[It was music, better than any song that Bren had heard, more musical than the rise of howls beneath a full moon. This was his mate, the greater part of his soul, finally back in his arms. Still trapped away, Caleb could only agree with this. He had never had the instincts of a werewolf, but feeling them fixed on his soulmate, well, it made nothing but perfect sense to him. Another bond forged between them that nothing would break, despite Trent Ikithon's best attempts to do so.
Bren meanwhile was caught up in every instinct of the beast within him. The scent of Essek flooding his senses, that perfect twilit skin dusted with starry freckles, presented so perfectly to him. A gift, a gift that was more precious than anything he could imagine.
A smile stretched over his lips at those words. One hand ran up along his ass, gathering the slick saliva gathering there, a finger teasing at his hole as he leaned back to speak.]
Good. Come for me, starlight... let me use your seed to fuck you properly.
[His other hand continued its deliberate attention at Essek's cock, kneading, stroking him, pressing that length flat against that taut stomach, through the lacy fabric still mostly containing him.]
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Date: 2023-08-08 01:12 am (UTC)Bren meanwhile was caught up in every instinct of the beast within him. The scent of Essek flooding his senses, that perfect twilit skin dusted with starry freckles, presented so perfectly to him. A gift, a gift that was more precious than anything he could imagine.
A smile stretched over his lips at those words. One hand ran up along his ass, gathering the slick saliva gathering there, a finger teasing at his hole as he leaned back to speak.]
Good. Come for me, starlight... let me use your seed to fuck you properly.
[His other hand continued its deliberate attention at Essek's cock, kneading, stroking him, pressing that length flat against that taut stomach, through the lacy fabric still mostly containing him.]