Page 40 of Purple Protector
“Still okay?” Birch asked softly, his voice tinged with concern. His tail paused its progression, giving Aaron a chance to adjust to the intrusion.
Aaron swallowed hard, nodding despite the tension building within him. “Yeah,” he managed to stammer out. He barely sounded like himself. “Don’t stop.”
Birch’s answering smile was tender. With a deep breath that told Aaron that he was affected by what they were doing, too, he resumed the slow, deliberate thrust of his tail.
Birch’s tail curled and shifted inside of Aaron. Aaron clenched his teeth, straining to stifle the sounds trying to escape him. The sensations were almost too much.
“Birch,” Aaron whimpered, his body trembling as the pressure grew unbearable.
“Shh,” Birch soothed, his voice a low murmur against Aaron’s ear. “Let go, Aaron.”
Aaron did. He surrendered to the sensations flooding through him and the pleasure. He relaxed his grip on the blankets, allowing Birch’s tail to press deeper.
“Birch!” he cried out, his voice breaking as his body tensed. His fingers dug into the blankets again because he needed something to hold on to.
“That’s it,” Birch encouraged. “Come for me, Aaron.”
Aaron did just that. His body shook as waves of pleasure crashed over him, and he spilled his release between them. His vision blurred momentarily, the intensity of the experience leaving him breathless and feeling weak.
Birch’s tail remained inside him as he rode out the aftershocks. Birch’s attention never left his face, watching as Aaron came down from the high.
“Are you all right?” Birch asked softly.
Aaron nodded, managing a small smile. “Yeah. That was incredible.”
Birch chuckled. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he said, his tail withdrawing slowly from Aaron’s body. He leaned in, capturing Aaron’s lips in a gentle kiss.
As the kiss deepened, Birch’s hands began to roam, tracing lazy patterns across Aaron’s skin. His touch was warm and comforting, and it was clear that even though he hadn’t come, he wasn’t pushing for anything.
“I want you, Aaron,” Birch murmured against his lips, his voice thick with longing.
Aaron shivered. He knew what Birch was asking. “Then take me,” Aaron replied. What other answer could there be?
Birch’s eyes darkened at the invitation, the primal hunger returning to his gaze. Without another word, he positioned himself between Aaron’s legs. Aaron looked down and swallowed at the sight of Birch’s cock. It had slid out of his cloaca and was glistening in the soft nest room light. It looked big, but Aaron was sure that after taking Birch’s tail, he could take his cock, too.
“But I’ll go slow,” Birch promised.
Aaron nodded, taking a deep breath as he braced himself for what was to come. He could feel the press of Birch’s cock against him. The shape was slightly unfamiliar—the head was less defined than it would be on a human, and it was thicker at the spot where it disappeared into the cloaca—but it belonged to Birch. It wasn’t scary because it was him.
“God, Aaron,” Birch groaned, his voice strained. “You feel so good.”
Aaron couldn’t reply. His breath hitched as Birch’s movements became more assured. He was filling Aaron completely. Aaron clung to Birch, his hands gripping Birch’s shoulders as he surrendered. This was everything he’d wanted.
“Birch,” Aaron gasped, his voice breaking. He could feel Birch’s rhythm picking up, and each thrust drove him closer to the edge for the second time.
Birch moved in deliberate, powerful thrusts as he claimed Aaron. Aaron’s head pressed back against the mound of pillows, and his eyes were half-lidded as he rode the sensations. “Birch,” he whispered, unsure if he was begging for more or unable to form coherent words. He did want more. He wanted everything Birch was willing to give him.
His fingers dug into Birch’s shoulders. He could feel the faint ridges of scales under his fingertips. They were a stark contrast to the smoothness of the rest of Birch’s skin, but Aaron loved it.
“I love you,” Birch murmured, his voice low and possessive.
Aaron swallowed hard. He still had a hard time believing that Birch was his, but he was, and Aaron would cherish him. “I love you.”
Birch let out a guttural growl. His claws flexed slightly against Aaron’s hips as he held him steady and continued fucking into him. Aaron felt himself unraveling, his body responding to Birch’s rhythm. It wasn’t just the physical sensation that was overwhelming—Aaron had never felt this way about anyone.
“Birch,” Aaron choked out, his voice breaking midsentence. He could feel the tension in his groin coiling tighter. He was about to come again.
“Let go, baby,” Birch murmured.
