12. Thoren

Chapter twelve

Thoren

(Monster fuckers for the win)

I 'm choosing to be flattered that my natural form is his preference, and I'm not going to wait too long and give him a chance to change his mind.

Ugh.

My own fucking brain makes me feel like a creep every time I think about this man.

Possessive- check

Dubious consent- check

All I need is the touch-him-and-die trope, and I'll have the whole trifecta—

Shit.

I definitely had the immediate reaction to kill Walker when I saw him naked. If there hadn't been three tables between him and Dec when I walked in, he'd be a bloody mess on the floor right now. He summoned me to the basement probably as soon as Dec walked in, and I was still blinded for a moment by the fact he was naked with my Dec.

I'm the worst, and there is something wrong with me. And I still fit myself into my human disguise, step out of the elevator, and throw this beautiful man over my shoulder. He yelps when I smack his perfect ass, and I stalk straight to my room. I kick the door closed behind me and toss him onto my bed, letting the disguise melt away and fitting myself back into my natural state.

I shake my wings out and Dec's big brown eyes completely blow out. He sucks in a breath, freezing in place like he can't move as long as he's looking at me. Considering that my own species thinks I'm one of the ugly ones, it's more than a little flattering. I run my hands up his legs, appreciating the way he looks at me like I'm the only thing in his world right now. "Unless you want Uncle to replace your pants, I suggest unclasping them."

My instruction is met with a look of confusion. "What?"

I lift my hand and wave my claws at him. "These are useful for a great many things, including ripping the clothes off your body." I prefer to have consent for such raw expressions of my desire, but I don't want to scare him, so that's a conversation that can wait for—

"Do it," he breathes, slack-jawed as he takes in the sharp points of my claws.

"Fuck," I hiss, as absolute delight fills me from the end of my tail to tips of my wings.

I grasp the front of his pants and rip them open, shredding them with claws meant for eviscerating my prey. I toss the scraps of fabric away and stop in awe at the delicious view of a pair of satin gray lace panties that match my skin tone almost perfectly. They're so perfect, it's almost like he knew I'd be seeing these.

"Fuck." The word slips out again as I press my face into his crotch to explore the texture of the lace with my lips. I lick through the fabric to the hard cock under it, running my tongue over him and grumbling my approval when he whimpers in pleasure, the scent of his arousal thickening until it's nearly its own entity.

"Thoren. Please." Dec's strangled voice vibrates through my soul, and I growl in response.

I run my hands up his body, lifting my head to watch as I rip his shirt and jacket off, shredding them with as much raw need as I did his pants. As soon as his soft, pliant body is exposed to me, I push his arms above his head and pin them there with the small, clawed hands at the apex of my wings.

"Omigod, you have two pairs of hands," he gasps, bucking his hips and rubbing his cock on whatever part of me he reaches.

Fuck, he's intense. "Yes, my wings are arms adapted for flight."

Dec's eyes roll back and he groans, grinding his dick up on me again. "Fuck. I'm so fucking lucky."

Fairly certain I'm the lucky one here.

I pull back enough to manipulate his body, flipping him over without losing my grip on his wrists, they're now crossed above his head, but I've got a gorgeous view of his ass covered in lacy gray silk. My favorite word slips between my lips again as I place both hands on those luscious globes, kneading them through the silk. I don't want to destroy his panties, but my claws catch on the fabric and tragically rip them. I hate what I've done, but I love the way the ripped fabric declares in no uncertain terms that this ass belongs to me.

"Mine," I growl, leaning down to bite.

Dec yelps and groans and pushes his ass into the bite.

My sharp teeth break through the lace, and the taste of his blood sends what little sense I have scurrying away, awakening the savage beast within. I rip the fabric down the middle seam and bury my face in his ass, swiping my long, split tongue over his furled pink hole.

Dec rears up, trapped by my hands keeping his wrists and ass in place. "Holy shit! What is that?"

In reply, I split my tongue and lick him from the top and bottom of his ass, meeting in the middle at his hole and alternately drilling into that puckered bud with each fork.

"What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck...fuck, fuck—yesssss," he hisses as he finally relaxes enough to let one of my splits through that tight little gateway.

I fuck that half of my tongue in and out of his hole as I lick around the outside with the other half. His response is everything. He whimpers, shouts, groans, and whines. He tries to buck up and grind down, struggles against my hold on his wrist, and kicks his legs like he can't stop himself. When I lick over his p-spot, he's so far gone, I don't think there's a single thought left in that pretty little head except the one word that keeps falling out of his mouth, "Yes. Yes. Yes," like a holy chant.

I work him over, using pressure until I can slide both forks of my tongue into that precious ass. He groans with the intrusion, but there's no sign of distress, and his little gland swells up like he's on the edge, so I let up on the stimulation, easing out of him slowly. His entire body goes lax as I pull my tongue out of his ass, licking that gaping, wet hole a few more times.

Delicately, to make sure I don't prick him with my claws, I knead his wide ass again, spreading his hole open to watch it wink at me. My cock is so hard and so desperate to be inside him, but I need to make sure that he's ready and able.

"You ready for more?" The words grind out of me like I've given in to my stone form, and it feels like parts of me have. It's my natural resting state, and as fulfilled as I feel right now, it's no surprise parts of me have gone stone.

Dec moans his approval. "Uh huh. More."

Fuck, he's cute. Sexy. Mine.

Fuck.

I sit up, pulling the tie on my loincloth and tossing it aside. My cock rests in the crook of his ass, a monster snake nestled in the valley where it belongs. It looks so good against his pale cheeks that a pulse of arousal jumps through me and a spurt of viscous precum jets out of my breeding slit. I squeeze my shaft to get the rest of the liquid out and wipe it up, coating my cock in the slick.

I rub the tip of my dick over his hole. Spreading it wide, I watch it gape, and the shot of desire that hits me causes my dick to spurt more of my natural slick over that pretty little hole and into it to prepare him for taking my girthy cock. I've never seen a hole so small, but I know humans can take a lot of dick if they're cared for.

"Thoren. Get in me," Dec complains, pressing up with his ass.

"I am, sweetness," I promise, pressing the head of my dick into that tiny little hole.

Dec gasps and pushes back, but I withdraw to keep him from taking me too fast. His hole is as prepared as it can be right now, but that doesn't mean we're going to rush. The tension of the wait is as delicious as his entire ass. The sound of his complaint when I don't give him what he's after causes my dick to jerk and another spurt of precum to douse his hole.

I press in again and withdraw, over and over, until with a little pop, his ass sucks me in like he's been waiting for me his whole life. Dec's noises grow in volume as I push into him ever so slowly. He struggles to get the leverage to make me take him faster, but when he gets to the thick flared ridge at the center of my cock, he stills, going completely lax as that flare spreads him almost more than I think is possible. Somehow, his hole relaxes and welcomes me in past the flare and all the way to the root.

"Please move," Dec begs, turning as much as he can to glare at me like I've somehow offended him by caring about his ass.

I lean to the side, desperate to move like he wants, but I'm also going to make a few things clear to my little bunny. "I will take care of your ass because I intend to spend as much time as possible in it. I take care of my toys, sweetness, and my little monster fucker is a very good toy, isn't he?"

Dec stares at me, open-mouthed and silent, but his head bobs up and down. I reward him with a slow pump of my hips, and his voice finds a way out on a loud, beautiful moan.

"Good toy," I praise him as I find a slow rhythm that teases us both with friction that's almost but not quite enough.

His reactions are beautiful, and I would watch him all day, but the sight of my cock disappearing into his ass and the way it pulls when I hit the flare is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. The contrast of our coloring is mesmerizing. My cock is a gray so dark it's almost black, and his lily white ass is so perfectly smooth that it's like dipping my stick in pure cream. My heart races at the sight and my body fully contracts as it readies to go off. My rhythm increases by measures until I'm pounding into his ass like an accelerating piston engine.

I rip the shreds of Dec's underwear off him as his voice gains volume. I increase my speed, aiming for his pleasure zone until, at the crescendo of his song, he cries out, pulsing around my cock and setting off an explosion of pleasure inside me that builds from my chest outward, down to my lower belly and into my balls. A wave of pressure builds in my sac, hammering with the beat of my pulse until it finally cracks open the stone passage inside me, and I spill inside my Dec, filling him up with the flood of my crevele .

Panting as the last of my crevele leaves my body, I hunch as my body contracts again to make sure I've emptied my sac completely. Two more contractions and the flared ridge deflates, allowing me to pull out of Dec with ease. I release the hold I kept on him, gathering him into my arms, lying on my back with him atop me, and wrapping my wings around us both in a comforting cocoon of darkness.

I snake my tail up and around his leg, pressing the tip of it into his entrance to plug my crevele inside him. He's not a breedable partner—unless rabbit shifters have different biology to humans—but my instincts need him to keep my crevele in him so he can absorb as much as possible and use what remains.

As soon as he's plugged, his body goes limp and his breathing evens out. Knowing he sleeps in safety, I close my eyes and give in to the beauty of a post-coital nap.