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Nikola’s POV

There were things I remembered, and there were things I did not remember.

I remembered taking Hagen out of the water.

I remembered biting his skin and giving him the marks littered across his neck.

I remembered sliding my finger inside of him and watching him cum when I’d given him another.

The last thing I remembered was trying to decipher what he’d been mumbling against his arm. He’d been doing it for a while. Moaning and muttering words I couldn’t piece together because I’d been too transfixed by the mesmerizing way his hole swallowed my three fingers over and over again.

Then Hagen had sat up, looked me in the eye, and said it…

“Fuck me, Nik.”

That’s what he’d been mumbling.

“Fuck me.”

That’s when things started to become fuzzy—

“Make me yours, Nikola… fuck me.”

—when the world started to darken around the edges.

“…please.”

I didn’t remember much after that.

I stare down at my linker, my mate, my Hagen, but my vision is erratic, unreliable and greedy. It never stays on one point for too long, but it never strays from the perimeter of his perfect face.

Goddess, he’s so handsome and gorgeous, and mine.

His eyes are glowing and wet, like liquid gold that shimmers as he strains to keep them open and on me. I can see him fighting it– the natural pull he must cede even when he wants only to please me.

He tries not to do it, for me, I think, but he can’t stop it forever. He blinks.

It’s only a second, only a moment, but it’s too long. He looked away from me.

I thrust my hips, plunging my cock back down his throat and keeping it there so that he chokes. Hagen jerks beneath me as tears stream down his face, turning him into a pretty portrait I memorise.

I groan as his blurry eyes hold mine, and his convulsing throat massages my cock in a tight, wet grip. It feels so good, too good.

I want more.

My cock pulses on his tongue and paints the back of his throat with my precum as I rock my hips, dipping my cock in and out of his liquid heat.

Gods, he’s too good at this— too sweet on his knees.

Pleasure rattles through my veins with each thrust and eager swallow, making it hard to see as my heavy gaze threatens to cross. It’s impossible to think or stop. Not that I want to stop— or can.

That should’ve scared me. Maybe it would’ve if I was in control of myself, but I was anything but.

I didn’t remember how I lost my reigns, only that the straps had slipped from my fingers at some point and I’d been in a free fall ever since.

The endless drop was a terror, but one laced in lust with Hagen as my devoted guide.

He moans around my cock, and I thrust in again.

Locked between my legs, Hagen stares up at me while I use his mouth, throat and lips, straining him for all he’s worth because I can, because he lets me. Because he belongs to me. His lashes flutter, but his eyes don’t shut this time, and I find myself tugged closer to the edge of release.

The world around me slants, but I don’t notice with my attention fixed on Hagen’s lips.

They’re swollen and red, wet and stretched over my cock. He sucks me fervently, with all the devotion that shines through his wet eyes— all the devotion I can smell within his scent.

I slowly inch my hips back, easing myself out of the depths of his bruised throat. Hagen shudders but does not move, only staring back at me while I watch with rapt fascination as my length slips past his wet lips until only the slicked tip rests on his tongue.

Hagen sucks in a ragged breath, coughing just a little before he circles his tongue around my head. We share a moan before he swallows me back down on his own accord.

“Perfect,” I breathe, and Hagen whines before he suffocates himself on my cock.

A growl rumbles from my chest as I steady my feet so that I can watch my greedy pup feed himself with my cock.

He’s perfect. So perfect. And mine.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

I want to touch him. I want to grip his hair and smear the tears across his face, but that would mean letting go of his hands, and I could not do that. I liked it when we held hands. Hagen breaks for his next breath, but I thrust my cock back down his throat before he can find it, forcing his head up against the edge of the bed.

I didn’t remember putting him on the floor, but that’s where he was— on the floor, with his back pressed against the bed.

I keep him caged there between my legs where he can’t escape, with his arms locked over his head on the makeshift mattress. That’s where our hands intertwined— sealed in a tight embrace like they’d been for the majority of the day I can remember.

I stare blindly at them while I thrust my hips, dousing myself in the endless pleasure that is Hagen’s wet mouth and tight throat.

“So perfect,” I groan as Hagen swallows around me, his lips tightening around each thrust as he moans for me. “So. Perfect.”

I use Hagen’s mouth as I had in the library, just like he wanted me to, thrusting in and out of those snug lips until I can barely stand to keep myself upright. My heart hammers in my chest, the sound loud but lost amongst the squelch of Hagen’s throat taking my cock. It’s obscene, but music to my ears, and I want more.

All I want is more.

“Mine,” I groan as I clench his shaking fingers. “You’re mine. All mine.”

Hagen’s eyes flutter, growing distant as he relaxes beneath me and succumbs to each thrust, giving himself to me.

“Gods,” I groan as I thrust faster, chasing the mounting pleasure I can feel growing closer like a pounding drum in my skull.

It beats for Hagen, a loud, unshakable tune that focuses solely on him.

He’s so good. So tight and good and even better when he chokes.

The slide is perfect, deep and devoted, and each wrecked moan sends vibrations up my shaft that make my balls tighten.

“Every… drop,” I grit the words out, the only two I can manage, but it’s all Hagen needs to hear.

He cranes his head back, opening his throat, and in two more thrusts, I’m spilling inside of him. He whimpers and chokes as his throat locks up around me and milks my cock.

I hiss and plunge deeper with a wrecked moan. Thrusting in desperation, I use Hagen’s face while he swallows around me, eager for more. Groaning his name, I grind my hips against his face until every inch of me is surrounded by his heat, and completely empty myself down his throat.

When the ringing in my ears finally weans, three things fill its place: the rain pattering down on the roofing overhead, the torrential winds lashing against our walls, and the combination of our laboured breathing, though Hagen’s is a beautifully taxed sound.

My eyes part, slipping to his, and I shiver with delight when I find his gaze already awaiting mine. My cock twitches restlessly at the sight.

I should fill his mouth again and again, until my cum seeped out at the corners, until it was the only thing he ached for, day and night. But if I did that, then I’d never mate with him, and I need that far more right now.

Hagen was mine, and I was tired of watching him breathe without my mark on him.

With staggered breaths, I force my hips back, letting my cock slip from Hagen’s lips so that he can finally breathe properly. He tries to fill his lungs, but it’s a stilted task with the desperate licks he pays to my bobbing cock. He strains against my hold on him, driven solely by his desires that darken to the touch when they mix with mine.

He wanted me back down his throat too, but I needed to be between his legs before that.

I don’t know how much time has passed before I’ve found the strength to ease my fingers away from Hagen’s, but by the time I’ve done it, we’re no longer panting quite so furiously, and Hagen’s still on his knees, quietly sucking on the head of my cock. He whines when I step back, stealing it from him, but I ignore the protest as I slip my hands under his arms and force him onto his feet.

Hagen sways slightly, but I keep him upright with my magic that wraps around his limbs like a brace. I tug him close so that every inch of him is pressed against me, including our cocks that slide together.

“Good?” he eventually rasps, his swollen lips trembling slightly as his golden eyes search mine.

“Good?” I echo, the weight of his anxiety confusing me until I scent the bitter taste of fear. I stare at him, finding him waiting nervously for a response. “Oh, pup. You were very good.”

Hagen’s lips tilt up, his flushed cheeks pinkening a little more as the sourness fades away.

My fingers slide over his skin as I take a firm hold of his jaw with one hand, keeping him steady while I breathe in his arousal. It’s a sweeter version of his usual scent and entirely addictive in its own right. Hagen’s dazed eyes cling to mine beneath his wet lashes as we share every breath until he fills my lungs like a drug.

Intoxicated, I slide my free fingers over his mouth before I dip them between his parted lips and over his tongue. Hagen’s eyes widen a little, and his scent sweetens with pleasure, but he takes me in without complaint.

I glide my fingers over his tongue, following the path my cock had taken to the back of his throat, but I don’t go that far. I just wanted to touch inside, to touch him here where I’d always ached to. It was one of the only places I’d never gotten to touch before.

I shudder as I massage the wet muscle to my heart’s delight, and Hagen only stares at me throughout. He doesn’t try to pull away; his scent doesn’t sour with displeasure, it only grows sweeter with his twisted arousal.

I rock my hips, adding friction to where our cocks meet, and Hagen’s moan vibrates around my fingers on its way out.

“I’m going to leave my mark on you,” I growl as I slide the hand on his jaw down over his tattered neck, bringing him an inch closer. “All over you, both inside and out.”

Hagen moans and nods his head as we rock together, hips moving in a perfect rhythm. I stroke his tongue and inside his mouth until we’re leaking all over one another, and I feel my mind tumbling further into the dark abyss as Hagen gives everything to me.

Slipping my fingers from his lips, I watch through a heavy gaze as Hagen swallows down the rest of his saliva. His throat bobs against my palm, and as he winces from the movement, my balls tighten in response.

I ease my fingers, feeling the air slide down his throat with my permission before I squeeze, cutting it off again.

The black in Hagen’s eyes grows, and the gold sparkles.

Squeeze. Release.

Squeeze. Release.

Each time, Hagen’s eyes dilate, but they never part from mine. His drool wets my wrist, but I ignore it. He’d clean it later.

Squeeze. Release.

Squeeze. Release.

“I like choking you,” I whisper against his lips while my wet fingers travel south. “I like watching you struggle.”

Resisting the urge to play with him more, I release the hold on his throat so that I can haul him in against me instead. Cock twitching against mine, Hagen settles his hands over my arms as his breathing tries to settle.

“I like it when you can’t breathe without me,” I confess as I pinch his bottom lip between my fingers and drag him forward for a taste.

Hagen’s whimper spills onto my lips as he parts his and lets me in. I taste myself on his lips and tongue, on the bruised confines of his mouth. I swallow his moans and claim his whimpers, relishing in each breathless sound that slips past his sweet lips.

I know I should be gentle and patient, but he tastes so sweet with my cum on his tongue that I can’t help my greed. I dig my fingers into the mounds of his flesh and force him onto his toes while my mouth devours his.

I want everything. I want every little piece of him.

I want to swallow him whole.

Moaning, Hagen grinds his cock against mine with shallow thrusts, wetting my skin with his precum that drips again from his tip like a leaking faucet. He wanted to cum.

I hadn’t let him when I’d used his mouth. I’d kept a tight leash around his balls with my magic, and hadn’t loosened it yet. And I wouldn’t, not until I was buried inside of him.

I’d spoiled him enough outside.

“Please,” he begs, shaking all over while my canines nip his plump lips. “P-Ple-Please.”

“Once I’m inside,” I promise as I lick over the lines of his mouth.

Hagen’s arousal doubles, tumbling over my shoulders and filling the room, but it’s a minute thing compared to mine.

Hagen wanted it, but I needed it.

I needed to mate him, to fuck him, like he’d asked.

I wanted him on his knees, taking me, cumming on my cock the way he had on my fingers, and I wanted it with a blaring hunger that made the world shift on its axis. But that’s not how this was supposed to go.

Mating was supposed to be gentle, and done face-to-face. It was supposed to be loving.

“This is loving,” Hagen whispers while he rocks against me. “This is how you love me.”

It was. In my most depraved parts, this was the form my love for Hagen took, but he was supposed to have better.

I was supposed to do right by him, to make this perfect and sweet, not this. But I didn’t know how to stop this.

I didn’t want to stop this.

“Don’t,” Hagen begs, holding me tighter. I frown. “Don’t stop.”

Had I said that out loud? Just how much had I said out loud?

“Nikola,” Hagen whines gruffly as he buries his face into the crook of my neck and bites me. “I’m so empty.”

Thunder cracks overhead and the foundations around us tremble as Hagen drags me back beneath the surface.

Continuing my original path, I slip my fingers down, sliding them between Hagen’s crack and over his hole. It twitches against my fingers and my cock bucks in response, desperate to fill him. But he was still so tight at the rim, even after all I’d done to open him up.

I suck my teeth in my frustration while my magic slathers my fingers with lube. I wait until they’re drenched before I shove two back inside of his snug hole.

“Ngh!” Hagen gasps at the sudden breach. I ignore it, knowing he can take it— knowing that he liked it— and probe inside, checking if he was still stretched for me. “Mffh! Ah! Nik?”

Hagen’s hole sucks the digits inside, feasting on them with a hunger that made my cock weep. The suction here was tighter than his lips.

Would he hug my cock this tight?

Would he milk me until I had nothing left to give?

Would he twitch and moan with every thrust?

“N-Nik,” he whimpers as I slip the digits out, leaving him wrongfully empty, but only for the second it takes to replace the two with three fingers.

Hagen gasps quietly and I lean back to catch his expression as he pushes up onto his toes.

His golden eyes are wide, but even fixed on me, they’re slightly lost as he trembles, trying to find some footing with his breathing. I don’t let him. I liked when he couldn’t breathe. I curl the digits inside him, barely doing anything, but that’s all it takes for him to get that look in his eyes again.

“That’s it,” I groan as I watch him flit through the pain and find the pleasure. “You know how to take it.”

As if he’s drugged, new light sputters behind Hagen’s golden irises before he sinks back down on my fingers with a satisfied groan.

Hagen loved having me inside of him.

I could tell. I could see it in the way his lips parted and tilted upwards at the sides when I filled him.

Hagen reacted so intensely, so beautifully, that I was overwhelmed by the vulgar desire to see how he would react to having my cock inside of him.

“Ngh! Ugh! Mhm!” He moans as he rocks on my fingers, pleasuring himself while his own dig into my skin until the piercing pain shoots up my spine. “Yes! Oh, Goddess, yes!”

Chasing his pleasure, Hagen’s head falls back as he rides my fingers and offers his neck in perfect supplication.

I delve in, biting over the marks I’d already left on his neck because there’s no fresh space left. They’d barely begun to heal, but the mending skin was already too much. I wanted them there forever.

I wanted him marked as mine in every way. Because that’s exactly what he was. Mine.

“I’m going to fuck you, Hagen,” I whisper, pressing the promise into his skin. “And I’m going to cum inside of you, over and over again.”

I stretch Hagen’s hole, opening him up to me while I feast on his skin until he’s crying for me. He’s shaking again like he was in the water.

I remembered that.

I remembered other things in flashing, jagged flickers of memories.

I remember hoisting him up to bring him back here, only my magic had been erratic, so we’d teleported short distances. In a staggered sequence, we got closer and closer, and at each berth, I’d found some place to kiss him and run my fingers all over him. Against the trees, within the dirt, in the open air, until finally, we’d come back here, and immediately, I’d pushed him onto his knees and filled his mouth with my cock.

Groaning, I press my fingers in deeper, applying the pressure that makes him etch new confirmation of his arousal into my skin.

“Nik,” he groans, legs trembling as he claws at me for support, “I need it… I-I need you.”

The world whitens as something electric rattles through my body, igniting my blood and honing in my mind on the one plea.

Hagen needed me.

Hagen needed me.

He needed me.

Slipping my fingers out of my needy pup, I shove him onto the bed with enough force that he bounces atop it before his legs curl up beneath him. His elbows hook themselves beneath him as he hastily crawls back. His retreat sparks the predator instinct in my head.

My magic latches around his ankles, dragging him back as I climb after him, mounting his naked body the way I was meant to.

“Mine,” I growl as thunder breaks above in a tumultuous chorus.

Hagen stills beneath me, his frantic eyes searching mine while his heart hammers a frenzied tune in his chest.

“Don’t run,” I grind out as I run my nose along his cheek. I slide my magic between his thighs, pushing the traces of my power inside of him through his scent glands. “You’re mine.”

“Oh fuck,” he moans loudly as lust clouds his gaze. My magic delves deeper and his eyes roll, “Fuckkkk!”

My gaze sinks between his spread legs, settling where cock bucks attentively between them, and I lick my lips, resisting the urge to have a taste.

I would have his cum later; right now, I needed to be inside of him.

Inching higher, I drag him further up the bed with my magic, following each movement until he’s settled in the centre of my bed and my den.

He can’t escape me, even if he tries, and he knows that— I see it in the way he swallows and parts his trembling legs for me.

I hum with pleasure as I sink into the open space between his legs and groan at the faultless slot I find waiting for me.

I wanted him on his knees, presenting for me, but he would not be able to mark me like that, and I needed his mark before I took possession of his body in every possible way.

Lying on his back, Hagen becomes supple in my grasp as I skate my hands around his hips and pull them in so that my cock slides along his crack. He shudders, his legs bending slightly where they bow over my hips, but he stays where he’s meant to be.

I can see his heart battering within his chest, fighting between his two straining lungs, and I want to crawl into that space there too. My magic tries, tunnelling beneath his skin, desperately clawing at his mind and soul, but I have to break him before I can fill those crevices.

“Nik,” he whines, shaking all over again, or maybe that’s me, or maybe it’s the foundations of the walls around us as the storm above builds, brewing stronger.

My nails pierce his skin as I hold him steady, my gaze glued to where lube pours over my cock as it slides between his crack.

Hagen knows what’s going to happen, and there’s no doubt that he wants it— I can smell his need wafting from his skin like honey— but I still force my gaze back to his. Golden eyes meet mine, and Hagen nods his head furiously, silently beckoning me to take him while his hands fist the sheets beside his head.

He’s ready. He wants this. He wants me.

Teeth gritting, I tighten my grasp on his hips, lifting him so that the head of my cock finds his rim. I nudge against it, and my cock pulses with a terrible ache as I feel his hole clench against me. He sucks in a breath and doesn’t let it go as he stares at me, waiting.

A second passes, a far too long, far too weighted second that makes the veins in my neck bulge as I try to secure my own breath.

I’d enter him slowly.

Give him time to adjust.

Let him settle before I got greedy.

I would—

I thrust in, plunging my entire length within him, all at once, so that my cock is seated where it belongs.

Hagen’s eyes bulge, he bows in the bed, and as a cry seeps past his clenched teeth, cum spurts from his hard, twitching cock. He’d cum. I’d entered him, and he’d cum.

“Nikola,” the shattered whine of my given name is the last thing I comprehend before the warmth of his body totals the rest of my mind.

Eyes falling shut, I suck in a ragged breath as I take in the warmth around my cock.

“Fuck,” I curse with a groan.

He feels better than I’d imagined, tighter, and the suction… Goddess, be good… His hole sucks on my cock, as if trying to take more, even though it’s all inside of him.

Chest heaving, I lean back and drop my gaze the moment it parts to where we’re joined.

I stare at where my cock breaches him, at his quivering hole stretched around my length, taking me how he was meant to.

Even as my vision blurs, I stare, transfixed, while Hagen’s hole devours my cock, and when his cum trickles down his trembling inner thighs, a tattered groan tumbles out of me.

I pull him back by the hips, watching as I slip free from his tight embrace. The pleasure reverberates up my spine as I do it, and it’s almost too much— it makes my brain feel like it’s melting out of my steaming ears.

I should stop.

I should breathe— I should let him breathe.

I thrust back in.

“Angh!” Hagen grinds the moan out past his clenched teeth as he arches up again. His stomach quivers beneath his twitching cock, and his nipples rest hard and pink on his heaving chest.

My gaze flits up, darting all around his face as I watch the way he huffs, choking on his own breaths as if my cock was lodged in his throat rather than his hole.

“You can take it,” I promise, thrusting in again, giving him every inch.

Hagen stares up at me with a blank gaze while his brows twitch a little, perhaps with concern or something else. Whatever it is, it melts away when I thrust my cock inside of him again, making his eyes cross instead.

“Agh!” He moans as my thrusts quicken, forcing him to take my cock, to adjust to it, to make room for me inside of his body. “Oh, Goddess! Ah! Oh, G-Goddess! Fuck!”

Hagen clenches around me, the grip like a vice that makes me hiss, but I don’t stop. There would be no stopping, not until I broke him in.

I drive my cock in and out of his tight channel as my eyes roll, as pleasure like nothing I’d ever known before takes me apart from the inside.

He’s perfect. So fucking perfect, and I don’t think I can ever leave him— ever leave him empty again when he felt so right taking my cock.

“Oh, Goddess! Oh, G-Goddess!” Hagen cries as his legs stretch out at my sides, and his body jerks with each thrust I make that fills him with my cock. “I-It…too much …too much.” He twists in my grasp, but I don’t let him free. I dig my fingers into his supple body and make him take me. “Fuckkk! Nikola!”

A muffled growl slinks past my lips as I watch Hagen cum again. It spurts higher, landing in the centre of his chest, and I dip quickly to claim it.

I slide my tongue up the centre of his ribs, lapping up his cum and then shifting forward so that my knees are planted into the bed, and he’s bent beneath me.

That’s how I fuck him.

“Ugh! G-God! Ahh!” He moans as I fuck him open, tunnelling inside of him with my cock. Saliva slips past his clenched teeth, and I lap it up, swallowing it so he’s inside me, too. “Nik… I’m fucking… cumming!”

“Then fucking do it.”

Hagen stares up at me through his slitted gaze, his limp body jostling beneath mine with every brutal jerk I make him take. I fuck him into the bed, spearing him on my cock until he’s barely breathing, even without my hands around his throat. He barely does anything but lies still and cums as he takes it like my good boy.

Breaths quickening, I groan as my balls tighten and the ache in my canines worsens. I’m close, and growing closer with every slide into Hagen’s delicious body.

“Pup,” I groan as my cock hardens inside of him.

Hagen whimpers as his fingers sink into my hair and pull me closer, bringing my lips to his neck. “Please… p-please, Nik!”

A ringing starts in my ears, blocking everything out but Hagen’s frayed pants as his canines slide along my skin, waiting to pierce it.

“Mark me,” he begs as he rocks his hips. “Cum… inside of me, a-and mark me, Nik!”

I slide my tongue over his flesh, trying to find where I’m meant to mark him, but every inch of his skin calls to my broken mind.

I want to bite him all over.

I want everything.

“Nik,” he calls, dragging me closer to the edge. “Make… me… yours.”

My canines sink in. I don’t know where. All I know is that my vision floods with red, and I bite into the flesh before me as my orgasm slams into me, and I cum.

Hagen arches beneath me, a muffled cry tearing from his lips as his canines sink into my skin, and he marks me as his.

It’s a blinding thing— a blend of colours and sounds that rearrange my world in a split second to make room for Hagen— more room, because he already filled all of it. Or I thought he had.

Now, my senses hone in on him, on the blood rushing through his veins, on his soul as it latches around mine, and as his mind splinters, my magic floods inside, forcing its way inside so that all of him is mine.

Hagen jerks beneath me, his canines burrowing deeper, and the white pleasure doubles, making more cum spill inside of him, filling him up with me until I’m breeding him.

Hagen clenches around me, milking me, and I feel him take root inside of me with his own claim. His consciousness slips inside, sliding deeper than it was probably meant to, but I latch onto his essence and tug him further, wanting him there.

I didn’t want to know where one of us began and the other ended. I wanted us as one always, forever.

Rocking together, our hips move in perfect rhythm as we chase the pleasure that already circles itself in an endless loop. If orgasms are meant to settle, this one refuses to.

Hagen’s pleasure is mine, mine his, and there’s no hope of stopping it when we’re both so feverishly greedy for one another.

It’s only when I grind my hips against his that I notice the cum dripping from my chest where Hagen had spilt again.

Gods, he never stopped. I wondered if he could.

Sharp embarrassment rattles through me, followed by a depraved sense of longing to find the answer to that question. I still, recognising the thoughts and feelings as something other than my own, but there’s no need to fear when I realise whose they are.

I pull back, retracting my canines from Hagen’s skin without closing the wound, and he does the same, allowing our gazes to meet.

Hagen’s hair is a slick mess that clings to his sweat-licked skin at the front and a little at his neck. His canines are still out, like mine, his eyes still glowing, and his mark sits freshly in the crook of his neck.

It was higher than most marks, deeper too and trickling with blood, but it was perfect, and mine.

I’d marked him. I’d marked Hagen.

My gaze drifts up, meeting his, and Hagen blinks at me, hunger teeming in his eyes, and I feel the floor I’d thought was the bottom begin to tremble.

Distantly, a harrowing thought drifts by, one I won’t be able to untangle for a long time. We were mated now, bonded in every way— I should’ve been sated. This should’ve been the moment that it was enough…

It wasn’t. It wasn’t nearly enough.

I wanted more.

Hagen shudders beneath me as my cock jerks inside of him, and I see and feel the way his carnal desires rise to match my own.

It wasn’t enough for him either. He wanted more. So much more. He wanted this forever, for me to never stop, to fill him with my cum until it was always dripping out of his sore hole.

“Putain de merde,” I curse as the ache in my canines worsens. “Mon gars en manque (My needy boy).”

“Don’t stop,” he begs between his stilted gasps for air. “D-Do-Don’t stop… please… just keep… fucking me.”

The flooring shatters, exposing me to depths I’d never known.

Wrapping my arms around Hagen’s head, I keep him caged beneath me as I roll my hips, driving my still-hard cock back inside of him, nudging that shallow bundle of nerves that makes his toes curl.

“Fuck, yes!” he moans as his head lolls to one side. “Ah! Just… ngh! like… that… Nik!”

“You’re so tight,” I confess, the gravelled words spilling out of me. “So tight for me.”

Hagen’s skin flushes, turning pink from his neck to the tips of his ears. “You’re so— oh, Goddess! Ah!” Hagen’s words dissolve into moans before he finds them again. “You… fill me ngh! Fill me, s-so good!”

“Putain,” I growl as I fuck him into the cottons. “Vraiment un morfal (such a greedy boy).”

“Nik,” he whines, hips slanting up to meet mine. “I’m… gonna… you’re— so—deep and I—” he clenches around me, the scent of his arousal deepening. “Please!”

I fuck him harder and faster, feeding his greedy hole with my cock while I stare at the space I was meant to mark— the one where most marks sit— and my canines twinge.

I couldn’t bite him again, couldn’t mark him again, but I wanted to— Gods, I wanted to with a hounding desire that made me leak inside of him.

“Nikola!” Hagen screams as he sails towards another orgasm.

I watch him. Watch him take the dive, and before I can stop myself, I delve in and sink my canines into his flesh again.

Hagen jerks beneath me, sucking in a deep breath as I descend back into his mind and soul again, filling him in every possible way as my essence trickles into his blood flow.

Hagen cums around my cock, almost convulsing, and I cum inside of him as I keep thrusting, filling him until my cum slips out. I fuck him through it— fuck us through it while he gasps and claws at my back, giving me his own marks.

It’s mind-numbing, and I can’t stop— can’t stop ploughing my cock in and out of him, can’t stop cumming inside of him.

I want to break him, to fix him afterwards and hold him, and then do it all over again.

“N-Nik,” the broken whimper forces me to pull free. My canines slide out, leaving behind another flaring mark just beside the first.

My heart drops and leaps all at once, twisted satisfaction settling in just a little before I meet my mate’s gaze.

Flecks of purple dance in Hagen’s glowing eyes, and maybe it’s just the reflection of mine, but it feels like I’m watching a piece of myself locked inside of him.

I wait, terrified of his anger and his horror, but then arousal slams into me a second before his hands sink to my ass and force every inch of my cock back inside of him.

He whimpers as he stretches his neck out for me, “M-More.”

I sink back in, biting a new spot as Hagen spills beneath me, riding his orgasm once more.

“Y-Yes!” He slurs as I hold him steady and bite again and again until he’s covered in my marks. Hagen cums and cums, milking my balls with his ravenous hole as he jerks beneath me. “Thank you!”

I pull back from him with a snarl, fighting past the burn of his talons dragging along my skin to try to keep me close.

Locking my magic around his throat, I choke him with an iron grip as my magic forces him up on his knees.

Hagen’s eyes bulge as I lift his entire body with my magic and bring him back down on my cock. I groan with pleasure at the feel of his entire body under my control, and as my magic wraps around him, he relents and stares at me while he wheezes.

Gods, I love the sight, and he loves the feel of it. He doesn’t have to tell me.

Hagen loved it when I took his breath away because it was his life in my hands— mine to ruin, mould and protect. Mine.

“Fuck, Hagen,” I growl as I thrust up into his leaking hole. “You’re so perfect. So perfect for me.”

Hagen’s lips tug into a lazy smile while he bobs on my cock, his body limp while blood trickles down his neck from my slow-healing marks.

There are five of them. Five, and they’re so beautiful on him.

“You’re all mine, aren’t you?”

“Yours,” he slurs while he watches my cock fuck him.

“Who do you belong to?”

Hagen doesn’t reply right away. He’s too busy trembling and watching my cock tow in and out of him.

I’d used magic on him before, but never like this— never to the point that he had zero control of his own body.

He loves it. It scares him a little, but he loves being completely at my mercy.

I shudder as his pleasure washes through me, dousing me in it. I lean in, biting on his nipple until he sputters out a sob for me.

“I’m asking you… a question, Hagen,” I pant while I lap over the aching nub and look up at him. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” he whispers, voice choking as he takes my cock. “I… belong… to you.”

“All of you,” I declare on a growl.

He nods, head jouncing deliriously, “All of me.”

I grunt my pleasure as I slide my arms under his thighs, letting his weight sink into me fully. Hagen falls limply onto my chest, and my eyes roll into the back of my skull as he sucks my earlobe between his lips.

“Mon coeur (my heart)…” I whisper as I spread his muscled cheeks and slide up into him, fucking my cum out of him. “Ma chiot avie (my greedy pup)…hmm …ma jolie salope (my handsome slut).”

“Nikola,” he moans, my name a weak sound from his straining throat, but I don’t think it’s ever sounded better.

Digging my fingers into his hair, I yank his head back and force his dreary eyes to meet mine. “Dis mon nom, (say my name)”

“Nikola… ngh! N-Nikola!” He answers, fingers digging into my skin for purchase as he pushes his hips down. “Nikola!”

“Again,” I growl, using his hole like a sleeve.

“Nikola!” He moans, growing louder as his arousal mounts again, his orgasm on the horizon. “Ahh! Nik… Nikola!

Hagen’s fingers slide over my mark, making me hiss as the world shifts and black dots appear over my vision. By the time it clears, I find myself on my back with my pup above me.

He’s riding me. Fingers digging into my chest, knees bent at his sides, he fucks himself on my cock, rocking back and forth with trembling limbs.

“So… good,” he slurs as he moves. “You feel… so fucking good.”

His gaze is empty and fixed straight ahead while he uses my cock until he leaks all over me, drenching me in his scent.

Hagen’s beautiful like this, lost in the pleasure without a care in the world, but he’s not looking at me.

Lightning strikes the roof as a growl fills my chest. I settle my hands on his hips, bend my knees and thrust up.

“Nghh!” Hagen bites out, jerking forward as his gaze immediately drops to me, and he cums from his hole.

It hugs my cock, sucking, milking, and I groan my pleasure as I grind my hips against him.

“Fucking look at me, Hagen,” I snap while I use him. “Keep your eyes on me.”

Hagen nods, his fingers sinking into my chest as he settles his weight in my lap and grinds himself on my length.

Drooling, he groans as he rocks atop me, his eyes dutifully locked on mine.

Under his gaze, I drag my fingers up his sides, caressing them while my magic slithers over the rest of his skin. Hagen’s heart hammers behind his chest, answering my probing fingers’ call as I tweak his nipples. I pinch them, twisting until he cries and squirms.

I release them and in my gaze, he sees exactly what to do next.

Inching down, Hagen brings his throbbing chest to my lips so that I can soothe the pain. I suck one in, following his hips while he rocks on my cock, and then lap my tongue over the next.

Hagen’s breath hitches as his fingers delve into my hair, gripping it too tight with the edge of his talons. He keeps me against him, keeps my lips around his hard nipples while he rides me without care.

“So full,” he whines as his fingers find mine and drag them to his stomach. He presses the palm flat, keeping it there with his own, “…Y-You’re so deep… can you feel it?”

I couldn’t, not like this. I want to hide that from him, but Hagen senses it and his displeasure mounts. With a groan, he applies pressure, pressing my fingers into his stomach, even when it makes him buck and whimper until I feel it.

My cock, pushing inside of him, stretching him, filling him.

I could feel it.

I could feel where I was fucking him.

Cum splashes on my fingers as Hagen’s cock spurts a little, and though it’s his pleasure, I know it’s spurred on by the wave of sick joy that courses through me.

“I felt it,” I promise as I ease our fingers away, alleviating the pressure. “I felt it.”

Hagen whines until I stuff his mouth with my fingers, forcing him to taste himself on his tongue. I swallow deeply as I watch his eyes roll before I hook the fingers over his teeth and drag him in for a kiss.

Moving together, we fuck one another with wild abandon.

It’s more than a mating. It’s pent-up lust and tainted love and desire, and it leaves us the most twisted versions of ourselves in a frenzied embrace.

Hagen claws my skin while I seize his air. My cum gushes out of him with each squelching thrust, but I just fill him up with more.

Hagen yanks at my hair, tugging at the roots and I leave bruises all over his body, lighting him up in splashes of red and pink until he flushes like a flower. We sweat all over one another, but I’m too transfixed by the heady scent we make together to care.

When I lift him from my cock, Hagen doesn’t need to be told what to do. He knows because he needs it too.

Hagen turns on shaking limbs, positioning himself on his knees and spreading them wide in offering for me.

I plant my hands over his ass immediately, spreading

Hagen’s hole is a tempting, debauched thing.

He’s no longer so tight— I’d taken care of that. His rim is stretched open, and pink where I’d fucked him, and as he clenches, I know it’s desperate for more.

My cum leaks out of him, slipping past his gaping hole and down his tight balls that I can’t help but lick. He jerks forward, whimpering with shock, but I pull him back in.

“Stop running.”

His cock hangs between his legs, hard and thick, and my mouth waters at the sight. He’s still hard for me. He still wants me.

“Yes,” he whines as my magic pushes my cum back inside of him. “I still… I want you… n-need you.”

I lean in, sating myself with his cock as I suck it between his legs. I taste his cum and mine, and I groan as Hagen’s legs tremble, struggling to keep him upright. He thrusts a little, dipping his cock in and out of my mouth with little whimpers that make the pounding in my skull return.

I force myself to draw back before he can spill inside my mouth and sit up behind his shaking form. I liked it better when he came when I was inside of him.

“Hold yourself open.”

Hagen’s hands release the bed’s frame and take the place of mine, keeping his cheeks spread apart while I mount him from behind. Insatiable need twists through me as I crouch over him, my cock finding his rim and breaching it without direction.

We share a ragged moan as I slide back inside of him, filling him again as his body relents, submitting to me.

There are no more words needed, not with him giving himself to me like this… as if he is an omega and I, his alpha.

I growl as I thrust into him, spearing him with my cock until there’s only the slick pleasure of his hole. Gods, he’s so soft inside and wet, dripping with me, and so warm I never want to leave.

In and out. In and out.

I fuck him until he rocks forward with every snap of my hips, arching back to meet my thrusts. All the while, he keeps himself spread open, never wavering from the task, even when tears stream past his dazed eyes.

I survey him beneath me with a predator’s gaze, seeing flushed skin, a strong slick back, and my mate surrendering to me.

My hips rock faster, cock plunging deeper, and I can’t stop— can’t draw my gaze away or pull myself from the endless pleasure that is his body.

My scan slides over his neck next and lingers there, on the open array of skin that makes my canines ache again.

I close my eyes.

I’d bitten him enough— too much— and claimed him enough.

I could not bite him again. I could not bite him there. That was archaic… where alphas bit omegas they claimed, not normal wolves.

I could not bite him there.

Sharp talons dig into my skin, forcing my eyes to open and meet Hagen’s as he clutches my forearm. My cock bucks inside of him, leaking as the pain makes my balls clench. Never letting me go, Hagen drags me forward until my entire body crouches over his, my canines hovering just over his neck.

He doesn’t say anything; he can’t because words are as distant for him as they are for me.

He holds my gaze even as I thrust into him, even as his talons tear me open. He stares at me, demanding what he should not want.

But he does want it.

He wants it, even knowing it’s wrong and likely won’t take, he doesn’t care. He wants it just as badly as I do.

Snarling, I press him back down to the bed, plastering his face and keeping him there with the hand I spread over his neck before I sink my canines into his nape.

Hagen whimpers, the sound a broken shriek that pierces my chest as he stills beneath me. He sounds like a wounded animal, one on the edge of something awful, only I would never hurt him, never. He doesn’t move, knowing its dangerous with him so vulnerable, even with my magic.

Twitching beneath me, I feel his every strained pant as my essence fills him, and finally— the raw hunger always waiting at the surface is sated.

He’s mine— completely mine like this, and if I had to bite him like an omega every time I fucked him, then I would.

Canines deep, I rock my hips, driving him into the bed with shallow thrusts that send pleasure racing down my spine. It’s heightened now, somehow even stronger, like it’s flowing through my own veins.

Hagen whines and my fingers tingle. He clenches around me, and I’m drowning in his mind and mine.

There’s no line between us. If there ever was, it’s wiped out forever.

He’s mine.

I spill inside of him, the cum leaking from me without any warning, and Hagen takes it all, moaning beneath me as it fills him up.

I cum inside of him, take him over and over again, just as I’d promised, and I don’t stop.

I don’t know if I can.

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I am a new woman… I am… a new woman

Nikola.

Amorenia.

No thoughtssss just Nikola Amorenia

The bites. the fucking bites

oh my God. I haven’t felt this in a minute – oh my god

um, do ya’ll have thoughts?

Idk

yeah

Bye humans!