Page 89 of Mortis

Then everything.

Cum burst from my dick in thick ropes, so forcefully that my balls ached as they emptied. Kael released my neck, immediately lapping at the blood pouring from the wounds with feral grunts and groans.

“Treasure,” he murmured between licks. “My treasure. My Teddy.”

His hips never stopped. He continued thrusting upwards, pounding against the bundle of nerves. Despite having just come, I hadn’t softened at all. I should’ve been oversensitive. I should’ve been begging him to stop.

Instead, somehow, almost impossibly, my pleasure kept climbing.

My body grew heavy in Kael’s hold, and I’d never been more grateful for his supernatural strength. I didn’t have to move. Christ, I barely had to think. Kael held me as he destroyed me, licking the blood from my neck before trailing kisses towards my shoulder.

Then his mouth opened.

And his teeth sank into me again.

“Kael!”

I screamed as my hips bucked. More cum burst from my slit as though I hadn’t just blown my load literally seconds ago. It was like I couldn’t stop. First it had been tears, now it was cum.

At this rate, I’d need an IV of electrolytes to replace all the fluid I was losing.

Kael sucked at my sensitive skin, and my hands flew to his horns, gripping them tightly in my fists. I stroked my hands up and down their ridged lengths, mimicking the motion I’d use on his prick, and Kael’s entire body tensed beneath me.

His hips bucked upwards once. Twice. Three times. Then he stopped. Burying himself as deep as he could when I felt the warmth of his release flooding my insides, every bit as hot as the rest of him. The otherworldly sensation dragged another groan from my throat, and one final, pathetic stream of cum spurted from my tip, joining the rest of the mess coating his stomach.

Kael lapped up the last traces of blood on my skin before flopping back against the headboard. I collapsed against his chest, completely boneless. His heart thundered beneath my ear, my head rising and falling with each deep breath he took. His arms wrapped around me and squeezed. I hummed contentedly, far too exhausted to return the affection with anything resembling words. I still couldn’t feel my limbs.

I guess that’s what people meant by getting their back blown out.

“Did I hurt you?” Kael asked, burying his face in my hair.

I shook my head.

Then nodded.

Then shook it again.

“Only in the best way,” I slurred with a lazy smile.

Kael huffed a quiet laugh, and I moaned weakly when his softening prick shifted inside me, dragging against my oversensitive prostate. My hole twitched around his length, and his cum leaked out, dripping down into his fur.

We both needed a shower. Maybe even a jet wash. But I was too exhausted to move.

“I think you fucked me into a coma,” I mumbled, my eyelids beginning to droop.

Kael ran his fingers through my hair, and I nuzzled deeper into his pec.

“I will carry you around for the rest of the evening,” he replied with complete sincerity.

A tired giggle escaped me. I was about to suggest he start by carrying me to the bathroom so we could wash when a loud knock sounded against the bedroom door.

I jolted upright, immediately regretting it when my already sore head started spinning. I stifled a whimper as Kael’s cock slipped from my sensitive hole, followed by an obscene amount of cum.

“Sounds like you’re feeling better.”

Shit.

How long had Arlo been home?