Nikola’s POV

A dream within a dream. That’s what waking to Hagen feels like.

It’s almost too perfect with the early morning light pouring in from the ancient windows, illuminating our reflection in the opposing mirror in its near-angelic lighting. It’s not the full image— only our torsos are on display— but I can see our hands still intertwined, and how Hagen’s body remains affixed to mine. We’re joined in every possible way, glued together, but that’s not even the most harrowing thing. It’s the fact that just as tightly as I cling to Hagen, he clings to me.

For a moment, for a very long moment, I simply stare at our reflection. I don’t move, too terrified of shattering such a beautiful thing to risk it, but I have to breathe. That slight movement scares me too until I watch our breaths come and go together. We breathe concurrently, chests rising and falling in perfect succession, so perfectly tuned.

Hagen was mine. Truly.

This was neither fantasy, nor fiction. This was not a fleeting affair or a moment of peace found as we wafted through our past to find our future. This was real.

Hagen was mine.

My eyes fall shut as I sink into the crook of his neck. It only takes one inhale from my body to unwind, relaxing as my lungs fill with the calming spray of saltwater on the wind. It almost sends me back to sleep, but why would I want to return there when this was my reality?

There was a period of my life when I used to prefer being asleep.

To be specific, it was the majority of the year when I was eight years old. That year, my parents struggled more than ever to get me to do anything, because whenever I saw the opportunity for it, I would seek slumber out.

It was an escapism. Though my life was wonderful in a large number of ways, there was one bad thing— terrible really— that remained ever-present, and that was the fact that Hagen hated me.

It was one grievance in the grand scheme of things, but it was Hagen, and that made it everything. So I slept, because at least in my dreams, I could pretend that he did not hate me.

I imagined varying lifetimes together, ones where he never pushed me away, and we remained friends who only grew closer as the years passed. I imagined others where he was the one who loved me too much and would be as incurably captivated as I was. I also imagined ones where one day, somehow, we’d be friends again— before mates, before linkers— just friends.

Those dreams were the ones that hurt the most because when I inevitably awoke, as all creatures were forced to do, and found it had only been a dream… it felt far closer to a nightmare than anything.

It’s different now, though. Sleep seems like a punishment when even the best of my dreams are a disappointing echo of reality.

Here, Hagen slept soundly beneath me with his mouth wide open and his expression comically blank. I feel my lips pull into a smile as I part the hair from his temple so that I can press my lips to the skin there. Like this, he was a stark contrast to what he’d been the night prior.

My smile spreads as I recall it— Hagen’s squirming, his blind allegiance to mirror my every step, his frustration at being denied, and then his eagerness at being handled. I thought I knew everything about my mate— every nuance and hidden version— but I’d been wrong.

An unchecked Hagen was like nothing I’d ever imagined.

He was as abrasive as he was honest, as shameless as he could be, boyish and as loving as he was stubborn. He was everything I ever wanted, even before I knew what I needed in a man grown, and in the face of it, my love only grew to know him.

“You sleep, lost in the depths of your dreams,” I whisper while I spread a hand over Hagen’s chest, settling it right over his heart so I can feel every mighty beat while I stare at him. “Completely unaware of how you’ve brought mine to life with your company alone.”

Unshackled love whirls inside of me as I greedily caress every inch of Hagen’s open skin that I can. I was allowed to now— I could watch my mate as much as I wanted, and be greedy with him, with the knowledge that it would not upset him anymore.

I’d live inside you if I could.

Never could I have ever imagined that one of my most deranged thoughts would be spoken from his lips, but they had, because somewhere along the line, Hagen had become as desperate for my attention as I’d always been to have his.

Hagen loved me just as madly as I loved him.

My smile remains fixed on my lips while my fingers rove over Hagen’s face. I touch every inch of it.

I touch his cheeks, his ears, trace the perimeters of his lashes and outline his eyebrows. I brush my fingers over his nose next, managing to follow the straight line that leads to the tip before Hagen’s brows wrinkle a little. He shifts, turning his head away, but I follow, not inclined to stop just yet.

Tilting his head back towards me, I thumb his lips, pressing against them until a soft sound slips from out when I dip the tip of the digit inside. Hagen doesn’t shift away this time, but his frown remains as I continue to play with him until he groans in frustration.

“Wake up if you want me to stop,” I whisper as he shivers as if his soul couldn’t stand to be caged within his own skin while mine was awake. I slip my knee over one of his to stop any movement, but it only intensifies the climbing scent of his arousal.

Since Hagen had begun his blindly charged pursuit of me, I’d come to know just how deep his body’s arousal truly went. All these months and I’d only had a fraction of what was hidden inside of him.

Hagen’s arousal crested quickly, always in response to mine, and it left him shameless when he accepted it. Even when he tried to hide it, I could scent his arousal like it was my own. That arousal rises high now, slipping itself beneath my veins and bringing my body to life as a pulse of lust streams into my limbs.

Dipping low, I lather his skin with more kisses, pressing them to his neck, along his collarbone, over his shoulders and the edge of his chest, each one special in its own way while my hand travels lower, moving all over his body.

I feel his breath hitch as he slowly rouses and draws back only to watch the show.

Hagen’s eyes part with some effort, already filled with annoyance at being awoken. He grumbles a curse on his yawn, rubbing at his eyes until he manages to squint through them in search of the disturber of his sleep.

When he finds it to be me, the anger washes away in a heartbeat. In a sequence I almost can’t believe, I watch as Hagen’s sleepy eyes brighten and his frown morphs into a smile.

“Nik,” he whispers with something akin to awe as he opens his arms, and it is my undoing.

I plunge into Hagen’s embrace, kissing his cheek again, and then all over his face until he’s giggling against me. Each soft chuckle shoots dopamine into my heart, encouraging me to never stop, if only to hear the sound again.

“I missed you,” I confess as I let myself splay over him.

Hagen rubs his cheek against me, his hands massaging perfect circles over my back. “Missed me how? I’m right here.”

“You were asleep,” I reply.

Hagen snorts slightly as his fingers sink into my hair and scratch at my scalp until I’ve melted into him, “That must’ve been hell.”

I can’t reply. His fingers feel too good in my hair, and his body too perfect beneath mine.

Hagen and I had never been so physical, but there was always caution applied to our intimacy and that took away the space for natural occurrences like this. I held Hagen whenever I could, but I could only recall him doing the same once before, and I’d spent the entire duration of it worrying about when he’d pull away. But as Hagen held me now, there was no timer.

There was only Hagen and his love, and it’s all for me.

“Nik?”

My eyes pop open as I’m reclaimed from the oasis of Hagen. Some time must’ve passed because when I meet Hagen’s gaze next, he looks far more composed.

“You didn’t hear me, did you?” He asks. I shake my head, and he smiles again. “I asked how you slept?”

“Good,” I mumble as Hagen slides a hand down, settling it over my heart just as I had to his. My heart propels itself at full force at the touch as if aching to fill his palm properly.

“Just good?” Hagen teases.

“Very good,” I correct once I remember myself. “Very good. What about you?”

“Great,” he answers with a smile that’s too radiant— ‘too’ because it threatens to never allow my heart to find its proper rhythm. “I usually toss around a whole lot, but with you…” his gaze shifts between mine, “…I want that always, too.”

My heart hammers against Hagen’s palm, beating faster and harder, but Hagen’s soon catches up. I stare at him, transfixed, and somehow, in this dream inside a dream, he does the same.

Eyes glowing, Hagen leans closer, almost closing the space between us before he stills and draws back with sudden vigilance.

“What is it?” I ask as he pushes at my chest until he’s able to duck under my arm and slide from the bed.

“We need to brush our teeth,” he declares while pulling me upright until I finally stand, allowing him to drag me into the bathroom.

I frown down at him as he hastily grabs our toothbrushes. There was nothing wrong with brushing our teeth first thing in the morning, but I’d never known Hagen to be so eager about his hygiene.

That being said, I wasn’t going to persuade him away from developing good hygiene practices, so while Hagen brushes his teeth with far too much vigour, I take care of mine. All the while, Hagen stares at me, shifting so much from foot to foot that he’s almost jumping on them.

I watch the energetic show with confusion until I’ve finished rinsing and deposited my brush in its rightful home. Hagen is quick to follow suit, though he moves as if there’s a fire at his back.

“Hagen,” I start when he finishes drying his mouth, but his name from my lips is the only word he allows before he pulls me down into a kiss.

My eyes widen as Hagen releases a sated groan and loops his arms around my neck. The world blots out into nothing as he kisses me with small pecks, and then more seeking ones as he presses our bodies together. It sends an electric current racing up my spine as I stand there idly, too stunned to move.

“Nik,” he groans as he pulls back with a huff. “Kiss me back.”

I can’t make sense of Hagen’s actions, but the sweet plea from his lips makes me wonder why I’m trying.

Eyes closing, I slide my arms around my mate and delve into the kiss gifted to me. Hagen tilts his head to the side with another groan as he pushes up onto his toes. He offers himself in full to me, and I claim him greedily.

We move in sync, lips searching as we kiss with a shared eagerness that feels almost juvenile. We’d kissed many times before, but this was different.

This felt new, like there was a sheen removed that had filtered things before. As I kiss Hagen now, I feel as tentative as I do sure, and my nerves match my excitement.

It’s like a first kiss, only there’s nothing innocent about this.

Hagen’s fingers claw at my shoulders as I press him backwards, forcing his hips to meet the counter’s edge. I cage him against it and he moans as I tilt his head up so that I can have more. He parts his lips, letting our tongues meet in a fervent embrace that claims a moan from us both.

He tastes like mint and a love that knows me.

Taking his face in my hands, I hold him close as I kiss him with everything I have. Hagen lets me.

Hagen, my Hagen. My Hagen.

We part only when air demands it and leaves us panting after it. I rest my head against Hagen’s while I try to fill my lungs, but it’s a hard task when his scent surrounds me.

It takes me far too long to open my eyes, but when I do, I find Hagen already watching me through his lashes.

He was always watching me now.

“Sorry… sorry for dragging you out of bed,” he says in between gasps as his hands find my hips to keep me pressed against him. “I just… I really, really needed that.”

Hagen rests his head against my chest, settling his breath again as if he hadn’t just obliterated any chance of me doing the same.

He wanted to kiss me. When he’d rushed me out of bed and forced us here, it was because he wanted to kiss me and he understood me well enough to know what I’d need first.

I stare numbly at our reflections, at Hagen slumped against me, hugging me— keeping me— and as the weight of his actions begin to sink in, fierce need engulfs the numbness. My cock thickens.

Hagen sucks in a small breath as my magic forces him back so that I can duck low enough to suck the skin beneath his jaw between my lips.

A stunned whimper escapes him as he hastily clutches onto me. His fingers digs into my skin, making my cock pulse as it fills quickly.

“Nik?” Hagen murmurs. He sounds confused, as though he wasn’t the one to do this to me.

While I feast on the plains of skin before me, I let my magic rove over his body, touching him where I couldn’t. Hagen shivers beneath the assault, and once I add teeth, his arousal floods the air.

These weren’t loving kisses. These were marks of my claim I wanted to see when I was done.

“Nik,” Hagen whispers breathlessly as I tug him in by his hips and force him to grind his length against me. “Nik!”

I travel down his neck, finding his scent glands and sucking on the sensitive skin until his cock jerks insistently against my leg.

“Nikola!” He moans, and it’s like a batter to my mind.

Hoisting Hagen up onto the counter, I abandon his skin and seize his surprised yelp with my lips as I kiss him again. Hagen welcomes me. Craning his head back, he spreads his legs wide and pulls me in by my ass.

There’s a fire between us, one that had started the night prior and roared hot now as we stoked the flames.

“Do you remember what I told you last night?” I ask between kisses while my fingers slip beneath the waistband of his underwear.

“You… you—” Hagen pants with effort. I wait and watch as a shudder runs through his entire body when my hand wraps around his cock. “Angh— Goddess!”

“Hagen,” I coax, and he nods quickly, remembering himself.

“You said… that you’d… make it up to me.”

“For what?” I ask with the intention of watching Hagen try to answer, but as his cheeks pinken and he bites into his bottom lip, I forget that ploy entirely. “Stop that,” I demand, and he immediately lets it go, even before he seems to understand what I mean.

Hagen blinks, his narrowed gaze innocently confused, but I can feel the way his cock hardens within my palm.

A wave of lust rushes through me, weakening my legs. “I don’t want you biting your lip.”

His frown deepens a little, “You do it all the time.”

“Because it’s mine,” I reply as I give his cock a slight squeeze that makes his attention fade a little. “I don’t want you doing it.”

“…okay,” he whispers after a moment, and my hearing seems to wane in one ear.

“Okay?” I echo, the word sounding like it’s scraping over gravel on its way out.

“I said okay!” Hagen bites out with a sharp glare that only stokes my arousal.

I hum and smile as I watch Hagen’s annoyance crumble the moment I slide my thumb over his slick tip. Then his hips are shifting up in encouragement while his breaths pick up again.

“Now,” I breathe as I give him a slow, firm stroke that makes him whimper. “What am I meant to be making up for?”

Hagen swallows, claiming several breaths as he stares at the hand moving between his legs. Long moments pass before he gets the words out, “For getting me… worked up last night… and not— ungh! — and not… taking care of it then.”

“Mhmm,” I agree as I nuzzle his cheek, shivering at the slight stubble that scratches my skin. “I’m going to make up for it now, Hagen, and because we woke up so early, I have a lot of time to do so… several times over. Would you like that?”

Hagen hastily nods his head, his gaze flashing with his anticipation, but I couldn’t give him what he needed with a dry palm.

Releasing his cock, I smile a little at the way he whines in frustration. He glares at me again, about to snap, but that’s before his eyes zone in on the hand I’ve settled just below his mouth.

I don’t speak, wanting to watch him figure it out. Hagen does so quickly, surprise flickering through his eyes before his neck steadily becomes engulfed with heat.

Hagen shifts, but there’s nowhere to go with me between his legs. He seems to recognise that, and it makes him shiver a little.

I wait patiently because I know he’s embarrassed and a little uncomfortable, but I also know how desperately he wants this. I can smell it through all the pheromones pouring out of him.

Leaning forward, Hagen’s eyes dart erratically between my watchful gaze and my hand, before he carefully spits into my palm.

“As much as you can give me,” I instruct with my gaze on him and only him.

Hagen’s cheeks flare as he takes a moment to gather more before he spits again. A trail follows his lips this time, but I clear it quickly with the edge of my palm. Hagen melts at the touch as his gaze grows hazy, and his cock twitches between us.

My cock aches like my tightening balls as Hagen stares at me, quietly seeking approval. I want to grant it to him desperately, but I hold the praise on my tongue so I can deliver it when he’s at the height of his pleasure.

Hagen’s shoulders dip marginally when my lips remain closed, a sight that hurts, but I force myself not to give in. Instead, I take his cock back in hand, smearing his saliva over every inch of his length before I start to stroke him.

“Oh, Goddess,” Hagen weeps as his head falls back and meets the mirrored wall. I keep the strokes gentle but firm, focusing on the inches just below his leaking tip. “Oh Goddess! Ngh! F-Fuck!”

By the plains, how I’d missed how loud he was for me.

Hagen thrusts into my hand, his chest heaving with each breath, and he moans. He calls my name, curses and squirms until my magic locks him back down against the counter. I leave only his legs free. I liked watching them shake.

While Hagen’s pleasure mounts, I stare down at him, transfixed by the beautiful image he made open and as vulnerable as he was, with his long legs spread around mine and his chest bare. There was only his underwear that I remove with a thought, and then, Hagen was alluringly naked and undeniably desperate for me.

Hagen did not have much hair on him. Despite the hair nestled around his cock and under his armpits, the remainder was sparse where it was littered up to his belly button. Even so, his body was undeniably masculine, with quietly toned muscles beneath his stomach and a firm chest topped only by two now-hard nipples.

I dip down to suck one between my lips.

“Unh!” Hagen cries out, arching beneath me in an offering. “Angh! Oh Goddess!”

I slide a hand beneath his back, keeping him pressed against me as I bite down and twist my fist on the next stroke.

“N-Nik!” Hagen whimpers as he tries to close his legs when they begin to quiver. They can’t with me between them, so they tremble at my sides, much to my delight. “Fuck!”

I suck Hagen’s sensitive nub before circling it with my tongue, and as Hagen whines, I revel in each jerk it coaxes out of my mate.

“I’m already… I’m… s-shit!”

“You’re already what?” I ask as I free his nipple to meet his slitted gaze.

Hagen shakes his head, looking unfairly bashful as he bites his lips. My gaze sharpens, and he frees it with a whimper.

“You’re already what, Hagen?” I repeat as I twist my fist over his wet head.

Hagen tenses as his thrusts become slightly erratic, “Nik.”

“Hagen,” I speak his name with a chaste kiss on his lips.

“It’s too soon!” He exclaims with a soft cry, his body vibrating with his rising pleasure. “I-I’m already close.”

Oh, what a gift he was.

“That’s a good thing, Hagen,” I dismiss as I lick a path along the seam of his lips. “That means I get to make you cum again.”

Hagen’s eyes cloud with lust as my words wash over him. Like a moving painting, I watch as Hagen’s muscles tighten beneath his skin, and his body strains beneath me and my magic. I smell his arousal teeming in his veins and feel his cock hardening in my palm.

He’s close, so very close, but I wait, watching carefully for the final moments before his climax.

“Nik,” Hagen sniffles, his eyes finding mine, even now.

“It’s alright,” I promise as I lean over him, clouding him with my body and scent. “You can do it.” Hagen’s eyes hold mine, seeking, and I smile as I give him what he needs, “Cum for me, pup.”

With tears and a watery smile, Hagen reaches his orgasm and cums. I watch it all, memorising every second as he cries out my name and cums for me. It goes everywhere, spilling over my palm and onto his stomach while I stroke him through it.

I find his lips, kissing him gently while I shower him with all the praise I’d withheld.

“That’s it, Hagen. That’s it,” I whisper for him. “You are such a good boy. You’re so good for me, pup.”

A beautiful set of sobs slip from Hagen as his legs shake, and fresh cum spills from his cock, a second orgasm taking him by storm.

I groan at the sight, quickening my strokes as he drenches my fist and clings so tightly to me that his nails dig into my skin. Finding his lips again, I kiss Hagen desperately, becoming lost within my lust in the face of his.

I consume him whole, kissing him until his lips are swollen and the only sounds I know are his.

Hagen twitches all over as the orgasm recedes, but I keep stroking him, keeping him perfectly hard for me until his shaking hands press against my wrist. I stop only then and let him breathe, but I keep his cock in hand while I survey him.

Groaning, I collect a drop of his cum that had landed on my chest with my free hand. I bring it to my lips and lick clean the proof of his pleasure. My mind rattles within its confines as his cum travels down my throat, sparking a suddenly incessant urge to clean him with my tongue.

“Nik,” Hagen calls, forcing my gaze to his awaiting one before I can sink to my knees. He looks a little worried as he sees the mess he’s made, “I… I—”

“Did exactly what you were supposed to,” I finish with another kiss. “You came, just like I told you to.”

Hagen’s gaze shifts away from mine, but he nods. I recognise his embarrassment, knowing it for what it was, but he doesn’t run or pull away. He was adjusting, and watching him do so was a treat in itself.

“Now, I’m going to clean you up,” I inform, which reclaims his attention while I push his legs back and force him to cave against the wall. Another groan tumbles from my chest as I scan all the cum between his legs, “Such a good boy.”

Hagen’s cock twitches as my magic binds his thighs against his chest, and once he’s exactly how I want him, I take his cock down to the back of my throat.

Hagen’s hands claw at my hair as he sucks in a desperate breath and moans. It’s such a sweet sound, so wrecked that I want more, so I tighten my lips as I draw back and then swallow him down again.

“Nikola…” My name sounds like a song from his lips, one made with reverence as Hagen stares down at me between his legs.

I suck his cock to the root four times before I free it to lap up the cum around it. Hagen’s moans debase to breathless gasps and he twitches and trembles at each sensitive spot my tongue slides over.

I clean him as promised, moving lower to his balls that tighten between my lips, but I stop just beneath.

Hagen’s taint and hole were wet with his cum too. My mouth waters as blood pounds in my ears. Instincts demand I claim him there too, but I hesitate.

The last time I’d paid attention to him there, what followed after had torn us apart.

I glance up, meeting Hagen’s watchful eyes. They’re wide now as his chest heaves. I can taste his nervousness in the air, but he doesn’t move or make a sound.

It was too soon.

I move back up, or try to.

“No!” Hagen whines as he tightens his grasp on my hair. “No! Please… please do it.”

“Hagen,” I warn, trying to keep my voice gentle, but it’s rasped with my arousal.

“I want it,” he argues against his hammering heart. “I want it. I won’t freak out. I promise.”

I stare at Hagen, trying to work out the truth outside of our lust.

Hagen’s lip juts out, trembling like he’s about to cry, “Please. Nikola, I want it.”

I press a hand against my cock to stave off the blinding arousal that climbs inside of me like a tidal wave. Hagen didn’t know what he was doing to me, begging like this with his legs wide open and his hole right in front of me.

“Tell me what I have to do,” he continues quickly. “I’ll do it.”

My mind whites out, forgetting all ploys of being measured in this, and all that’s left is the desire.

“Hold your legs open yourself,” I state on the edge of a growl. “If you really want this, I’ll remove my magic, and you’ll be the one to hold yourself open for me.”

I hear Hagen’s heart stutter, dropping first before it races ahead with a new tune. Hagen squirms, his cock leaking, and I clench my jaw tight.

“O-Okay,” he mumbles as he slowly releases the tight hold he has on my hair.

I watch closely, like a predator, as Hagen’s trembling fingers slip under his thighs and hold his spread legs open. I retract my magic’s greedy grasp of him and his fingers immediately dig in, tightening as he hoists both legs up and keeps himself open for me.

“Dear Gods,” I groan breathlessly as I try to commit this image to memory.

Hagen’s face heats but he doesn’t look away. He watches me with swollen nipples and a wet hole that clenches, beckoning me for a taste.

“Now say it,” I instruct while I rub my cock with my palm. “Say exactly what you want, Hagen.”

I’m pushing him, I know that. It might be too far, too much too quickly, but I need to hear it.

I need to hear what he wants spoken from his lips.

Hagen’s blush rises up to his ears, but he doesn’t back down. He takes a deep breath and answers me.

“I want… I-I want you to lick my hole,” he manages shakily, his heart beating so fast, I can see it against his chest. “P-Please lick my hole, Nikola.”

It feels like a denotation, the way he breaks me.

Stooping down, I sink between Hagen’s legs and swipe my tongue over his hole with a deep groan. Hagen jerks but moans as I lap at his hole, first cleaning the cum there and then feasting on the tight opening with no restraint. I don’t push in, only licking and savouring as I spread his cheeks open for more.

“Oh! Oh Goddess! Oh Goddess!” Hagen chants as his hole twitches against my tongue. “Nik… Nik, ugh! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop! It… it f-feels so good!”

My canines drop, making it harder to lick him, and Hagen whines until I drag my tongue up and over his taint.

“Nik!” He screams, his body trembling and his cock leaking all over as I lap at his favourite place.

I suck on the skin, growling as my mind grows heavy in the depths of his arousal. It was strongest here. There was only Hagen and his scent, and the more I claimed, the deeper his spell sank.

Moving back down to his hole, I lick Hagen just as he’d asked and press my thumb against his taint to get him to his next orgasm.

Hagen writhes above me, toes curled while drool slips past his parted lips. He was a wreck, and I was nowhere near done with him yet.

Tonguing Hagen, I watch as his orgasm climbs inside of him. It’s slow, swelling like a cresting storm that’s about to break.

“Nik,” he whimpers, almost scared.

“I want it,” I tell him while I press down on his taint. “I want it, so give it to me.”

Hagen’s eyes roll and there he is, running over the edge just for me. He cums again, but not from his cock. It spills a little, but his orgasm is inside of him.

I can feel it against my tongue, in my veins, in our bond that seems to crumble at the foundations, and the wave crashes, and Hagen’s pleasure floods in.

I lick Hagen’s rim until the wave recedes and he’s left trembling. He’s already clawing for me before I stand and crash my lips into his.

As his legs fall, I hoist Hagen back up while I kiss him, letting him taste himself on my tongue.

“So good,” I praise against his lips. “You were so good, pup.”

Hagen whines for me as his fingers dig into my waist to grind me against him.

“Yours,” he demands between kisses as my cock rubs against his hole. “Want yours next, Nik! Please!”

My knees nearly buckle but I keep myself standing as I nod against Hagen. I needed to cum, desperately, and I wanted him to take me there.

“Take me out.”

Lust clouds Hagen’s gaze but he’s quick to listen. Dipping his fingers beneath the waistband, he fishes out my cock and settles it in his palm with a ragged breath.

“Good boy,” I praise, kissing the corner of his lips.

Hagen shudders, his cock jerking like mine at the praise. He looked a little like he did in the library, drugged by pleasure, and I feel much the same.

“I want your cum on me,” I state, holding his gaze while my fingers slide lower to rub his wet hole. I’d done this to him. My eyes roll as I thrust into his palm, “All of it, Hagen.”

Hagen’s heart hammers along with mine as he swipes his hand over his own cock. He whimpers, shaking as he touches himself but he still meticulously collects all his cum before he takes my cock in his hands again.

I shudder, knees buckling as he strokes me, smearing his cum all over.

It’s a scent marking in its own right— my mate’s release on me— and it frays my mind at its very core.

I wanted more. Wanted him deeper. Wanted everything.

I stroke Hagen’s entrance, matching his rhythm and soaking up the breathless gasp he makes as my head meets his. We stroke each other, our eyes locked as our arousal defiles the air in the room.

“Gods, Hagen,” I groan as he tightens his grasp and strokes faster. “Just like that, pup.”

Hagen moans as he stares down at where my cock was breaching the space between his hands and his hole twitches against the pads of my fingers.

“Hagen,” I moan as I begin thrusting into his palms. “Say my name.”

“Nikola,” he answers quickly, his breaths as shallow as mine. “Nikola. Nikola.”

I groan as my climax builds, cresting higher and faster while Hagen strokes me with everything he has. My eager pup.

“Tell me you want it,” I demand, rubbing at his taint until he shakes for me.

“I want it!” He screams, his lips finding mine. “I-I want it, Nikola.”

“Tell me you need it,” I pant, balls tightening.

“I need it!” He whines. “Need it, Nik! Please!”

That’s all it takes.

I cum for my pup, trembling like he does as my cock spills all over his fingers and torso. I mark him with my release as thunderous pleasure surges through my body.

It’s blinding, taking with it all my senses and everything that’s not him— he, who keeps moaning my name and stroking me, Hagen, who takes my mind by his own leash and drags it into madness.

When the pleasure falls back, dimming to echoes, and I manage to breathe again, I find myself slumped against Hagen.

He’s still holding my cock, his hands keeping me warm and hard while he rubs his legs against my side.

I ease back and meet glowing golden eyes that hold mine with so much hope.

“Was it good?” He asks, nibbling on the inside of his cheek. I let him have that. “W-Was I okay?”

Goddess have mercy, he was so beautiful like this— sincere and honest and mine.

“You were amazing, Hagen,” I reply with a smile. “You did everything right. You made me feel so good.” Hagen beams shyly. “You were perfect, pup.”

Hagen smiles down at himself, and it’s so innocent and sweet that it takes effort not to kiss it straight from his lips.

“I… I-I like it when you call me that,” he confesses quietly, his eyes wide when they meet mine. “I like it s-so much.”

“Do you?” It takes effort to keep the words measured.

Hagen had never confessed something so freely, or without prompt, especially not something he used to deny so vehemently.

Hagen nods quickly, his body trembling as he locks his ankles around my back, “I-I like being your… your…”

“You can say it,” I encourage as I kiss his cheek, scraping it with my teeth as I resist the urge to bite. “Come on.”

Hagen’s breaths climb, forcing mine to do the same as his glowing eyes dart between mine.

“Your pup,” he whispers under his breath, and it seems like a release because he adds, “I-I like being your pup, Nikola.”

Goddess, help me.

Pulling Hagen from the edge, I pick him up and devour his surprised cry as I walk us from the bathroom. Hagen kisses me eagerly despite his surprise, offering his tongue and moaning deeply when I suck it between my lips.

It’s a miracle that I make to the bed, but I do.

“I was sated,” I tell him as I lay him down, and climb up on top of him. “I would’ve stopped there.”

Hagen stares up at me as if he doesn’t understand, but his confusion slips away as I fold my legs beside his so that I can thrust our cocks together.

“Ungh!” Hagen whimpers as I press us together. His drooping eyes meet mine with excitement, “Again?”

I bite back a curse as I grind us together, pressing Hagen into the bed as I do. He welcomes me as he tries to raise his hips and meet my thrusts.

With each snap of my hips, Hagen whines and moans, clawing at the sheets until he slips his hands between us. He moans when they find my cock again, but instead of stroking, he directs me between his legs and slides me up against his hole.

My magic pours out of my body. Like a liquid escaping a popped balloon, it streams out unabashed and rattles the very foundation of this universe. I hold Hagen very still.

“Hagen,” I warn through harsh breaths.

“I know, I know,” he replies quickly, though it sounds like a grumble. “You said… I’m not ready. But… you can… I want…” he takes a steadying breath, “…w-want you to cum here, Nik… m-mark me here.”

Had I known making him confess to what he wanted would make him confess to everything he wanted, would I still have done it? I wasn’t too sure.

I close my eyes, calling on every prayer and semblance of control I can muster in an attempt to wave off the arousal his words try to drown me in. But Hagen was nothing if not stubborn.

Bracketing his hands around my cock, Hagen pushes back against my length so that I slide between the space between his palms and his crack, brushing up against his hole.

“Goddess!” I groan as I shake my head, trying to clear it enough to draw back, but Hagen keeps me in by his locked ankles.

“I-I want it, Nik,” he whines as he rocks his hips. My cock glides between his crack, grinding over his hole. “Want your cum.”

I shouldn’t. I should not… but Gods…

…that was my hole.

I grab hold of Hagen’s hips with my magic, meaning to stop him, but I find myself thrusting against him and into the wicked space he’d made instead. It wasn’t tight, but Goddess, just knowing I was rubbing against Hagen’s hole was enough to have me tumbling towards my release.

“Dear Goddess,” I groan as desire runs rampant in my veins. “Merde.”

Hagen smiles a little, seemingly proud of himself, which is as adorable as it is frustrating.

I thrust against Hagen without restraint, and he watches me through it, forgetting his own arousal entirely as he stares up at me with wide eyes. He looks enamoured, desperate and hungry, and it’s all I can do not to actually claim him right now.

“I want you inside,” the whisper comes quietly, another brazen confession. Only this one comes with the knowledge that all it can do is destroy me to hear now.

“Hagen, stop,” I scold through clenched teeth, but there’s no stopping him.

“I-I want you inside of me,” he admits breathlessly, his gaze revealing his own shock at his words as he looks up at me, but that doesn’t stop him from sharing more. “Just like this.”

I can’t breathe. I can barely hear with our pounding hearts blanking out everything else.

“But I can’t have it yet,” he continues, the spoken reminder making him pout a moment before he shakes his head. “S-So mark me here,” he begs hopefully. “Mark me here, Nikola.”

“Hagen,” I moan, hips snapping faster until he’s squirming beneath me.

“Please. Please, please, please,” Hagen whimpers, turning nearly frantic with desire now. “Mark me, Nik. Please…. C-Cum on my hole… cum on y-your hole.”

I fall before I even know it’s happening. One moment, there’s Hagen, with his taunts, his pleas, and then, there’s pleasure. So much pleasure. I cum in the depth of it, my cock perched against Hagen’s hole and spilling all over it.

I watch through what feels like another pair of eyes as Hagen moans, tenses, and cums untouched, his cock spurting a little while his hole quivers, clenching beneath all the cum I taint it with.

I want to push it inside, my magic trembles to do so, but I force it back narrowly. That would truly send us into the abyss, and I couldn’t be sure I wouldn’t give into Hagen’s unreasonable pleas there.

My cum spills from me in a flood, marking Hagen until his balls, taint and hole are all drenched in my release, and Goddess, what a heady sight it is.

Panting, I stare down at the mess Hagen had turned into, and a shudder passes through me at the sight. He’s still hard, even while twitching all over. His legs tremble where they’re bent beneath mine, but even so, there’s a satiated smile on his lips.

Goddess have mercy… He looks enchanted, only, he’s still present— his gaze is alert when it finds mine.

He whispers something, but it’s too breathless for my ringing ears to hear. I strain to place it but get distracted as I watch his fingers sink low, moving slowly until they brush over his wet hole.

Hagen jolts, seeming shocked again, but then he touches himself. Curious fingers prod, and I watch the light in his eyes become screened with lust as he smears my cum, rubbing it in, and moans.

“Hagen,” I whisper his name hopelessly, like it’s the only word I know now, the only thing that belongs on my lips.

Hagen rubs my cum into his skin, trembling as he does so. He whines, mouth falling open as he feels it— the rush of pleasure that came with being marked in this way— and what a pleasure it is to watch him squirm beneath me from the onslaught.

“Pup,” I whisper as I sink to claim his mouth again.

Hagen, my deviant, perfect Hagen, parts his lips without hesitation and offers his tongue again, and I fall into him once more.

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* stands with hands on hips, panting like I just finished running a marathon – because I did writing this *

Thoughts?????????

Thoughts on this… this fucking… Lord, I don’t even have words.

These two are nastyyyyyyyyy and I love it. Nikola… nah, he’s insane for what he was doing but so is Hagen because he’s too horny and needy, I could barely think.

Please share any and every thought, reaction to this, like pleaseeeee cause I need to hear it!

I can’t even say anything else, I just need to reread. No idea when the next one is coming but I’m sure this will keep us sated until then!

Until next time,
Byeeeeeee Humanssssssss