14. A Virgin In Heat （Part 2）

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A VIRGIN IN HEAT (PART 2)

Wren's spine arched. He's inside me. For a while, all he knew was the sensation of being stretched. "R-rut?"

"Yeah. Need to fuck. Never felt anything like this before." Fang panted against Wren's throat, thrusting hungrily into Wren's palm. "Your touch makes it better. Makes it so I can think again."

Fang navigated Wren's body like it belonged to him. He swirled his fingers around with a toe-curling pressure, sliding them in and out. And he found that special spot easily, nudging it so Wren gasped and moaned.

"Is this what you couldn't reach?" Fang pressed down on it again. Wren spasmed.

"Oh, f-fuck," Wren whimpered, clutching at Fang's shirt. "More."

"Answer my question." Fang nudged that spot, then completely ignored it. "Is this the spot you wanted to reach?"

Wren could've cried. "Yes, yes. That spot."

He shoved his ass onto Fang's fingers in an attempt to take more. Fang growled, his scent filling Wren's nose, his eyes flashing gold.

He turned them around, pinning Wren beneath him with his fingers still buried deep. "You'll have to be quiet. I don't want you waking Steffie."

Wren shoved his hands over his mouth. But he cried out anyway when Fang began to grind his fingers against his prostate.

It felt so good. Fang worked him over like a machine, relentlessly massaging that spot so Wren began to shake, precum and slick leaking out of him. He clutched at Fang. "I need—I need—"

"Come for me. I want you to come so hard, you can't think. Pretend you're squeezing my cock inside. Pretend it's my cock rubbing you here."

He hooked his fingers viciously against Wren's prostate, sending Wren off the edge. Wren came helplessly, his eyes rolling back, hot jets of cum ripping out of him.

For long moments, he couldn't breathe. He could only feel the waves of pleasure, and Fang's fingers still moving inside him, still working against that spot.

"So damn gorgeous," Fang whispered, his tongue a light, damp touch as he licked every drop of cum off Wren's stomach. "So fucking hot when you clenched around me. Your sweet ass trying to tempt me inside."

Wren blushed, squirming when Fang kept on working his prostate. He had to shove Fang's fingers out of himself. "T-too much."

Fang licked his lips and left his fingertips pressed snug against Wren's hole. "Did you like that?"

"So good," Wren moaned.

Fang's mouth quirked. "Still feel like a virgin?"

Wren flushed.

He felt thoroughly ravished by Fang's fingers, but it wasn't just from this. Fang had touched him inside last night, and he'd sucked on Wren's fingers in the car.

"Want my cock stretching you open?" Fang ground his bulge against Wren's inner thigh. It still felt intimidatingly big.

"Do we still have to use the other plugs?" Wren made an impatient, helpless sound. "I just want your cock. And your fingers. I—I want you to fuck me so hard."

"Gods, Wren." Fang swore, sliding his hand from Wren's ass to his thigh, pushing his legs wide open.

Wren had heard many things about being in heat. But it was something else entirely to experience it—Your whole body growing so hot you thought you'd burn right up, your hole so empty it ached to be filled.

Fang reached into the bedside drawer, pulling out something. Before Wren could ask what it was, he pushed a familiar narrow tip between Wren's cheeks, letting it snag against Wren's opening.

"This is the fifth one," Fang whispered. "After the sixth, I'll stretch you with my cock."

Wren clutched at the sheets, his hole growing hot again. Fang sank the plug into Wren without preamble. It opened up his rim and his inner walls, its flared base nestling against his hole. Wren panted, trying to adjust to it. It felt so good.

Just when he thought this was all the stretching he needed, Fang pulled the plug out slightly, and pushed it back in. Over and over, he opened Wren with the plug. He rolled Wren onto all fours and pulled his hips higher; he cupped Wren's cheeks and spread them so his hole was in full view.

"So beautiful," Fang murmured, leaning in so close that his breath landed on Wren's asscheek. "Opening like that for me. I can't wait to see you stretched around my cock. Taking every single inch. Taking my cum."

"I want your cum," Wren blurted, lifting his hips as an offering. "And your knot. Please. Now."

Fang groaned, shoving the plug back in so it ground against Wren's prostate and made him shudder. With his other hand, Fang loosely fondled Wren's cock, his large hand almost swallowing its length. "So hard for me. Your balls are pulled up tight, ready to unload again."

As he spoke, Fang skimmed his fingers over Wren's sensitive parts. He stroked Wren from base to tip, pinching Wren's tip lightly so he jerked in surprise, precum shooting onto Fang's hand. Then he rolled Wren's balls, rubbing his thumb over the underside of his sac.

"I want to taste you," Fang whispered.

He flipped Wren onto his back, pulling out the plug and pushing a bigger one in. Wren felt himself stretch; he panted and clutched at the sheets, moaning at how full he felt.

The new plug wasn't even as big as Fang's cock.

"Please, please," he began, unsure what he was asking.

"Of course." Fang rubbed his hands up and down Wren's body, two heavy points of pressure that took away some of his urgent need. Fang rubbed Wren's chest and tugged on his nipples; he stroked down Wren's sides and cupped his thighs, pushing them open to bare Wren's most vulnerable parts.

"Mine," Fang growled, licking up the seam of Wren's sac. He dragged his lips against Wren's base, then pressed kisses up his cock, to his very tip. Wren had never had anyone this close to his cock before. So it was all a new experience—Fang's soft, wet tongue, his mouth wrapping around Wren's cock like it had around his fingers, except it was a million times better.

Fang took more and more of Wren's cock into his mouth, and a shuddering moan escaped Wren's throat.

"F-fang," Wren cried, his legs trembling as Fang swallowed him down. The heat and pressure of Fang's mouth was almost too much.

Wren came without expecting it, his hips jerking, his body clenching around the plug as his vision went white.

Fang didn't let him rest, though. He held Wren down and grasped the plug, thrusting it roughly so it ground against Wren's prostate.

Wren wheezed, his sensitized body going straight back to the edge. "I d-don't think I can come again!"

"Oh, you can." Fang's pupils almost swallowed his irises. He licked his lips, his face more wolf than human. "You're so tempting. Tempting me to fuck you open right now, unload all my cum into your tight, sweet body."

"Yes, yes, yes." Wren reached down, spreading his cheeks to show Fang his plugged hole. "Please don't make me wait any longer."

An animal sound ripped out of Fang. He began grinding the plug nonstop against Wren's prostate, until Wren thrashed and panted, clawing at the sheets.

"I want to see you come again," Fang growled. His eyes were glowing, his teeth sharp. "Want to ravage your prostate until you can't hold on. After that, you'll be ready for me."

"I-I..." Wren panted, blushing as Fang raked his gaze down his body.

Fang held Wren's legs wide open. He began to thrust the plug deeper, with hard strokes that made Wren shudder. "Shh. No sounds."

Wren couldn't stop his sounds. He couldn't stop the orgasm from hitting him, he couldn't stop his body from clenching as pleasure surged between his legs.

He came with a shout, barely registering the mouth on his, Fang swallowing his sounds as he came all over his chest.

Fang was already pulling away before Wren could process it. He licked his lips and nuzzled Wren's throat, cradling Wren's hips with his hands. "Ready for my cock, Birdie?"

"Yes. Now. Please." Wren tried to lift his hips, only to discover that Fang had pinned him to the bed. Fang smiled dangerously; Wren's heart kicked with anticipation.

"You're so sure," Fang murmured. His hands wandered back to Wren's ass, squeezing his cheeks and spreading them. Then he slipped his fingers down to the plug, grasping it lightly. "Let's see how ready you are."

The plug stretched Wren on its way out. Wren flushed as it left him, more so when Fang leaned back to inspect his hole.

"Mmm." Fang groaned. "You're gaping. So puffy and open, ready for my cock."

Wren's face burned. Without the plug, he felt so empty inside. "Now, now, please."

Fang fitted his thumbs on either side of Wren's entrance, pressing down to stretch his hole further. "You look perfect."

"Please just fuck me."

Fang's smile grew. He unbuttoned his shirt, shoulders flexing as he shrugged out of it. His chest was perfect, nipples dusky, and his abs rippled as he moved. Then he undid his pants and shoved them down, his cock slipping out of his underwear.

Wren moaned. Fang was much longer than the plugs, his cock jutting up thick and hard, flushed with need. "H-how is that going to fit?"

"I'll make it fit." Fang grinned, slowly stroking his length. His precum dripped down his fingers; there was so much of it that Wren was sure it was meant to lubricate the way inside him.

When Fang had kicked off the last of his clothes, he prowled back to Wren, overwhelming in his nakedness. He took Wren's hand and wrapped it around his hot cock.

Wren moaned. He couldn't help it. Fang's cock was so big and heavy, and it would feel amazing inside him, wouldn't it? Wren squeezed and tugged, his ass hurting with how much slick it was making. "Please, please."

Fang grinned, thrusting lightly into Wren's fist. "Please fuck your fist all night? I can do that."

"No! I—I want..." Wren bit his lip, spreading his legs apart as wide as they could go. "Inside."

"Yeah?" Fang whispered breathlessly. "It's going to go into you. Every single inch."

He produced a foil packet from somewhere, ripping it open. And he rolled the condom down his entire length, all of it glistening with lube.

"Ready?" Fang cradled Wren's face, his palms so gentle.

Wren nodded. "I trust you."

Fang's gaze grew even warmer. He leaned in and covered Wren's body with his own. And he pressed soft kisses along Wren's jaw, just behind his ear, before kissing his way down Wren's throat.

At Wren's pulse point, he paused, nuzzling it. Then he closed his mouth around that spot, and sucked.

Wren cried out. He grasped Fang's hair to hold on; he shuddered and tried not to make any sounds. But each bit of suction went straight to his hole, adding to the torment. He bucked his hips and clawed at Fang, soft, needy sounds falling from his lips.

"So good for me, Birdie," Fang whispered. "So ready for my cock."

He pinned Wren's legs open. Then a wet, blunt tip pushed between Wren's cheeks, sliding over his hole. It was so much bigger than the plugs. And Fang pushed, fitting his tip into Wren's hole.

Wren began panting. The plugs had been a tapered length followed by roundness. Instead of that, Fang's cock was thick, sinking hungrily into him.

Nothing else felt this good. Fang's cock pressed deeper; it ground hard against Wren's prostate, and Wren's eyes rolled back.

"Good?" Fang growled, rocking back slightly before he thrust against that sweet spot. Wren moaned.

"S-so much," Wren gasped. "So much cock."

"You're so fucking tight," Fang groaned. He pulled back and sank deeper with each thrust, stretching Wren so sinfully that Wren trembled, precum shooting out of him. "That isn't even half my cock, Birdie."

"Oh, gods," Wren whispered, shuddering when Fang's cock plowed even deeper on the next stroke. "I w-want all of it. Don't go slow."

Fang cursed. He pinned Wren beneath him. Then he pulled back and thrust, and the rest of his cock sank home, stretching Wren completely.

Wren came hard. He couldn't even think; there was so much cock inside him. Fang had one hand covering Wren's mouth, his expression taut with hunger.

"There we go," Fang growled, his voice more animal than man. "Does it feel good? Impaled on my cock like that? Taking every single inch?"

Wren could only nod, his mouth open as he tried to breathe. But the next thrust from Fang rendered him speechless. Fang kept thrusting inside him, his strokes slow and long at first, except they turned shallower and more desperate.

"Fuck, your body's sucking me down," Fang rasped. "Clutching around my cock, begging for my cum."

He fucked in. Wren wheezed. Fang fucked in again. And again. With each thrust, he tore more sounds from Wren's throat, grinding pleasure into Wren's body.

"To think no one's been in here before," Fang groaned. "You take me like you were made for me. I've been waiting all day. I have so much cum stored up for you. Do you feel how heavy my balls are?" He sank in fully, pressing his sac against Wren's ass. "So fucking full. All for you."

"Yes, yes. I want your cum," Wren sobbed. "Now."

Fang swore. He held Wren down and increased the speed of his thrusts, his teeth sharp against Wren's jaw. "I'm going to fill you up, Birdie. Going to make you feel so good with my knot. You want to feel it inside, don't you? It'll make you scream and come so hard. Over and over."

Wren's entire body tightened as he came again, his spine bowing off the bed.

Fang panted. His cock swelled inside Wren; he increased the force of his thrusts, fucking Wren into the mattress so he whimpered and thrashed. Wren came around him again. And again. On impulse, he leaned in and bit Fang on the shoulder.

Fang stiffened and swore, coming with a snarl. He pushed his cock all the way in and held it there, each pulse filling Wren with even more heat. "I'm—going to give you my knot."

Wren nodded eagerly. He felt something stretch inside him—at the base of Fang's cock—swelling wider and wider until it was impossible for Fang to pull out.

"That's it," Fang groaned. "That's how you take my knot."

He made Wren feel so full inside. Fang rolled his hips, grinding his knot against Wren's prostate. Sparks danced through Wren's vision. But Fang didn't stop there. He kept going, pushing his knot against that sweet spot until Wren clawed at him, his mouth falling open as he came again.

From that point on, Wren couldn't think beyond where he and Fang touched. All he knew was Fang's knot sending him over the edge, multiple times, until it all became one never-ending orgasm.

"Good boy," Fang growled in his ear, still moving slow and wickedly against Wren. "Taking my knot and cum. Can you feel how much cum you have inside you?"

Fang slipped his hand between them, cupping Wren's abdomen. Wren panted. He felt so hot, like Fang's cum was seeping into him and warming him from the inside.

That thought was enough to send him into another release.

Fang held him and kissed his hair; he rubbed his palms down Wren's back, hugging him close. "Still feel like a virgin?"

Wren tried to breathe. "No."

"Is this better? Not being a virgin?"

"I love having your cock," Wren blurted, flushing immediately after. "Feels like it belongs there."

"Mmm." Fang's growl deepened; he rolled his hips and continued to massage Wren inside.

Wren came several more times. At one point, he came so hard that he blacked out. He woke to find himself lying on top of Fang, Fang's arms wrapped around him, Fang nosing at his ear.

"So beautiful, Birdie," Fang murmured. "You fit so perfectly in my arms."

Wren squirmed. "I don't know how to answer that."

"It's not something you have to answer. I'm just saying it like it is." Fang smiled up at him, and there was nothing in his gaze but warmth and care.

It felt like... a lot more than sex.

Wren's heart tumbled. He wasn't sure what to say. He didn't have much compared to Fang. Everything made him anxious. He had a baby and no job. Fang was just... helping him with his heat.

For all he knew, Fang would drive him and his things back to Cartfalls, and they would never see each other ever again.

I don't have anything to offer him.

"Hey," Fang said softly. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," Wren lied.

"I can hear your heart." Fang pressed his hand against Wren's chest, right over where his heart was. Wren damn near melted under his touch. "Something's bothering you."

"Just—Just thinking about when we go back to Cartfalls," Wren blurted.

Fang looked into his eyes. "What do you want, Birdie?"

Wren ducked his head, only for his attention to snag on Fang's mouth.

Something prickled at the back of his mind. Those lips...

Those lips had been on his, hadn't they? When Fang tried to keep Wren quiet and his hands had been full.

Wren blushed furiously.

It wasn't a kiss. But... It kind of was? Their mouths had touched. And Wren hadn't even been coherent enough to savor it. Disappointment coated his insides like tar.

"Birdie. Tell me what you're thinking."

Wren shook his head, his face growing hotter. There was no way he could just... ask Fang for a kiss. Fang didn't feel the same way.

His mouth betrayed him. "It wasn't a kiss."

Fang frowned. "What wasn't...?"

"Nothing."

Fang's gaze turned inward, as though he was going over everything they'd just done. He looked up sharply. "That... No, that wasn't a kiss."

Wren's shoulders sagged.

Except those large hands cupped his face, turning him so Wren was forced to look at Fang again.

"Birdie," Fang murmured. "Would you like me to kiss you?"