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[There had been a simpler time, several years before when Bren hadn't yet known Trent Ikithon, a time when he was thoroughly and blissfully unaware of the things that existed in the dark, when the ideas of werewolves and vampires and other creatures that ought to have been nothing more than fairy tale fodder. Instead, his paths had crossed with Trent and everything had changed. He'd been thrown into a small walled courtyard one night, under the light of a full moon, and he had not been alone. That was the first time he had met a werewolf. Bren remembered the bite, still had the scar of it on one forearm, remembered the confusion and the terror -- both of which were nothing compared to the full moon that followed the month after, the first time he'd transformed. He remembered the pain of his entire body breaking and reshaping itself, the fear of losing himself entirely. He'd blacked out that night, woken up naked and aching as if he'd been run over by a bus.

It had been the same very moon since, except that piece by piece, bit by bit, he held onto some small shred of himself during the transformation. Trent Ikithon had explained that all this was for Bren's own good, that he was safer here than anywhere else. that there were vampires who would tear him apart on sight, one in particular, a singular monster who Trent seemed to have a personal loathing for. Bren tried to probe why any vampire, never mind a particular one, would have any interest in him. No explanation was ever given except that 'the Shadowhand will never have you. Not in this life or the next. I will see to that.'

Bren had no idea what that meant. Before all this, the only strange thing in his life were recurring dreams -- and oh they were beautiful things. Arms that were secure and safe around him, tender and gentle but not warm. The soft lilt of a voice that assured him everything would be well, that wherever he went he would be found again. Trent had hated the dreams and had done his best to cast them out of Bren's conscious awareness. Now they were barely shadows, things he could remember the feeling of more than the details. It hurt even trying to recall them, so he didn't.

This past moon Bren had made his escape after he transformed, finally aware enough of himself that he had his chance. He was free. That was the only thought in his mind right now and it repeated in echoed mantra over and over again as he tried to keep himself from spiraling into a breakdown. It had been years since he'd been out, actually out in the world, not kept with Trent Ikithon's control, trapped within the grounds of that monster's manor. He was, after all, Trent's pet project, for whatever reasons the old bastard had. It didn't matter. Back in that direction lay only pain and isolation. He wouldn't go back.

Of course, he didn't really have a plan to go forward either, really. Even before he'd been captured and turned, he hadn't had any family left, few friends, and he'd been out of the world for years now. He managed to ~~steal~~ find some clothes, ill-fitting, a coat that was too big on his underfed frame, a scarf wrapped about his neck. He was a mess, long copper hair in tangles past his shoulders, his beard untrimmed, a frantic fear in wide blue eyes as he tried to find somewhere to hide, somewhere to get his bearings. He couldn't let Trent find him again. This was freedom, and he would not give it up.

A soft meow caught his attention, and he looked up in surprise as a small orange tabby approached him. For the first time in a long while, Bren smiled.] Hello there... [The little creature sniffed his outstretched hand and headbutted his fingers. It was the first kind touch that he'd known in so long, he almost teared up over it.] Well, at least I am not alone anymore. That's comforting.

[Now if he could just figure out what the hell he was going to do, where he was going to go.]

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[Bren would thrill in the knowledge of Trent understanding how completely he had lost him, how utterly he had failed at keeping them apart. As much as he had feared and hated Trent Ikithon for the torture and suffering he had put him through, the darkest moments of his life, he had only come to despise him more after learning that he'd tried to keep him from this, from the greater part of his soul made flesh in the drow. In his mate.

He let his head fall to the side at the nuzzling, full invitation if Essek wished it, even if he'd already been breakfast for the vampire. Even if he did not, he enjoyed the attention to his neck, a pleasant shiver rushing over the surface of his skin.]

Tomorrow then. I am looking forward to it already.

[Tomorrow would mean that he had a couple nights until the Full Moon still, though gods it was perilously close, and the restlessness in him was soothed only by having his mate near. It settled something deep inside him.]

Is there anything I can do? I admit your business savvy is much greater than mine.

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zauberdecke

[ The drowpire knew that Bren was exceedingly intelligent, and once Trent Ikithon was dealt with-- he'd make a present of the club to Bren-- to manage as he saw fit; perhaps something could be done to turn it into something positive for those wolves who had been exploited by Ikithon. However, while Trent was still existing-- Bren remaining behind the scenes was the best course of action.

I have some correspondence that you can work through, if you would not mind; you can also send out acceptances to some invitations to parties here and there. Rest assured, Bren Ermendrud.. I will put you to so much use.

[ Essek did not mean for it to come out so sexual, however as close as he was to that neck-- the way that he huffed those words out, it felt just as such-- something raw and seductive, the lowest levels of a purr as he nuzzles against that neck. ]

Oh yes, and until tomorrow night?

[ He draws a fingertip right around the collarbone revealed by tunic. ]

You are not allowed to come.

[ The mic just dropped and it was audible. ]

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[Bren would not argue with keeping behind the scenes for the time being, so long as he was allowed to be by Essek's side, so long as he could do his part to protect his mate even as the drowpire sheltered and protected him. He would not let Trent lay a finger on Essek, and for all that the old man had already done and taken from him, he would see him turned to ashes before anything more.]

I can do that, of course. I--

[Well. Essek may not have meant for that to come out sexual, but it had, and Bren had to clamp his jaw shut to stop the moan that wanted to slip free, especially when he could feel the words as much as hear them. Fuck.

And then Essek continued and there was no holding back the whimper that little order drew. Bren could feel his cock jump at the words, and he lifted his chin with a soft gasp. Oh. That.

That was entirely unfair, but he would do as he was told.]

I... mm. As you wish.

[It was, after all, only one day. How bad could it be?]

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zauberdecke

[ Eyes were oftentimes considered the windows to the soul but really, all Bren had to do was breathe and Essek could sense every thought and feeling, as well as the blatant arousal that seemed to peak even as he gave that very final order. And he was standing close enough that he could feel the way that cock twitched underneath trousers. And it was fairly obvious that being edged like that would prove it's own sexual fetish.

He smoothed his palm against tunic, running circles against fabric as he hummed lightly with a shadow of amusement. ] That does not mean that you may not touch me.... and I intend on touching you.

[ Simply, no orgasm for Bren. ] I will still give you kisses, as many of them as you desire, I will never withhold love and affection from you... just you absolutely cannot come until I command it.

[ When Essek spoke it like that, it probably sounded fairly easy. ]

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[Bren was not fully aware how well Essek could read him, but if he gave it any thought he would not be at all surprised. The drowpire had known his soul a lifetime before, and even if he was a different person in this life, he was still at his core that same heart, and it had ever and would always belong to this beautiful man.

What he was starting to become fully aware of, however, was how much obeying his mate was turning him on. It hadn't even been a question. Essek had given him this order, and Bren had not for a moment even considered arguing it. His lover told him he could not come, so he would not. Or at least, he would do his best to comply. The fact that Essek was not denying him touch or affection seemed a kindness, and it was, but it would also only add to the slow and exquisite torture no doubt.

He could live with that.]

May I have a kiss now?

[Because he would very much like a kiss now. And at every other waking moments and many of his non-waking moments as well.]

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zauberdecke

[ The drow looked up at Bren from between those lowered lashes, perhaps a bit pleased that the werewolf sounded utterly smitten and yes, obedient. And thus he smiled as he slipped his palms up and down that chest, although soon enough his hands were reaching to take hold of jaw and then he was looking up into that mien, how the other man longed to please him.

A certain frisson of power filled him and he nodded slowly. ] You are such a good boy, asking for permission like that, and you even used the term 'May I?' so sweetly, how can I resist giving my sweet boy whatever he desires.

[ And then he leaned upward so that he could brush his lips against his lovers, feeling the way that the mouth parted against his, the very essence of Bren that made him both want to be protective as well as push him up against a wall and tear him asunder in the most delicious way possible, but he did not deepen the kiss quite yet-- he wanted to enjoy the anticipation, the warmth of mouth to mouth, and he allowed his lips to slip open so that he could sense the taste of him. ]

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ausgebrannt

[Bren was so wrapped around Essek's perfectly manicured little finger, so weak to the touch of those hands, to those eyes that he was certain he could fall into and then continue falling forever. When Essek praised him, those sweet and utterly devastating words. Good boy, the words that followed and the promise that he'd be granted what he'd asked for.

He heard himself whine softly in that moment before Essek's lips found his. Then he was sweetly melting into him, eyes slipping shut to focus on the feeling of the drow's mouth against his own. Bren was pliant beneath Essek's touch, and though he was eager for more of that kiss, he didn't press.

It was all too perfect already, savoring the feeling of his lover's lips, his own parting gently, an unspoken plea, even as the moon-restless wolf inside him wanted nothing more than to devour his mate entirely.]

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zauberdecke

[ Magic was cast between them, like the ticking of a clock. His mouth warm and soft as he slid his tongue inside, to give Bren exactly what he wanted; to dig into that succulent heat that was presented to him. Because he was well fed now, his body heat would borrow off of his lover's-- so that it wasn't a raging volcano. He remembered the first night where it had been molten, the mouth and the skin.

How he'd begged for that heat greedily.

But now he was granted the respite of Bren's offering and so their temperatures for the most part did not possess so much of a disparity. And because he was eager, and he wanted to likewise show Bren that he was not intending on holding back, a singular deft moment had him cupping Bren underneath pants and following the line of those trousers, from the base to the shape of head underneath fabric.

The kiss and the touches would do Bren absolutely no favors in self control, but that too was a test-- to see how much of a good bow Bren could actually be. ]

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ausgebrannt

[Bren only knew that he needed to be devoured by the other man, by that kiss that stole all the breath from his lungs and made his heart forget what it was to do anything but race and hammer against his chest. Essek could do this to him, was the only one who could, whom his body answered and sang for as if it was made to answer his call, as if he was made for it.

Maybe he was exactly that.

He groaned to Essek's mouth as that hand found his cock. He tried to remember what he'd been told, that he wasn't allowed to come until tomorrow night, but it was getting difficult to keep in mind. Still, he was eager enough to please Essek, eager enough to show that he could obey, that he could be good for him.

He broke from the kiss with a low whine.]

Oh love...

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zauberdecke

[ If there was anything that Essek enjoyed, it was testing Bren to his limits.

But he knew that the werewolf was capable of being obedient, he had seen it on several instances. Last night he had allowed for the other man to go off the change, to give voice to his more primal desires while this night he would have to refrain and hold himself back-- but the rewards would assuredly be worth it, at least Essek thought that Bren would appreciate it.

And the climax would be breathtaking and near earth-shattering.

A thumb traced the ridge upward, and then downward while he levied a gentle kiss against the rounded shell of an ear; he knew that if there was anything that could get Bren to obey it was the very sure incentive of praise, and so he lavished it on his man liberally-- as if it was the emotional equivalent of tongue against quivering prick. ]

I love the fact that you are a feral creature but you will be good just for me, only me-- even though I know you will desire to come well before I am going to allow you; is this something you want? To be teased by myself?

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ausgebrannt

Only you...

[Bren agreed. He was a monster with teeth and he would bite, but not this hand. Never this hand. For Essek he would be exactly what the vampire wished him to be, would be his obedient pet so eager to please him, even if it meant tormented so sweetly on this edge until Essek allowed him his release, a full day away.

And Essek was right. The praise would sustain him, better than any orgasm he could imagine. Another shaky whimper as his hips jerked towards that touch and he bit at his lower lip, the sting of pain reminding him to hold himself in check.]

I want it, yes. And I want to please you... let me? Let me make you come? [The words were tumbling out of him now.] Fuck me, use me. I will be good I will not come, I will show you how well I can obey. Or take my mouth, take whatever you want.

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zauberdecke

If you come, understand that I will know. [ He cautioned this as he looked right into Bren's eyes, seeing so much of Caleb there but also of Bren. His body felt warm with need and also flush from his morning feeding. ] My sweet boy cannot keep anything from me, you come so loudly for me, it is hard to play off the way that your cheeks flush and your eyes darken when you are on the brink.

[ And the sweat-like musk that he had tasted on his tongue when they had fucked in the back of the vehicle, all raw heat. Bren's hair in his eyes and looking feral and drunk with lust. Both of them were wild and unkempt. The thought of that made his cock harden between his legs, but the thought of teasing Bren also clicked some self-fufillment button within his body and mind.

Enough that he drew away and then walked over to a chair and then very primly settled down on it, with his legs only slightly spread. ]

I want your mouth, especially when such beautiful words tumble out of it-- if I took you, I would want you to come with me, I am selfish like that, your walls forcing my cock to fill you up.

[ And then Essek beckoned for Bren to draw closer, like a siren's song of which the melody was created of magic and lust. ]

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ausgebrannt

[Bren was visibly flushed now as he was called out so clearly. He couldn't argue the point. He knew that he was a mess when Essek took him apart so expertly. Hells, he was a mess now, aroused and watching Essek like he'd hung the moon and stars in the sky, and put them there for Bren alone.]

I know. [He nodded. He knew Essek would see straight through him if he disobeyed, and he did not intend to. There wasn't an ounce of his being that didn't want to be good for his mate, to do as he was told.

He Essek as he drew back, watched the drowpire stroll across the room fixed on every movement every graceful sway of his body, the perfectly elegant way he sat. His divine to be worshipped, and Bren an eager supplicant. Essek beckoned and he was in motion without thought, moth to his moonlit flame.

Once he'd reached Essek, he did not hesitate to sink to his knees before him.] Then have my mouth. I want to taste you, I want to make you feel good.

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zauberdecke

[ Essek was such that he would find a way to tease Bren because the fact of the matter was that he was a tease and he enjoyed having those ravenous eyes on him in a way that he did not with anyone else.

Already those azure eyes were unwrapping his cock, he felt it in his blood-- even more poignant with the advent of the moon growing closer to full-- it made him feel powerful even if he would not push Bren for more than he could handle.

As Bren knelt there, he slinked his fingers through bright red flames and he purred in something that resembled pleasure while he spoke in that husky Dynasty-acented voice ] My sweet cockslut, you may unwrap me and partake, I give you permission, how could I not.. my good obedient pet, my only pet.

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ausgebrannt

[Bren did look at Essek like he fully desired to devour him whole given the chance, heart and body and soul. But he also looked at him with blue eyes full of adoration, as if certain that the drow was responsible for the moon in the sky that stirred his blood to life.

He canted his head towards that touch through his hair, eyes falling half-lidded, gaze still fixed on the other man's face. He could feel himself flush at the words, but as hot as his cheeks felt, his cock ached harder, the heat in his blood even hotter still.

That was right, he was his pet. His obedient cockslut. It was all he wanted to be, and given that permission, he did not hesitate. He reached out with eager fingers, working Essek's trousers open so that he could slip a hand inside and draw his cock free. Unwrapping him indeed, the most thrilling present he could imagine receiving.]

Thank you... [He murmured the words softly as his fingertips traced the length of him, velvet, heated flesh. Lips parted and he leaned in to wrap his mouth around that cock, like it was the sweetest treat he'd ever been offered, suckling and licking at the head of his prick eagerly as his eyes slowly fell the rest of the way shut.]

From:

zauberdecke

[ Despite how filthy this was to take from Bren, there was nothing more emotional than this either for he could feel his heart pound with Bren's blood within him, the way that he felt achingly tender and protective of this man obediently heeled at his side. Did Bren even realize how thralled that Essek was in turn, that he would do anything at all to bring this man happiness? Some said that the one in true power was the submissive, in such an arrangement as this-- and Essek thought perhaps it was the truth with the way that Bren had such an adept hold upon his emotions.

His cock clenches at the very first brush of mouth, reverent and beautiful before his head-- glistening over the top with precome, was taken between lips and sucked, and Essek's hands found purchase against lock flames, weaving through them as he gasped sharply in response; so that Bren could hear how he was pleasing him.

Essek's iron control faltered for a moment, wanting Bren to further service him-- however he did not, understanding that if he allowed for his lover to mount him, he would want the werewolf to come inside of him, paint his walls. No, it was best to accept this and only this. ]

Such a good boy, you are going to coax out every bit of cream, are you not? I was remiss in not giving you your breakfast yet-- but I will, every single last drop. [ He purred, assuring Bren that he would provide for him in this moment, fill him full of the freshest of spend that all he had to do was lap up. ] I want to see how far you can take me in your mouth, can you fit me all in? Kiss the base of my cock with your lips?

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ausgebrannt

[It was filthy, yes, but it was also devotional, an act of worship that Bren was eager to give to this beautiful man, his mate, his soulmate, the reason that his world had light in it once more. He wanted to give him pleasure, give him this utter submission and obedience, to know that Essek was losing himself in ecstasy because of him, to know that he was good for him in this. The drowpire had given him so much, and Bren wanted to give it all back and more.

Bren's eyes fluttered as those fingers gripped into his hair, a soft sound of his own echoing around the prick in his mouth. He looked up to him when the other man spoke, taking in each word raptly. Pupils had blown wide to nearly subsume all the blue of his irises. Another whimper at the promise of being fed the cream that he oh so desperately craved, the overwhelming desire to swallow down his essence.

He would also not disappoint in that next request. How could he? A slow drag of his tongue around the head of that cock, as if savoring the taste of him before he began to slide his lips further down that shaft. He did not stop even as he felt his prick at the back of his throat, fighting the soft choking that started, the tears that gathered at the corner of his eyes as he stilled himself. He swallowed around him, relaxing to prepare himself, to take the last inches into his throat.]

From:

zauberdecke

[ The tears shimmered like liquid starlight within those darkened pupils and he felt desire so keenly as to make his shaft twitch between those welcoming lips-- aroused but also ultimately careful; he had not determined a safe word and so he would have to give further and clear directions to his lone wolf, his mate whom he loved do deeply that it surpassed time itself.

His fingers lightly rested against the back of Bren's neck, soft and gentle in a way that was guiding-- firm and yet there was no doubt there was love there as he tangled fingers into those locks of hair. ]

You are being so good for me, but it is important that you let me know if I am hurting you, if anything happens and you have not told me that your limits were breached then I will punish you and it will not be enjoyable for either of us.

[ how he was doing this while those throat walls clenched around his shaft, if was rather amazing but he kept himself grounded. ]

Now, I want you to start fucking me with that sweet mouth of yours-- can you do that, Chathtiu? Tap your fingers against my wrist once for go and twice for stop>/i>.

[ Tomorrow they would have a safe word going into that club, but for right now hand signals would have to suffice. There was love in how his fingers massaged the back of that neck, sweetly reverent as if Bren was the most precious person in the world.

Truth was, he was ]

From:

ausgebrannt

[Tears or no, everything in Bren's eyes was pure and open trust and adoration. He did not doubt for a moment that Essek would take care of him even as he used him, knew that his mate would never hurt him. And Essek proved exactly that in the next moment. Bren whimpered around him, the sound muffled enough that it was likely more felt than heard. He understood, but even as he fought the urge to choke again. Nothing hurt save for the lingering ache for attention in his own neglected cock.

He understood though, even if Essek was driving him utterly mad with impatience. He shut his eyse in a slow, deliberately blink, outright catlike (strange for a werewolf) as confirmation that he heard. That he understood.

A hand lifted to wrap gently around Essek's wrist, to tap once. Go. Gods, please, go. Bren might be the one pleasuring the drowpire's cock, but he was just as if not more eager for it, as if the other man's pleasure far outstripped the thought of his own.]

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zauberdecke

[ The message was recieved, crystal clear and without a shadow of a doubt-- coupled with the slow-blink acknowledgement of those beautiful eyes, the way that ginger lashes fluttered downward to brush against the top of Bren's cheeks. How a man could have such beautifully long lashes-- it was expected of drow but he had seen many men who's eyes were not so expressive, not so well windowed.

His keen eyes also picked up the soft crystal of tears that latticed there, glimmering underneath the soft light. Essek's fingers lightly cupped the back of that neck, fingers sliding to cradle the base back of that head and then slowly drawing Bren closer onto his cock, feeling the slid of slick hot mouth and only arching a little bit. ]

Feed yourself on me, Pet.. fill yourself on me, I want to feel your clever tongue and throat work me until I am nothing but a pool deep inside your belly..

[ His voice crooned musically, certainly he was enjoying this in the soft gasp that exhaled from his lips, and his attention rapt on Bren, on that sweet mouth that felt like liquid amber, and he was something to be encased within it ]
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ausgebrannt

[Another soft almost choking sound before Bren relaxed his throat enough that the head of Essek's cock settled home comfortably. His eyes opened once more, but remained heavy lidded, blue eyes watching through that plush fringe of ginger lashes, watching Essek's face and wordlessly begging his approval. He was sinking seamlessly, blissfully, into that simple submissive space where the world was distilled down to the beautiful man whose feet he knelt at, where the only thing that mattered was pleasing him, being good for him.

He whimpered once more at those words and eagerly did exactly as he was told, drawing back along that length, tongue teasing along him eagerly, the sounds wet and outright obscene as he sucked at him, bobbing his head down to engulf him entirely, finding a rhythm of fucking his mouth on that prick, of taking Essek deep, to the hilt again and again, lips nestled against the root of his shaft and lingering before drawing back, repeating again and again.

Bren's hand twitched as if he were starting to reach for his own arousal, but he remembered himself mid movement and instead curled his fingers tightly into the fabric of his trousers. He would behave, would not disappoint his master, his mate.]

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zauberdecke

[ Essek noticed the little lapse before Bren caught himself and then his low dusky voice cooed in approval of such self-control and restraint ]

My very good Pet, you are so well trained-- this is why you are my only Pet. What need do I have for anyone else when you are obedient and willing for me?

[ A parted gasp slid out from his mouth like pearls as he felt that tight throat squeeze and clench and then Bren systematically fucking himself on his arousal in such a state as to rob him of all conscious thought. This was Bren's fault, but it could not be blamed. His pet could not be punished for being so very tempting-- and Essek did not wish to curtail that. ] Tomorrow night you will get such a wonderful reward, I will make it worth your while.

[ All he had to do was close his eyes to imagine Bren against him on a crowded dance floor, or underneath him in a private booth, of his fingers spreading those thighs as he bit against freckled skin and lapped at the blood there. ]

I am so close, Bren.. you are going to make me come deep in your mouth, oh fuck yourself on me, please-- I want your beautiful mouth filled with my seed.. [ Breathlessly he spoke this while his fingers tightened in that hair and he attempted to assist with that rhythem and with keeping Bren right in that floating space of desire ]

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ausgebrannt

[Bren basked in the praise, and there were a few seconds where he was in danger of coming without a single touch to his cock at the words that Essek spoke in that gorgeous, enticing voice. The moment passed and Bren only moaned around him and continued, eagerly swallowing down that prick over and over, as if he could somehow consume him entirely if only he tried hard enough.

The promise of a reward set a shiver thrilling through him. He had no idea what Essek had in mind, but god his imagination supplied flashes of images nevertheless, anything as long as it meant his mate's hands on him.

He choked out another moan around him at those breathless pleas, giving Essek exactly what he wished, near frenzied in his attempt to bring the drow to his climax, so that he could swallow down his spend as if he were utterly starved for it, lost in the thrill and peace of being a perfect, obedient pet for the other man.]

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zauberdecke

[ Audible groans, a mouth entirely too decadent for it's own good and those assiduous workings to bring him pleasure, and still Essek's foot-- delicate and bare, slipped out to between those thighs were he ran it almost luxuriant up the inner clothed skin of that thigh, not touching cock but so very close-- a trail of magic that seemed to leak from his every pore.

His fingers clenched in those locks of hair as his breathing flush, a few Ah's~ like musical notes bubbling to the surface followed my near mewling moans that rumbled, as he was taken over and over again by that mouth. His balls clenched and he could feel that rising peak as it vibrated around him, causing salt to thicken, the eventual breaking of the dam.

Then there it was, that punch that hit his solar plexus just right and then he crested hot and hard, with his prick quivering waves and streams of thick cream. ] I'm... [ But by the time it was too late, he was already coming quickly into that mouth, warm and painting that throat with his spend, so very much that it would be nearly impossible for Bren to swallow it down without something of a mess as it engaged his beard ]

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ausgebrannt

[Bren trembled as that foot went questing, bracing himself for a touch that never came. But it was probably for the best. He teetered so close to that edge, and he did not want to disobey, did not want to disappoint his mate. Still the touch only increased the muffled whimpers lost around Essek's prick as the werewolf fucked his mouth on that length with a growing desperation.

Every sound Essek made only spurred him on, such a beautiful song that Bren felt graced to hear. No one else would have his lover this way, no one else would know how beautiful Essek was in these moments when all his poise and grace and composure let go.

He swallowed around Essek, desperate, eager, to drink him down. It was too much despite his efforts, and he made a proper mess of himself, come leaking from his lips, where they were still stretched around the drowpire's cock, down stubbled chin even as his throat continued to work around him.]