the empty sensation, Keres was moving, lowering my shaky legs from his waist. He kept me pinned to the wall with one strong forearm across my chest as he dropped swiftly to his knees.

I barely had time to register what was happening before Keres's hot mouth engulfed my soft, sensitive cock. I cried out, my hips jerking at the intense stimulation so soon after my prostate-milking release. But Keres pinned me firmly to the wall, one huge hand splayed across my lower belly as he worked my length with lips and tongue.

“Ah! K-Keres, it's too much,” I whimpered, my fingers tangling in his thick hair. I wasn't sure if I was trying to push him away or pull him closer. Every nerve ending in my body felt raw and exposed, the pleasure edging into pain.

But Keres was relentless, suckling at my cock like it was the most delicious treat. He hollowed his cheeks, applying a strong suction that had me seeing stars. His wicked tongue swirled around the head, teasing the metal ring and flicking at the sensitive spot just beneath.

To my shock, I felt my spent member start to swell and harden in the wet heat of his mouth. The renewed blood flow was almost painful as my cock struggled to reach full hardness again so soon. I whined high in my throat, my thighs trembling with the effort to stay upright.

Keres kept working my cock with single-minded intensity, sucking and licking with a ferocity that stole my breath. His skilled mouth coaxed my shaft to full hardness despite its recent release, the blood rushing to my groin in an aching surge.

I mewled helplessly as he swirled his tongue around the tip, flicking at the piercing, the dual sensations of hot-wet suction and cool metal sending electric jolts straight to my core. My fingers scrabbled against the wall, seeking purchase, but Keres' grip held me firmly in place, pinned like a butterfly specimen.

Pleasure swelled and crested inside me, building to an almost unbearable peak. My cock throbbed between Keres' lips, the veins standing out in stark relief as he worked me over. Every pull of his mouth, every swipe of his tongue, stoked the inferno raging in my veins.

I gasped out, my head thrashing from side to side. Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, carving hot trails down my flushed cheeks. It was too much, too intense, my every nerve ending raw and exposed.

But Keres was unrelenting, taking me to the base until I could feel the muscles of his throat fluttering around my sensitive head. He swallowed, the rippling sensation wringing a choked sob from my lips.

Keres bobbed his head faster, taking me deep into the tight clasp of his throat over and over. The wet, filthy sounds of his mouth working my cock filled the room, mingling with my choked sobs and whimpers.

I felt like a live wire, every nerve ending sparking with white-hot sensation. Pain and pleasure blurred together until I couldn't distinguish one from the other, my whole being reduced to throbbing need centered on my aching cock in Keres' relentless mouth.

“Please, please,” I begged, voice cracking. I didn't even know what I was pleading for anymore. For him to stop, to have mercy on my overstimulated flesh? Or for him to never stop, to suck me down and swallow every drop I had to give until I was utterly wrung out and empty?

Keres answered my unspoken question by doubling down, his fingers digging into the hollows of my hips as he fucked his face on my cock with a single-minded intensity. Drool leaked from the corners of his stretched lips, dripping down to soak his bristly chin. His eyes watered, but he never closed them, staringat me with that feral, possessive heat that seemed to brand my soul.

I felt owned, claimed, utterly dominated in a way that went beyond the physical. Like he was devouring me, consuming every part of me, burrowing into my heart and mind and laying claim to everything I was and would ever be.

A keening wail tore from my throat as the intense suction and swallowing motions pushed me over the edge. My climax slammed into me, pleasure bordering on agony as my cock spasmed and pulsed, emptying itself down Keres' throat.

Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me, leaving me trembling and boneless in its wake. Tears streamed freely down my face as I sobbed through the intense sensations, my entire body wracked with shudders. It felt like every nerve ending was on fire, raw and exposed and overwhelmed.

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