Page 92 of Steel & Thunder
“You look good.” He strokes the side of my face.
“Thank you, Sir.” I smile at the praise. This seems like a good time to bring out my own surprise. “I have something for you, too.”
“You do?” He looks at me questioningly as I reach into my pocket.
“Well, for both of us.” I place my new cleansing charm on the table.
“Where did you get one of those?” Khazak looks at it on the table, voice filled with amusement.
“A gift from Brull.” I grin. “Not to get ahead of myself or anything, Sir.”
It’s hard to read his expression as he looks from the charm, to me, then over to our mostly-eaten dinner, then back to me. “Go get cleaned up. I will meet you in the bedroom.”
“Yes, Sir!” I hop up and make to leave, though not before I’m pulled in for a rough kiss and a slap on the ass.
I wash my hands and face in the bathroom before stripping down and grabbing the charm. I’m just supposed to put it right here on my stomach, right? The stone gets warm and there it goes... That’s a familiar feeling, but not one I’m sure I’ll get used to. When I walk back to the bedroom, I see Khazak coming down the hall, already stripping off his shirt.
I hop onto the bed, sitting up against the headboard when he enters the room. He reaches over to grab one of my ankles, pulling me down the mattress as he climbs on and stalks over me. He lowers himself to kiss me, slotting our bodies together, his furry chest against my own. It’s gentle at the start, just leisurely pressing our lips together, but soon his tongue is demanding entrance to my mouth, and I feel his aggression building.
He grinds down into me, the roughness of his pants against my bare dick making me shudder. If he’s not careful, I’m gonna leave a stain. I try to reach around to tug them off him, but he grabs my wrists the way he likes to, pressing them into the bed near my head. My whining response is muffled by his mouth.
“Patience, pup.” He breaks the kiss to whisper into my ear before gently biting and licking his way down my neck.
He continues mouthing his way down my chest, nipping at each nipple before he reaches my stomach. He pauses, nuzzling my belly button before abruptly pushing himself up, grabbing me by the waist, and flipping me over. I squawk indignantly but don’t struggle and am immediately rewarded when I feel his hands groping and squeezing my ass.
“Still sore?” He kneads my flesh a little rougher than he needs to.
“Only a little, Sir.” I bite my lip, not really minding the small twinges of pain.
“Good.” He spanks me lightly a few times before grabbing both cheeks, spreading me wide and lowering his mouth to my ass.
“Oh fuck,” I groan into the sheets when I feel his wet tongue slide across my hole.
I grind my cock into the mattress as he slowly laps at me from bottom to top, his tongue pressing more firmly against my entrance on each pass. I can feel the flat of his tusks against my ass, spreading me even farther the more he pushes in. The lapping soon slows, and his tongue starts to focus on my hole, each time dipping inside a little deeper. I grab the pillow in front of me, holding onto it tightly as he toys with my ass.
Khazak settles himself on the bed, pulling back one last time to spread me wide before growling and forcing his tongue all the way into my hole. I cry out in surprise, but his hands stop me where he wants as he feasts on my ass. He fucks his tongue in and out of me, the wet sounds his mouth makes drive me crazy. All I can do to hold on is hug the pillow tighter.
With a final lick and a smack to my ass, Khazak climbs his way up my back, biting my shoulder lightly when he passes it. He reaches over to the nightstand and retrieves the lube (filing away where he keeps that for later) before sitting up, his weight on my legs. I can feel his hard dick pressing into me, especially when he uses his hand to slap it against my ass a few times.
I hear the cork on the lube as it’s removed, the cool, slippery liquid spilling into the crack of my ass and making me shiver. Sir’s warm fingers massage the slick into my hole as he pushes the first of them inside. He growls again from his spot perched right below my ass.
“Just as tight as the first time I felt you.” I whine at the huskily spoken words. “Shhh, just need to make sure you are ready for me, puppy.”
Even with the charm, he wants to make sure I’m prepared enough, which is sweet and probably necessary given how big he is. He presses more of his finger inside, and I whimper at the slow burn of my muscles being stretched. He hushes me again, his spare hand stroking my flank as he slowly fucks in and out of my hole.
Then one finger becomes two, and I cling to my comfort pillow at the added intrusion. He slows down but doesn’t stop, giving me a little time to get used to the stretch before pressing them both in deeper. When he bottoms, he scissors them open, and I groan loudly as I try in vain to press myself farther onto his hand. By the time I’m up to three, he’s got me writhing and begging for more.
“Pleeeeeease, Sir,” I whine. “I’m ready. I swear I’m ready.”
His fingers are pulled from me and my hole clenches around the empty air, but I bite back a whine because I know what comes next. I hear more rustling and feel him kneeling up, but it’s not until I feel the slick, blunt head of his cock prodding at my hole that I go still. I can feel his hand gripping himself, aiming downward as lowers his weight onto me and pushes inside, breaching my hole. Even after all that stretching, it’s almost too much, and my eyes squeeze shut at the full feeling.
When I open them again, I see one of his green arms stretched to the headboard above me, holding himself up while sinking himself deeper into my body. He pulls back a little, pressing down a little more on the next one, and the next one, until finally I feel the heat of his groin against my ass. He lets go of the bedframe and settles along my back, his weight pushing his cock inside me to the hilt.
He nuzzles and kisses my neck, ears, and shoulders while I shudder and whimper as my body gets used to the intrusion. I feel a gentle rumbling from his chest as one of his hands moves under my head, turning my face to the side and making it easier to breathe. I can feel his heart beating against my back, and his free hand reaches up to entangle his fingers with mine.
Slowly, Sir drags his hips back a couple of inches before relaxing and letting gravity do most of the work sliding him back into place. I let out a small moan on the return stroke, one that is repeated as the movement of his hips settles into a steady pattern of slow, lazy thrusts. The hand under my face strokes my cheek before turning me a little more, Khazak bending down to meet his lips to mine, awkward angle be damned.
I whimper into his mouth as his thrusts become more pronounced, sucking lightly on his tongue as it probes me. No longer content to let gravity take all the credit, he starts to pick up speed. His legs move to the inside of mine, pushing them apart and spreading me wide. I’m held in place as his cock drives into my body over and over, and I feel a pressure in my muscles growing that I haven’t felt since that first day.
