Monere [Mythos] - Candle Lights
Summary | Sunk in the weight of an exhausted regional node, Warren has need to expend the excess energy pooling in his chest. A good reason to spend the night out among the stars, to be made exhausted in a ritual temptation.
Characters | Malik Faeva & Jacob Diviyoni-Warren
Contents | BDSM, bondage, dom/sub, ritual sex, anal plug,
mouth gag, sounding, accidental watersports, body drawing, urethra plug, wax
play, orgasm denial, oral, deep throating, anal penetration, deep anal
penetration
Length | 11,695w
:Sections:
⫷ Accinxi - Sounds
⫷ Cedere - Wax
⫷ Ignio - Rut
⫷ Accinxi ⫸
Gentle songs of yearning crickets dance through the lulling night breeze. Beneath the galaxy’s tender glow wind sweeps through the valley line from the distant mountains, brushing insects to flight their dance of lights. Winds graze the touch of the low shrubs, through the earthen work pathway making down into the forest from the top of the gentle slope. Whereas the rustles of the looming tree rustles their leaves in the summer breeze, breaths are brought soft as ropes are drawn tight to skin.
Behind the shadow of the cabin the chimera’s paws plead into the softened dirt, moving around the outcrop clearing as the warmth carries through the brisk summer night. Dark paws that follow a circle around a settled stump, around the clawed feet knuckled into the dirt as the ropes are brought back from twists around arms, secured with a palm against the others skin as knuckles plead to skin. One last preparation as the knots made tight.
As the drake settles into the restraints, of metal and rope that binds him in place and arms to his sides, the half furred chimera begins to fetch the items that are behind his range. Once set out as a display among a table of unlit candles, five set of glass jar candles are untouched, as the same with the fabric bag whose contents are hidden. Yet, their long echoes are shown by the distant cabin lights.
Instead, he picks up a piece of wood, a slab cut into a live-edge platter which drops between the spread thighs.
“How are the chains?” their voice is tender as their hands run to the other’s ankles, checking they still have enough space between metal and skin.
“Could be a little taut on the legs,” the other smirks above, shifting his legs to almost sit proper as his arms are laid against his sides. Knuckles of his hands bend against the wood, knuckles of his feet dragging against the mounds of dirt as they’re dragged back – link pin shifting back one each. “Arms are okay,” and his head follows the touch against his neck, making him look up into the kiss.
“Just don’t forget to say if they need reinforcement,” the chimera sighs, “they’re enchanted, but I know how you can get.”
“Right,” and he shifts to follow the guidance at his ankles, “I’m positive they’ll hold – if they can stall dynam-.”
“That’s not what I’m worried about,” and a hand pushes between his ass and the blanket sat on the stump, changing topic. “How’s that doing?”
Warren huffs, leaning his hips back and around the intrusion he’s pinned around. “Comfortable,” laughs, trying to look over his shoulder, “not too much of a stretch given what you’ve given me before.”
“Good,” the chimera breathes, leaning away for a moment to grab something from the table and out of his sight, “now stay still. I only want to do this once,” and sets the seal upon his nape. It sizzles as it meets Warren’s neck, and he bites with a hiss as the seal works to stall his ability to shift, his tail lashing upon Malik’s thigh as the chimera holds the burning paper against Warren’s skin. It takes less than a minute, but a minute is enough to draw them into a pause, to breathe uncertainties. “It should have enough power to hold until we’re done, I got two more if we need it.”
“Ah,” Warren breathes, leaning into the chimera’s hands as they massage his huffing throat vents, “I was going to say earlier we could put one on each limb,” and chuffs, “but nevermind if it’s that sharp. Know why you were hesitant.”
“I tried to tell you,” Malik sighs, “they’re last resort for a reason, ‘prince’.” And Warren stretches his shoulders as best he can upon the log, listening as the snaps of fire lights the candles behind him. It ebbs the air with warmth as the glow paints the bound drake’s back, licks of ambient warmth as the shackles are rest upon his bare ass. He breathes out the still lingering pain that cut through his spine, a feeling of a dozen sharp needles that drove along every connecting nerve until it had fizzled out where his body was already preoccupied - sat around a silicone dildo and his own spread out between his thighs.
Listening as Malik manages the candles, lighting them with an electric wand, Warren looks down upon himself where his body has been locked into biological stasis - unable to retreat of shift out of where he lies pierced and glowing. Golden jewelry decorate him from crown to his lowest shaft, a ring looping through his glans and below as his imagination dances in what is to happen - sight dancing to the pouch laid on the wooden slab. His prince albert, his jacob’s ladder, it’s not enough for him anymore as he’s already been simply filled up with a mockery brood, burrowed himself around Malik’s chimeric member at their largest; he’s giddy as he looks up to where Malik has set the electric lighter away from the mooding candles - beside a set of five he’s already picked out for later.
His mouth is already open for the metal bit.
“Safe check is to snap three times,” Malik reminds, careful to not catch Warren’s hair in the buckle.
Warren nods, leaning back to watch as the chimer fetches a blanket to lie before his spread thighs – for now and for later. His attention is for a moment turned to the pronouncement of the chimera’s own awaiting arousal as the golden flesh is easy to spot among their midnight shaded fur. It brings him to a fluttering smile as the chimera kneels to position, but Warren brings himself back to present when the zipper pulls on the bag of toys.
But first a small bottle pops open – a massage oil that is spread along his skin.
Fingers massage the muscles of his inner and outer thighs, around his soft stomach, over his back, along his arms, in between the ropes that holds his tits in a vice. They’re tender as they work hard to work the oils into his skin, feeling over every roll, every rift that spreads his skin where he breathes. Temptations of oil are mirrored by a decoration of kisses along his neck, his thigh, stomach squished to feel along the underlying muscles. From behind his chest is groped, massaged, nipples pinched and played with as kisses run along his tender throat vents.
A warm up, as he yearns for attention beyond where the gentle hands touch, whispers share between them as Malik teases his stolen breath. “Soon, love,” they rub his arms to yield, his posture to slouch, to let his lingering tension disperse left by the Shape Maker’s Arrest seal.
Their hands graze around the vents of his throat, of his ribs, down and along his spread thighs as he yields them open further, legs resting as knuckles lie against dirt, shins resting against blanket protesting bark. A little resistance to his motions as he gives into the guiding hands, opening himself as much as he can physically manage as he teeters on the dildo dwelling in his ass. Its give pushes against his loosened ass as the hands roam his inner thighs, spreading oils around his pubic mound, hoisting his dick and balls from the blanket. Pleading, gracing, they’re held in both in a gentle squeeze that gives his hips a twitch, letting them drop between the fingers as they dance along the underside piercings. “We’re going to go one size at a time,” Malik breathes, bringing their mouth to Warren’s tip, kissing the prince albert ring. “Slowly, no forcing it,” he stares up, a warning, “just slow and steady.”
Carefully, gently, Malik undoes the prince albert.
It’s just a moderately sized piercing, the hinged joint smoothly kissing beneath his crown as the other end spits from his urethra. An easy jewelry to swap out depending on how he feels down below, but with the seal keeping his body set - he cannot dictate it to resolve out of phallic pleasantries. Below the ladder remains in their rungs, to dance as they proceed with the plan as Malik kisses the hole left by the piercing and the lips of Warren’s mimicked anatomy. A kiss that follows further as Malik leans over him, tongue lapping against the rungs as he pushes Warren’s legs as wide as he can set. Warmth paints around him as he breathes around the wide metal bit, shivering as his cock is left again to the summer breeze.
Two fingers hold against his shaft, lifting him to meet the end of a lube nozzle.
Warren shivers as the sticky slick material oozes through in a sensation he’s not quite used to - in spaces he was not quite used to having as his default was so short he never would consider it an option before. One he knows to repeat as he watches Malik spread lube around the first of a few - lubricant drooling from him as Malik holds end to crown. It parts the narrow of his urethra - as he would with the prince albert, and Malik looks up to him.
Warren nods.
A gentle pressure of the small flexible sound brings him to a short gasp, a hum, a huff as the silicone meets its first resistance. “Relax,” Malik cooes as he lets it briefly dance between their fingers, in but not deep as it widens into rounded ripples, “easy,” they breathe as it kisses against the divide of the glans, sinking deeper as Warren gives the lightest of a groan. “You’re almost halfway,” almost teases! Warren huffs, hips pointed into it, feeling the dildo deep in his ass press just a little further as the feeling of ‘full’ extends down his shaft. “There you go!” Malik congratulates him, letting Warren see it - the safety ring extending out the end of his not yet warmed cock. “Let’s let you sit,” Malik whispers, massaging his balls as he lets Warren bask, laying out the next against his open thigh. “And let you warm up before the next one,” and their hands massage around his stomach, his rib bound vents, his head as Warren soaks into their palms as he kisses his head. “Or... are you already eager to move on?”
There’s a moment as Warren looks down to his twitching member, to the next size up as Malik lines it up along his glowing member, and sighs with an eager nod.
Malik sighs in agreement, kneeling back down, “not until I say we can,” he warns as he gives a slight tug on the silicone sound - watching as Warren twitch and latches back around the sound. “We’re warming you up first, divi,” the chimera cooes, letting it plunge back into his cock, teasing as he can see the drake’s crotch clench. “Slow,” and lets it retreat, pushed back as Warren shivers again, “and steady,” and pushes it back to the base. “Until there’s no resistance in there.”
Warren nods, his hair bouncing as he leans into the attention within his shaft, breathing around the metal as the sound gently flexes into his urethra, thrusts drawn by his own muscle’s tempo as the urge to reject it is resisted by his own need to feel the pressure. A dance between them that finally gives as the drool of lubricate follows the emerging sound, bladder alarming, and Warren squeals as the entirety pulls out of his crown - lets go.
He keeps his eyes closed as his bladder empties on reaction, relieving himself with a long sigh as the pathway has been more than cleared from the pressure.
When his eyes open, Malik is held still with a small frown and jaw soaked in fluids, eyes closed for a moment longer than Warren feels comfortable. He snaps his fingers once - Malik looks up at him, and pats his thigh, “its, okay,” he reassures wiping his beard as clean as they’re able, Warren sighs. “I’m fine; was just sudden,” laughs, letting the used sound be dropped to be tended to later. “It’s going to happen again,” smiles, shifting where they sit, “I’ll try and stay out of the line of fire.” And begins prepping for the next, drawing their finger along the beginning of the urethra lips. “If you ever need to,” he pauses midway through, “you already did that, nevermind,”
“S--wry,” Warren tries to speak through the metal bit.
“It was going to happen,” Malik reassures again, grabbing a spare rag to wipe the urine off their chest, “that’s what the hole -is- for,” reminds as the next sound lines up to the hole as their other hand holds Warren’s cock aligned. “Ready?”
Warren nods.
A pleasure although the same as it begins to spread the inner walls of his urethra, it shines stars in Warren’s eyes as he once again sinks into the sensation that spreads through his loins. Not quite like the dildo in his ass, nor anything like surrounding Malik with his vagina, it divides through his loins as his balls pull against the pressure, given in by his will as the sound reaches to the crease where his central anatomy sits, unaltered and unchanged by his divining attention, a pleasure he would almost certainly reach at the start if he would start without a dick. But no, he leans into it as his body pushes it into the chimera’s hand, pressure relenting as Malik kisses his thigh, pushing the sound back into end as Warren groans.
It’s a sting, but a pleasant sting as tip to base is filled with the slim silicone toy, leaking as it’s withdrawn, shivering as Malik breathes against the small gape. Lips and tip kiss as his loins clench around the toy in his ass, bob his growing erection, leaking lube and squirt before it peaks again. An involuntary shiver, the feeling of the vacuum of space filled by the sound as he leans into the pressure. Moments of tender thrusts, a moment of relieving ease, lips and teeth crest his thighs as Malik holds his body to pause, thump pressing the butt of the sound burrowed against his tip.
Held there as the mouth continues to give him attention, moved in relation to how his body submits to the silicone toy as Warren can only sit there and writhe. Again and again it moves along the tender walls that makes him lasp into gasps and moans, curling within the restraints as Malik teases the sweetened hole.
More, Warren breathes through his throat vents as they flutter in the low light of the candles, the glow of his body making the sensation all so pronounced as he cannot look away as the dark sound is pulled from him again - left to gape to Malik’s breath. “Want to move onto the next?” Malik asks, kissing his soured hole. His loins clench to the sensation, to the drool of mucus that oozes down over the hole of his prince albert piercing left behind.
Warren nods. Flustered, bone-spurs spread as energy dissipates through his sighs.
The next, a new sensation, as Malik draws the length along the hole, a string of stiff beads.
The first is taken easily, the second just about the same, third and fourth give some resistance, the fifth all so sweetly more as the preceding ripple against the bumps his jacob’s ladder leaves to his drawn anatomy. Catching to resist his body’s attempt to reject it, notching between them to give the motions completely to the chimera’s hands as it hangs in his tip half taken. “Easy,” Malik whispers to him as their hands spread along his pubic mound, along his stomach, leaning into him as they massage away the building muscular strain. “We’ll hold it for now, alright?”
Warren nods, staring down to where the sound lies half buried in his cock. Flushed as he yearns for it deeper, unable to touch it as it has wedged between his piercing’s bulge. It’s only temporary - he reminds himself - too entertained by watching his flexing to pay mind to what Malik went to fetch.
But his attention is drawn back by the chimera when the time comes - as a marker touches his skin.
And closes his eyes.
Warren leans back on his shackled hands as the chimera gets to work on his body – drawing on him lips to naval, defining along his skin symmetrical and asymmetric. Lines are all he can make out as his brain is too focused on the plug in his member, letting the chimera move him as they wish, drawing along his chest, his stomach, his held open thighs with such a delicate ease. A silence that is only ceased for a moment as another bead is popped into him - his loins clench, and falters back into the intoxicating admiration as Malik continues to draw shapes along his skin. Until Malik finally sits, Warren staves off his yearning cock.
Hands spread against his inner thighs, pushing against them - and he gives.
“Hold still,” the chimera coos, “perfect, open your eyes.”
Warren yields, watching as the hands follow back up along his circled thighs - lines drawn toward his crotch surrounded by cresting lines, to lines that dance across his crotch and stomach, circling around his nipples, rising to his throat - he can feel them as Malik draws with their fingers. “You’re a beautiful dragon, Divi,” purrs as they kiss his throat, a hand around his aching cock. “Do you want the rest of it, drake?”
He nods, eyes lulled as he drools around the metal bit, “ahl,” is all he can make out, enamoring as he looks down the markings left on his body. Spotting the whisper of a ‘womb tattoo’ on his lowest stomach as the chimera’s hands grace. Gods, he wishes it was a spell.
“One,” Warren gasps as a bead pops out of the hole, “two,” and groans again as they dance against the ripples in his urethra. “And we’re going back in,” and pressure.
One. Two. A third pushes against the resistance - and is so sweetly taken as he sighs, aching as he takes the seventh just as well. A pressure that builds all the same - and wiggles as two pop from the hole on withdraw. “Oh, you pushed those out,” the chimera taunts as they push them back in. The eighth just as well as Warren’s clawed feet curl, “you’re almost there, two more my dear prince.” One out, two out, and back in they work. Long drawn thrusts that rocket through his crotch and sink around the dildo in his ass, feeling his body’s once response to reject be squandered – as though the play in his front opened him more.
The ninth pops into him soon as easily as the rest, to his rolling groan.
And as the tenth makes it in, the end teasing against his inner restraints, its pulled back. One by one, his member is drawn along the chimera’s hand as the beads are removed once. Replaced, and removed as it works him open further. The size they chose predetermined as the widest tool still sits between the chimera’s knees and beneath their own awaiting arousal. A metal rod with two attachments at one end, a large bell hanging from the bottom screw.
Over and over the motions repeat. Unlocking the muscles to give around the beads, to swallow oh so greedily as their own drools around the metal bit and watches over half-lulled. Once, twice, it’s retracted in full to let him squirt and rest before they continue. Filling him so satisfactory as his legs go lax, pelvis resolved to ease as he can feel the plug in his ass squared against his rear hole.
“Next one, love?”
Warren nods as his chest heaves, flustered as he looks down himself and to the next size he’s to take.
Corkscrewed, threaded like a screw, the wide head of the toy slips against the hole. A temptation that Malik doesn’t sit long as Warren huffs out of excitement or pain, taking instead to inject another load of lube into Warren’s hole and slatter it around the toy. “I’ll hold it, almost no pressure,” Malik reassures as the tip of the sound is pressed against the blushing, drooling hole, “we’ll let your body take it itself,” he eases as their other hand pushes to Warren’s stomach, heaving him to sit still as his cock flexes to the pressure.
Though he eases against it, his body still tries to reject it at every inclination. Warren snarls, rocking around the pressure in his stomach instead, pinning his growing erection towards the awaiting sound. “Gim” is all he can manage out as only the end has made it past the opening, barely even grazing the piercing hole.
Malik watches the drake struggle to take the sound; the complaints made by shifting thighs, the snarls and huffs at every attempt brought the end to slip out and left to their hand to keep from falling into the dirt. “Keep still,” they lean forward, “and I’ll push it in, alright?”
Warren nods, furiously as his loins jolt to the pressure, mumbling against the metal as his body has to give into the chimera twisting the corkscrew sound into his urethra. Every time his muscles quake, his breathing heaves, his hips snap into the dueling pressures front to back, Malik holds the end of the sound and by extension Warren’s cock in place. An infatuation Warren watches as he drools around the sound, biting against the metal as each spool makes it deeper into his erection, until the flat of the head rests against the tip, held there by the chimera’s thumb as the other hand runs against his thighs, his stomach, his balls as he languishes into the pressure drawn base to crown. Each clench from his own body blooms his nerves alight, each whisper against the piercing made ripples bring more stars to his eyes as he looks up to the galaxy shining above them, vents breathing wide as the chimera pushes it back to complete.
No matter how much his thighs writhe around the intrusion, to remove it or to pin it in place, is naught more than a whisper in the cloud of pleasure driven fog that has begun to cloud his brain. Back and forth, by body or by hand, his nerves dance alight as the spiral dances along the inner of his urethra, teasing the second hole burrowed in his loins as his half-mast erection is left to deal with the plug as his balls are fondled and kissed. Malik burying their head between his thighs and touching him all but his aching erection - left to whisper in the summer air as he leans against his balling fists. Wet touches that leaves him to drool over his chest as he looks back to the attention, watching as Malik plunges the sound back into him - a sting that dances through his spine as he groans and twitches.
Hand around his shaft, pushing against his balls and pubic mound, the other makes it thrust.
Almost what could be a squeal works from his throat vents as he billows around the metal bit, legs pinning themselves around the wood stump as the ridges of the spiral sound rub within him. Not fast, but brisk enough to leave the sensation to tingle before it’s blown over by another round of sensations. Back and forth as Malik kisses his stomach, shoulders pinning Warren’s legs far from being able to resist the pleasant burn running through his urethra. And the withdraw is a shock - left gaping, stunned voiceless, squirting again as his body squeezes any remaining thought of intrusion. It splatters the chimera’s chest with only the brief scent of being marked by the drake, but wiped away all the same.
Setting it aside, Malik kisses the gaping head, letting saliva drool into the hole. “Need a moment?”
Warren shakes his head no; eyes alight with energy, glowing their fair blue as secondary pupils split in his cornea.
“Move onto the next?”
Another shake of no – eyes screaming ‘MORE’ as he tries to say the same.
“Again?”
A yes, a furious one at that as his erection dances with a clench of his loins.
So again they repeat – Warren shivering as the spiral runs within his cock, snarling as it finds itself in complete again, and groans as the pressure is relieved. Tension sparse between the touches to his stomach as he rests around the sound, taking time as his attention moves from the sensation through his bullied hole to the kisses on his chest, the touches along his thighs, the fingers that trace the lines drawn onto his warming skin.
And in eventuality, as he’s come accommodated to the silicone in his hole, he nods as Malik whispers to him. Wanton as he watches the chimera pulls it from his hole with a wet pop to switch out to the next size – the one before the goal.
Compared the prior, its massive. But of the set they picked, the third smallest.
Just with the prior they have to fight to get the tip to slip, and just like the prior they begin to let it set. Malik massaging Warren’s body, rubbing his spread thighs as the smooth toy has to be pushed into place and held by Malik’s hand.
Warren shifts into it, wanting and whining as he takes a quarter of it, a half, three-fourths, gasping as the top of the nail-shaped sound kisses his glans. It takes half as long to come to an end to his patience, hips rocking as his loins clench his balls in their tightening sack. More, he wants more as he stares down the chimera; nodding as the chimera makes him wait. To sit around it as the drake huffs and complains, eager as he tries to find complete where he’s been pinned.
He gets want he wants, as Malik’s mouth rides over his crown.
Still filled with the sound, stretching out around the dense silicone in want for space, Warren is driven to stars as Malik throats him - hands pushing Warren’s thighs as wide as they’re able to take as the chimera kisses around his girth. Top to bottom Malik doesn’t miss, riding around him to along the bulge grown in his underside and the ladder rungs. Taunts that are made into action as the sound thrust into his hole, as Warren cries out around the metal bite as two fingers bring him to his metaphoric knees. Thrusts tender but firm as they push it into him, bringing the chimera to breathe excited as Warren melts around the slim piece of silicone. Fingers turn to mouth as the chimera bites the end between their teeth, plunging the sound deep to kiss the glowing crown before pushing it down with their tongue, keeping it there as they suck his aching cock.
There’s nowhere for it to go - his body yells as he continues to be plugged up - and Warren groans, wiggling for a tempting release.
“M-lk,” he tries to groan as Malik spits around him, kissing the underside before returning a barrage, “MK!” he squeals, balls aching, yearning to unload, so very close as they draw around his aching cock.
And the chimera stops - kissing the capped glans as a hand spread around Warren’s balls and crotch, watching the uneven clenches in the drake’s loins. “Close?”
Warren nods, sweaty and twitching. “Psss,” he bites, “So cls,” he makes out, shuttering as the sound is drawn from him - almost able to make out how much it’s gaped him.
And Malik shows him, pushing his eager erection against his stomach, “almost there, drake, one more?”
Warren looks down, brows furrowed, before remembering a suggestion he made in passing.
“If I can make it fit in the wand, do you want it?”
Malik lays it against his thigh, letting Warren marvel at the slim length twice the prior, but less than the girth he’s already taken.
Warren nods, tilting his crotch to Malik. “Gv mm,” he works out.
“Alright,” Malik smiles, “this will go easy,” and eases the end in.
It sweetly plops along the waves made by his tightened jacob’s ladder, way through before it meets a resistance they haven’t quite matched. But it is just as easily thwarted by the pushes made by the prior - his body opens for the intrusion that rubs against his sensitive spot burrowed within his pelvis. His hips hitch as its drawn back, and settles as Mailk gives gentle questing thrusts. “There we go,” the chimera whispers, letting the end hang as they tend to Warren’s flesh. “We’ll give it a minute before swapping to the wand.”
Warren nods, hips rocking around the sweet pleasure pulling along his pelvis. Both muscular rings within him sated by pressure, held open by their mirrored intrusion. Looking down, Malik is ready to pull it out.
He nods, Warren nods.
Warren trembles as the long sound is pulled out, squirting again as his deep narrow ring is left empty as his urethra is left to gape once more. His cock drools a mix of pre, urine, and lube upon the blanket as he waits for it to be filled again, eagerly as Malik lets the bottom screw of the final toy chime between them, pulling the long sound through the hollow metal plug. The head of the long toy has to be pushed into place beyond the threading of the wand, tightened before it could even begin to peak in his narrow hole.
With the underside threading removed, its ready to fulfill as lube graces around the toy and his hole.
With just as tender care as before, Malik pushes the silicone extension in first, letting Warren’s cock swallow it up to the metal barrel before giving a few curious thrusts that it found its path. Warren drools as he watches the chimera work him to full, as he feels the metal barrel of the plug inch down his urethra, as his body takes and takes and takes so greedily it swallows up to the threaded end, held in place by a single thumb as his cock is held up - and he marvels as the size he has managed to take. So much so he doesn’t pay attention as Malik has to turn it to meet its mark beneath his crown - threading the sound into its resting place.
At last - Warren shivers as his body is unable to reject it.
Made hands free; the bell chirps beneath his cock as it drops back to ache, completely plugged up and full.
Even as Malik kisses the made erect crown, touches his soft thighs, teases him ever so sweetly as they stand and kiss Warren’s throat. He’s unable to cum - there’s nowhere for it to go.
Malik picks up the marker again, and continues to draw.
⫷ Cedere ⫸
Letting his sight falter closed, resting upon his shackled palms at the edge of the log, Warren rides around the dildo resting in his ass as the chimera works on his skin. Circling lines follow around his legs made weak, decorations made around the glowing rifts in his thighs and script writing decorates his inner thighs. He follows the gentle guidance of Malik’s palms, enchanted by the complete fill that continues to tempt his loins. Each brush against his shaft draws his breath, each kiss upon his skin left with a mark, spirals drawn dreamy against his skin as Warren looks to the sky above them - swallowed by the vast galaxy’s light above. Each whisper of chattering insects are made acute as his senses burn, sight fading through instinct as the swallow of his energy drinks in its well - almost as the sky above if he wasn’t pinned into place.
The touches on his cock make sure of it, the throbbing as it flexes around the doubled sound, as the chains keeps him shackled around the dildo that taunts at his inner ring.
“Still there, divi?”
Warren nods as his attention returns to Malik’s gentle palms, stoking oil along his skin, massaging his bared skin as the kiss of the summer air lingers more pronounced. As instinct he leans into it, wanders into it until he’s stopped by the restraints - leaning over as far as he can managed with his legs chained to the stump. The bell on his erection jingles. Looking up, his sight almost lingers on the drafting curl of the chimera’s suppressed erection - a failing act Warren grins around the bit. So Warren sits up, reassessing himself, puffing up his chest as he centers back on the dildo. And nods again - not yet lost in his energy well.
Malik checks just in case, assessing the chains as they hold a hand to his stomach, “are you sure? Do you need a moment?”
Warren finds Malik’s hand and squeezes, giving them a nod.
Malik gives him a pat on the back, “ready to move on?”
Warren nods again; even though his jaw aches, he’s eager.
“Alright,” Malik speaks behind him, picking up the first of five candles as they’ve already begun their corralling pools. Their glass containers shine in the light of the mood setting candles behind them, each moved from one side to the other - to let Warren see out of his reach as the wooden slab is set with them. They’re deep and wide to hold the volumes inside, the main event makers as fingers dig into his hair, yanking his head back to which he follows.
He gasps as wax grazes his throat, dribbling off the end of a taper candle and along the crease of his fluttering throat vents. Like the drool of warm blood it follows along his body, spots kept warm by his internalized heat as he breathes steam through his teeth. Wax kept to temperature as he leans into Malik’s grip on his head, the ritualized feeling made safe as the wax continues to trace along the lines drawn into his skin. Droplets of wax dance down his body as Malik releases his hair, Warren keeping himself in place as his body almost freezes save for a laboring breath made of venting steam. Over his chest the tapered candle drools, splattering over the ropes and his skin, gently dancing along his taunted nipples to make him flinch with the suddenness of it before its find an equal temperature; down his stomach the wax begins to cool as it distances from his warm chest, laden with his well bearing heart, it clings to his skin as the candle drifts over one thigh, and back around to the other.
Warren shivers as the wax eventually settles, left with kisses of the summer air once more. He does not notice as Mailk moves to set the tapered candle back into its place, as the chimera kneels before him, as the chimera tips the glass cradled candle until it touches his skin. There’s a gasp – a sudden and looming groan as he feels the wax drool heavy and hot over his lower throat as his sight brings a pierce. The warmth staggers and follows the drake’s jerking lean to one side as he flinches to swallow his own heaving breath as it caresses over a wax capped nipple before drifting down to his hungered stomach. A suction of mind that is drawn back as Malik kisses his uncapped nipple as the bell on his erection jingles quietly as fingers wrap around him, not petting, nor jerking, but holds him in place as Warren looks past his upturned head.
Bracing.
Wax drools down the crest of his stomach, over the valley it needs to make between it and his glowing white, and bites against the metal bit. His groan is long, made louder as another gentle splash of the upturned wax over the base of his erection and settles around his balls. Blazes, he could curse, shuddering as his balls ache in another manner. Another pool of wax teeters against his throat, and he leans into it as it laps over his rope bound tits, over his wax-coated nipple, a warmth creasing as the re-melted wax follows the fresh floe and draws him to quiver. Two colors of wax paints him as he finally finds the space to look down upon himself; one a pale yellow, the other a sheering white brightened by his own internal heat. A warmth that continues to paint his skin as the not-yet-solid wax continues to drool down his body.
Flushed, huffed, his cock aches as the bell chimes, bouncing himself around the dildo burrowed inside him.
Malik’s hand returns to his head, gentle as it peels his curls away from his back.
Wax dances along his back once he curls over, breathing in deep as it creases over the rifts in his spine. As with the front the wax nearest his ribs continues to melt on their descent, crossing twice the distance before cooling over the fluttering of his tethered tail. A burn he sinks into as wax decorates across his arms, as it drifts across his forearms where they leave the gentle kiss of warm red. They cling against his skin as he waits for the next drop to come, and for the next as the spacing is made by the burn of the tapered candle’s flame. Though Malik directs the candle far from his sight, Warren is still laid bare for the kiss of hot wax as he lets his eyes fall shut - once more giving himself into the chimera’s grace as he remains in position, even as his tail is lifted, hips guided to tilt, his hands clench up against his spine where wax pools on his arms.
Wax dances along the drake’s ass, kisses drawn along his sensitive skin as his hole is given a taste of the summer air. Still pinned and penetrated, it gives room for the wax to cling ever closer to his forgiving hole, where the shape of the dildo pulls against it to prop it beyond the saving grace of his tail. And wax does wander close as he gasps, as his tail remains held high as fingers touch his softened hole - blocking wax as it pours over the arch of his tail, giving a back arching gasp as hot wax creases his ass. “Again?” the chimera’s voice almost sings in glee, Warren refusing to move save for an ecstatic nod.
Wax pours over his ass again - over one cheek and then another as he groans between his thighs, as the bell on his cock can only whisper as he rubs himself against the blanket and his own aching balls. Another dose of wax rolls down his spine as fingers pick at the binds of his gag, pulling him back to sit as his hair is pulled to one side. Head lying to one side, throat vent exposed as the wax begins to pour over his shoulder, steam continues to breathe through his body as the deep red wax drools as though it were blood down his body. Malik mirrors on his other side, beginning graces of the main candle as its set back among the rest. Barely part of the way through each of them; though Warren’s attention always drifts to the chimera’s own languished attention.
It almost thunders between the dark furred thighs, a warm and comforting golden orange he’s grown oh so familiar with; its size different from the chimera’s usual - carrying the sentiment of their full-bodied form he’s taken time and time again. But with the dances of wax upon his skin, the intrusion awaiting in his cock, the anchor dug in his ass, its grown harder to ignore even if Malik brushes it aside. Eyes half lulled the drake looks down upon it as another rush of wax pours over his chest, over his nipples again as he gasps and shivers. His mouth waters still around the thick metal gag, drooling over his chin as warmth meets his erection again - hips dancing and bell chiming as the wax dances along his shaft.
“Like it?” Malik teases as droplets kiss from a tapered candle, dotting down a spread thigh, “thought I’d give you something special at the end of this.” And holds it out for Warren between them - taunting as the girth is not yet to full, length not yet maxed out as it still remains partly flaccid. “Just follow my lead, Divi.” And once more they pull his head to expose his throat - to which Warren complies as the bell jingles.
Each candle is worked upon him as they rotate through the melt; along his chest, over his stomach, across his lap. His spine rotated through every so often as spots of wax has decorated his skin with pale warm welts that simply pass with time. Fingers pick at the thick layers of wax as it cracks from the drake’s shivering motions, as they compromise Warren’s attention as they fortify against the yearning sensations as he huffs around the metal bit.
Peeling the wax from his nipples, Malik gives them attention in kisses and suction, pleading against the one not in his mouth as the bell continues to chime with every tender motion made as Warren quivers. From both his nipples and the breath of his rib and throat vents the wax peeled away to uncover the warm welts that beckon upon the drake’s skin. The kiss of the summer breeze is met with the chimera’s own, measure by measure as it gives space for Warren to calm himself, both in his mind and body as his cock pleads for release, as pressure pushing around the sounds draw him to further heights he must hold fast to keep from succumb to temptation.
“You good, love?” Malik leans in, gently as their hands settle upon Warren’s hips.
Warren nods, “yym,” breathes through his steam as energy continues to whirl in his eyes.
Not visible to him as he shifts into the touches, but spools of white and black swirl within his sclera, around his trio of widen pupils as he sits at the edge of his internal well. Warmth bubbled over as the drake’s breath catches as the chimera’s hand picks the wax from his thighs, beholding them to the warm welts that sat beneath the shell. Malik massages them while Warren breathes himself calm - reaching him back from the edge of becoming undone as the bell continues to chime between them - trying to squeeze around the intrusion still sealed in place. A finger dances under his erection, bouncing it as Warren leans into the other hand, simmering as their foreheads press, as their mouths drift so temptingly close.
“You’re drifting, Divi.”
“I knwn,” he mouths around the metal bit, sounded soft as his jaw has grown exhausted.
“Want me to remove it?” Fingers twirl in his curls, to the latches of the gag.
Warren nods, leaning forward into the hands as his hair is brushed aside, tousled around to free it from the buckles that angle around the puff of his bonespurs exhausted by his jaw. They flex tired as the fabric drags along the edge of his face, as the metal bit drops between his teeth and drools into Malik’s cradling hand. He sits back as he waits for the chimera’s return, riding himself around the dildo as he imagines it as something else - licking his lips as Malik grabs him by the hair again, doubling him over to stare down at the ground again.
Left to breathe freely, he groans as hot wax paints his back once again, fingers curling as the wax drools over his exposed arms and coats them in deep ruby red. It grazes around his body as Malik fetches the next candle, leaving him static to feel it graze over once warmed flesh - bringing his skin a deeper shade as it cools. The next rush of warmth runs over his neck - over the seal keeping his body in check and it follows over his nape down around his chest - and dribbles over his shadowed body. He can make out the wax as it passes the glow of his cock, the shadow made by the plugged sound, the whispers of sensations he’s unable to see as wax runs over his extended arms, as the wax warms its way towards his divided thighs.
He leans back with a sigh as Malik lets him relax, “How much is left?” he eyes the five glass candles, trying to make out the difference between their solids and liquids as the wicks continue to burn. He doesn’t try to count the tapered candle as he can tell it’s out of his view - maybe one of the many that sing to the wax laid upon his spine. Feeling them crackle and ooze as he moves to lean against his palms.
“Maybe halfway,” Malik kisses him - to which Warren is eager to return, moaning as the chimera pulls his hair. Exposing his throat again. “Want me to paint all of you in it?”
Warren leans in for another - to which Malik satiates, “I wouldn’t mind, but by stars,” he groans, shifting, “more on my thighs,” his voice drifts, legs bouncing their spread predicament. “And there,” he glances down, taken by the sight of Malik’s own arousal once again. “You really enjoy the torture,” he teases, “or the submission?” his mouth curls as he can feel his breath hoarse - trying to speak around the gag worked him more than he could assume.
Malik pats him on the thigh, “stay still, and we’ll see.”
And of course, Warren follows the wax.
Fingers curled into his hair, he breathes sharp as wax pours over his throat once more. Sticky, wet, smelling of black cherry, it brings a hint of iron to his nose as his brain tries to retract, to bring him over the well as wax pours over the traces left on his chest. Instinct he holds in the hind of his thoughts as he breathes, groaning as wax trickles against his open thighs - holding them in place as fingers grace at his knees. Ten, twenty, forty and more dot tenderly along his soft thighs, muscle resolved to relax as he anchors himself around fingers digging into the bark, around the dildo in his ass, around the taunting of wax over his filled erection as it tries to take shape in spite of the straight metal sound. Between the teases of wax, the pour of heat that washes over his chest and stomach, he feels Malik touch him, stroke him, making the bell beneath his shaft sing that reminds him of his own personal pin-in-grenade.
The one thing that holds himself in place - it chimes as wax pets his crotch, traces warming around his aching balls. “MALIK,” Warren groans, flinching, bucking, fingers digging against the wood as his body aches, “mhm fuck, that almost got me over,” he heaves - eager for more.
“Need a moment to cool?” Malik yields their palm on his thigh - the candle still in hand. It’s half empty - the burnt wick smoldering grey smoke.
“Mhnm,” Warren groans, “save pours for everywhere but there,” his cock burns - burns -good- inside and out as the sound stings his inner most. But he doesn’t want to be carried over the drift that’s built in his body - that’s for his ass to handle. As though he feels his temperature as normal, his skin still continues to keep the wax warm as it drools over his skin, as the areas over his chest are most void of the teasing remnants save for the welts of red. All save for the crest beneath his throat, where the warmth continues to pool over his skin as his body still remembers.
Malik nods, kissing him, “and the tapered?”
“You can let it - just don’t think I can handle all at once again.”
“Gotcha,” Malik kisses his forehead, “since you’ve been so good - want me to move them closer?”
“On the stump with me?”
“Yeah,” Malik gives him guidance up and away from their awaiting erection, “you’re warm enough to leave an ambiance, my love.”
“Oh, am I,” Warren groans, forgiving the factors of his well, “go ahead, I’m not sure how much more I can last on this thing.” He wiggles, letting his body squish with the mix of shadowed moisture and lube. “I want to feel you in there so badly, Mal.”
They grab his chin, a thumb pushing his mouth to open; to with Warren complies, mouthing it before it retreats.
“Only a bit more left,” Malik smiles, setting the glass candle down between Warren’s thighs.
It causes the bell to chime as he tries to retract from the close warmth both on his thigh and cock, leaving him wanton as he waits out the chimera’s movements to collect the rest beside him - barely leaving enough room for him to shift on the narrowing platform. They cradle around his thighs as Malik holds over a tapered candle, letting it drool along his thighs as Warren can only watch and wait - twitching at each droplet of warmth paints his legs, as the taunts of the fires licks at his soft thighs and filled cock. His steam mixes with the smoke breathing from the candles, whirling, whispering, surrounding him as one by one the candles are extinguished as the wax coats his chest, his stomach, making him shiver as the laps of summer air are foreign to the warmth of wax.
And between each pass, as they wait for the wax to melt around the slimming fires, speckles of wax spots around his crotch.
Though his body pronounces him with cream from his groinal seam, his tender parts a warm eggshell with golden piercings and the shine of the prince’s wand - it’s well colored by the drops of candle wax. A canvas of bright and dulls, creating the lightest of a shell over his shaft, upon his aching balls as he can feel them swell with unspent orgasms. Pressure taunted by each splash of hot wax, making his hips jump, his teeth grit, his body breathing deep and heavy as he eagerly nods to proceed.
So almost close to the end, he squints down at the emptied candles - the last in the chimera’s hands.
“Pour it on me,” Warren gasps before meeting Malik’s sight, “onto me again - I want it to ache.”
“It’s a lot,” Malik warns, leaning to give Warren’s body a shadow, “are you sure?”
“Yes,” Warren hisses, feeling himself succumb to his energy well, “grounding,” he gasps.
And he curses as the wax paints his erection, snarling and aching into it as it drools over his balls. Cradling him so delicately, it brings his attention around himself once more, to the searing ache inside and out as his muscles grip around the dual sounds. Flexes made for naught as it builds again in his loins - weight carried again to his agonized balls as the tender skin carries the heat to his throat. He groans as he curls over, knees shaking, leaning up to look at Malik - coming face to face with the intoxicating golden - and kisses it. “Mal,” he whimpers as the bell chimes, trying to reach for it with one hand, forgotten it was shackled to the other and his sides as he sinks into the attending palms.
He registers the concern on the chimera’s face, eyes fluttering between their gaze and their erection.
“Let me,” he tries to pull away, held by his exhausted bonespurs as they heave energetic steam, “let me see that fucking cock,” he drools. “I’m sinking, Mal, gods I’m so close,” he trembles.
“Easy,” they chuckle, helping him angle as the limp erection has long needed some attending to. It wasn’t to be spoiled, Warren told them before the night set in. “Let me,” one hand dug into Warren’s tussled hair, the other at their midlength; their eyes alight as Warren tries to swallow around the head. And with a long sigh, waiting as the drake gives himself into the desire to swallow the throat knocking girth, helps.
⫷ Ignio ⫸
Warren chokes around the head as it makes around his lips, throat vents flaring as he drools around the warm gold. They compensate as he throbs his head around the tempting head, sucking as well as his tired jaw can manage as he can feel it knock against the back of his mouth. It draws the drake to complain as his body refuses to let him go any further, gagging as the head peaks towards his throat, but not enough to meet the mid-length he can still see pass his nose. So he pulls back, drooling against his chest as he finds his breath, “more,” he groans, “I can’t,” he snarls.
“Do you want me to...?” Malik’s fingers curl into Warren’s hair, reminding him to submit to the chimera’s touch.
“Please,” Warren shivers; following as his hair is taken into a fist, opening his mouth as much as his muscles allow as the tip meets his tongue. Again his lips find around the head, and again he feels it poke at the back of his throat; wiggling as his vents again heave their compensating breath, taking over as his skull has become otherwise preoccupied. An instinctive reaction he’s so grateful for as he sucks the flesh burrowed into his mouth - and gags as it’s pushed into his throat.
Fistfuls of hair drives the tempo as Malik works their erection into the drake’s exhausted throat, hips pushing where their hands cannot direct. Back all the way they manage around the ring at the mid-length, letting Warren’s drool lubricate alongside their own self-serving mucus. They can feel Warren cough around them - gagging and settling as shackled hands reach and curl, as hips shift to ride the sensation out of the line of sight. For a minute Malik basks in Warren’s throat, letting him free himself in his own time.
Lips slip around the thick golden, kissing around the ring before spitting around the head. “So fucking big,” Warren cough as he comes for breath, drool carrying between his lips and the girth, “I can’t wait for it to be back there, inside me,” he groans, pushing to be around it again - and Malik pulls him to base. They reach a hand back to grab the link between the cuffs, and Warren reaches back as he gags around the girth - giving thumbs up.
And Malik draws back - and slams himself down Warren’s throat.
Through the tightness of the reflexive swallows Malik burrows themself; grunting in their own as Warren groans beneath - voice bubbling around their cock as again and again he fucks the drake’s wet mouth. It’s only for now - Malik has to remind themself, enchanted in the tight bliss that wraps around their girth, to warm him up for their agreed upon finish.
To the sides Malik can see Warren’s throat vents strain, the peaks of their inners pushed outwards as the drake chokes around their girth. Slow and steady the thrusts are drawn, tempted by Warren’s attempt to take more, gagging as he tries to push down for lips to kiss base. All for it to be forced upon him, to swallow the golden to swell his throat to take the rubbing ring and tempting head. Each twitch accented by Warren’s chokes, the attempting swallows as his tongue tries to move beneath the weight.
When they do draw themself back, their weight flopping and wet as it knocks against their furred legs, Malik brushes Warren’s hair back into place - as best it can be as drool keeps it against his jaw. “Fuck, Mal,” Warren groans hoarse, trying to swallow his throat back into shape, “holy fuck.”
“Isn’t that next?” Malik smiles, kneeling down to meet Warren from below, “lets give you a minute, alright? So I can peel off some of this wax.”
“Hmm,” he complains leaning back around the dildo, rubbing himself along its length, “fuck, Mal, you tasted so delicious.” He huffs, salivating as his eyes continue to whirl into a blackout. “Gods, I want it in me so badly,” he ruts more, only ceasing his rocks under the chimera’s hands as he licks his lips.
“Soon,” Malik whispers, cradling the heavy balls decorated with wax. “Almost there, just a little longer.”
“I know, but fuck!” Warren snarls, steam billows from his body, still expelling the well. “I’m so fucking full,” he groans, bell singing as his loins clench. “They’re so heavy, oh I can barely feel them they’re so full.”
One leg freed Warren pulls it before him - rubbing his thighs against his cock brings him to trembles.
“Easy now,” Malik guides him off the stump, where they hear the audible -pop- as the dildo vacates his ass.
Warren whimpers as the summer air meets his gaping hole, legs shaking, almost collapsing to the ground if it weren’t for the chimera’s gentle hands. Easing him down to the blanket where the wooden slab once laid, to where they kneel across from each other as Malik mirrors the kneel - and lies down before Warren, their golden an intoxicating signal to proceed.
Though his body still belies exhaustion, desire drives him to kneel over the chimera, to pet the erection as it perks between his legs, to rub himself against it as he mumbles and whines. It never meets where he wants at his own behest, slippery and soaked with drool and mucus, it takes Malik’s guiding hand to meet his desire - and he sinks. And sinks at it meets his inner restraint.
Knelt above the chimera, Warren can only complain and snarl as he tries to get his body to meet where he wants, to swallow the erection in totality and knock himself silly. But it’s delayed as he can’t meet it in the bend, heaving his hips to one side as the bell chimes under his forsaken cock. “Fuck,” he snarls as knees tremble, “Give it to me, I want that fucking dick in my ass,” he whispers over and over, pleading for it to meet him, eyes squeezed close as Malik’s hands settle one to his thigh and the other to their mid-length. Over and over he tries to get it to take, to fill him like Malik so easily does in their larger shapes, to feel the sensations of being completely filled by the chimera’s titanic phallus - and his mind goes blank as it takes.
Slowly, tenderly, the head pushes as it moves through the space of the second hole – pushing at his guts, making their own space as his hips quiver and spines straighten. It inches tender as it slips into his ass, through his colon, spreading the bend to a gentle curve as his fingers grip around his arching tail as he rolls around the intruding length. Words are vacant as his mouth hangs agape while it finds solution in his guts, whimpering, quivering, meeting the mid-length inside him as thighs cradle upon the chimera’s pelvis. His hips tilted back, shivering, trembling, drooling as he can feel it curl up and into his side, coming so daringly close to his combustive gut.
If it weren’t for the seal on his nape, it might’ve dropped in already; but so would’ve the rest of their excursion gone awry. The dildo once stretching him out, the sound he hears as the bell chimes, the shackles around his wrist as he groans down into Malik’s hands as he leans forth to find stability. Their girth that fills him out, the length that pushes is guts to curve along his side, he clenches around it. The bell chimes, shifting makes the bell chime as he feels the girth slide along his softened hole – the constant chime that draws louder through his mind as he moves.
He loses himself into the well as his eyes pool black with swirls of energy white, faltering.
All he can make out is the chimera’s muddled words through his own muddled mind, looking through half-lid as he rolls around the girth, riding it as the bell of the sound sings against Malik’s stomach. A sound that tells him to go faster, to keep the tempo as once protests of his tired body are gone ignored as his energy well brings his body to life. He pulls himself back along his knees as he cages the chimera’s hips, and slams himself around Malik again.
Gasping as the length pulls through his guts, medial ring pulling at his inner ring as he perks upon Malik’s stomach before it pops back through once more. An intense inner grip that draws him to hitch, to gasp, and he slams himself around the hefty girth again and again, grunting as his body takes the blow that resounds into his chest. Knocking against his fluttering lungs as they catch his breaths, the makes of his biting steam as his breath hitches through each blow and exhales in billows. The depths exonerating his body sings, the fill more than satisfying as his ass kisses around base as he continues to bounce on the chimera’s hips.
His body crouches over the chimera as his hips snap, leaning into the hands cradling his head as he snarls and voice melts. The drake’s ichor black teeth bare between the deep huffs of energetic steam, a threat of any other if he wasn’t so fuck drunk on the chimera’s member. As their slapping flesh makes voracious desires ravenous – desire fills the drake’s belly for blood before it’s bulldozed by the chimera’s enormous cock, knocking against his combustive gut as he tries to pull free of the shackles on his wrist and mouth the chimera’s thumbs. Bucking, snapping, beneath him Malik can only breathe and gasp as they’re so voraciously taken by Warren’s hungry body. Smacking, slapping, wet meets of flesh to flesh drive out thoughts for either as the bell continues its frantic choir.
Out in, out in, the bounce of hips are relentless as Warren fucks himself on Malik, his thighs thundering as he leans over the grip of the chimera’s hands, almost biting his tongue as Malik braces him up and away beneath the night sky. A fuck drunk that brings them to shiver as unspent energy is expelled through Warren’s hips, swallowing every inch of the warm golden as it begins to swell against his hot walls.
Leaning back, frantic to find space, Warren knuckles on his fists as he can feel the head flare inside him - a pronouncement made in his side where it slides as his brain tries to catch up. Tries to make sense of the overwhelming sensation that flourishes through his pelvis as his body aches. One snap down, and another, he looks to where Malik is failing to keep composure, biting their own lips, arms crossed over face - “Divi,” they whimper, hips pinned by Warren’s own, trying to find completion in the drake’s guts.
Pulling himself back, Warren tries to keep his senses aloft as he burrows Malik inside him again, watching the chimera groan and twitch. “Love that greedy hole, huh?” he whispers, voice laced with draconic intent, “feeling every piece of me quivering around your golden cock.” He heaves as he withdraws to half, and slams them back to complete and grinds.
Malik groans and grabs under Warren’s jaw, fingers pressing against the heave of the throat vents as the drake leans over them. “Keep going, fucker” breathes as their fingers press against the soft cream, “I still got more in there to fill.”
Warren’s voice laughs, but as they know he’s not all there - drunk with the swell of the energy well, eyes still caught in blackout.
And so they continue - hips snapping as they relentlessly fuck. Fuller and fuller does the erection swell in Warren’s body, the head pulling against him with every thrust, pushing the energy to expel and expel with every muscular exertion. The strength it takes dwelling heavy as the well is to be eventually spent, poured out into the summer air as Warren heaves and gasps as his body is pulled by the thrusts. Hollowed out, body left needing – he’ll eventually be drawn to his end as he can only shiver and snarl, head resting within Malik’s hands as his sight begins to drop back to himself.
“Malik,” he whimpers, hips exhausted as he fucks upon Malik’s stomach, “please,” holds as hips press, thrusting against stomach, rubbing, “please – please, please, please,” murmurs as he mouths the thumbs in his mouth, sucking them as he rides.
“We’re almost there,” Malik groans, taking the lead as Warren grinds.
“No,” Warren cries out as he feels the head pull in his guts, “please let me cum, gods, I need to cum.” His balls ache between them – pressure high if it weren’t for the aggression now spent.
Stilling themselves, Malik reaches down to Warren’s aching cock and undoes the tip.
Warren groans against Malik’s chest as the sensation is all so sudden - body rejecting the deepest sound as it is pulled from his urethra, as the blockage is dislodged upon Malik’s stomach. Fingers drive him to complete over the edge - giving him the energy to sit upon Malik’s erection once more as the swell of the head locks them complete. Gasping, whimpering, buckling; Warren’s hips snaps as he finally finds release - filling himself with Malik’s own as his cock arches ropes of white. Over and over does he slam himself down around Malik, gasping as he does, snapping as he does as his balls press on the chimera’s stomach. Above Malik he shivers, quivers, mumbling and pleading as he fucks Malik’s hands to his very last arch as his loins flare.
And he drools as Malik meets the same end, pumping him full across his upper stomach.
Together they gasp in the glow of the distant candles, sharing in sweat as Malik reaches back to undo the shackles, to let Warren embrace him as they roll in the bliss together. As one as the difference in which and what is ignored as they touch one enough, enamor one another, grace one another with tender touches and loving kisses. Exhaustive motions that leaves their voices to slur, mumbling as Warren still rolls around the impression in his belly. Beneath him the chimera shares in the stunning silence, feeling over the slight bulge in Warren’s anatomy as the drake looks upon him in delight.
“Well, it held,” Malik laughs, “you didn’t eat me.”
“Of course I didn’t,” Warren whispers as he cuddles himself into Malik’s arms - ignoring the protest in his gut as he still remains penetrated. “Your seal don’t break.”
With a smile, a gentle kiss, Malik guides him back to sit as a hand holds over their spent girth. “Let’s get us cleaned up... we can clean this up tomorrow.” And eases Warren to lean back to guide themselves out – both shivering as the girth declines to move, both shivering as they swap positions as Warren lies on his back against the stump.
It takes a gentle tandem of ease as they both remain blissed out their mind, still caught in tired desire as each motion draws a breath, a shivering, a sigh. The catch unlocked, pulling the tired golden from a puffy hole, the soft flared head comes free with a loud and satisfying –pop- as Malik leans above. Between the space they kiss, Warren pulling his cheeks apart as he feels the warmth seep inside him. He sighs, “what a well worn hole,” he leans against the chimera’s balls.
Still made eager by the plug in his cock.
Their kiss continues as the golden girth rests across Warren’s chest, both in a sensory rut as their hips press. “We’re on bed-rest,” Malik breathes as they hold Warren’s face, wiping away the frustration tears and drool, “no answering calls.”
“Agreed,” Warren breathes back, feeling along between them for himself – taken for a moment by the chimera’s girth before finding his own. His fingers shaking as he’s still sensitive – cock still aching as the bell chimes again.
Departing with a peck on the lips, Malik guides Warren’s hands to his stomach, and they both watch as Malik removes the screw, and lets the sound slide. To which Warren shivers, gasping as he can feel the echo of the stretch throughout as the metal is caught in the chimera’s hand.
“Gods, I’m going to be feeling that,” his back temples as he looks down upon his gaping glans, body clenching front to back.
Between his thighs Malik is handling the sounds, collecting them for later as they’re still half drawn along Warren’s stomach. “For a couple hours, I believe,” and their hands rest around the drake’s thighs that nestle on either side, “want to head back inside? Think there’s enough water pressure to run a bath. Got everything you asked for.”
“Yeah,” Warren laughs, maneuvering himself so his legs on are to one side, “just let me find my legs.” His aching ass presses against the chimera’s balls, “something light afterwards?” a hand petting along his wet sore ass and stinging cock.
“Sure,” Malik rubs Warren’s stomach as they help him to his feet, giving him a brief play as fingers prod at the gaped hole, “whatever the ‘kite prince’ wants.” And they kiss once more as they head up the step to the cabin porch.
