Page 17 of Echo and the Homicidal Sea Panda

“That’sa gorgeousass you’ve got there,” Mael murmured. He rubbed his cock against Echo’s hole again, taking his fucking time. “Seems almost a shame to mark it up.” He swatted it again, drawing a sob from Echo. “But I can’t help myself.”

“Stop teasing me… Are you going to fuck me or not?”

Mael stilled. “What’s the rush,pepi?”He chuckled. “I like to play with my food.”

Before Echo could ask the meaning of that, Mael moved away from him. He strained to look over his shoulder and watched in panic as the orca knelt beside the bed. He was tugged closer to the edge seconds before Mael’s tongue swiped through his slick and circled his hole.

Echo’s body trembled violently at the intimate caress of tongue against his puckered flesh.

“Oh,pepi,you tastesogood.”

Mael grabbed his ass cheeks and opened them wide before feasting on him, rimming the edge with an expert tongue. His beard tickled the inside of Echo’s cheeks, scratchy and rough. When that tongue slipped inside him, Echo’s hands fisted in the comforter, all the air knocked from his lungs. He couldn’t breathe, his lungs burning. When he finally gasped and dragged in a breath, he came on the spot, his cock jerking under him, completely untouched.

His body shuddered as cum shot out in thick ropes and a cry tore from his lips. Not once did Mael pause his attentions between Echo’s cheeks. He feasted on Echo through the orgasm and didn’t show signs of stopping when it was over.

“Tooooo… it’s too much,” Echo muttered, trying to pull away.

Mael wouldn’t let him go. He kept up the onslaught until Echo was moaning and pushing back against his tongue. Then and only then did he pull away.

“Was that good for you,pepi?”

Pepi was the Maori word for baby. He wasn’t sure if that’s what Mael was speaking, but he sensed it was. If he was right, it held a whisper of intimacy that exceeded what two natural born enemies could share in one night.

Echo felt a tether pull between them but knew he had to be imagining it. It was pure fantasy of his own design. He was long starved for affection and love. He couldn’t confuse Mael’s lust for either of those emotions. Even if he was right and therewassomething drawing them together, it couldn’t be, so why torment himself.

He also couldn’t forget the man behind him was a stone-cold killer. Echo was already tempting fate just by letting Mael into his bed. More wasn’t happening.

“Yeah,”he whispered. “That was… good.”Understatement of the year.A simple rim job had shattered Echo into pieces—but then calling what Mael had done with his lips and tongue simple wasn’t fair either.

Mael climbed back onto the bed, the head of his cock pressing against one of Echo’s ass cheeks before he paused. “I think you might be ready for me now,pepi.”He chuckled. “Or have I already ruined you for the night?”

Echo shook his head and rose back onto his knees. “Not even close.”

Mael climbed closer, his chest against Echo’s back. His hard shaft hung between Echo’s ass, still throbbing.

He pressed a kiss to Echo’s earlobe. “You ready for what comes next?”

“Yeah,” Echo breathed out.

“Do I need to use protection?”

Shifters couldn’t catch human STIs. Their only concern was pregnancy.

“I just ovulated a couple of weeks ago. I won’t again for several months,” Echo replied. “You can’t get me pregnant.”

Mael slid one hand around Echo’s throat, nearly circling it. He mimicked the hold from the stairs, tight but still allowed Echo to breathe well enough.

Echo was brought right back there, the fear and the desire he’d felt hanging above the stairs in Mael’s hold. Hunger quickly rose. Mael propped himself on one arm and his knees, rolling his hips to rub his cock against Echo’s hole.

Echo rocked back against him, the need to have that shaft stretch him wide the only thing he could focus on. He might die if he didn’t get it. The head sank into him an inch before sliding out… and back in. It took Echo a few seconds to realize one hand was on his neck… one was on the bed beside him… and Mael’s hips barely moved.

“You have control in human form?” Echo asked, eyes wide.

In their marine form, Orcas and dolphins had prehensile penises—be they shifter or not. Their cocks could grip, coil, and move independently. It was basically a tentacle without the suckers. Dolphins hadn’t carried that into their human shape, but it seemed orcas might have.

Mael’s cock slipped out of him and then slithered forward before curling around Echo’s thickening shaft. He grew hard almost instantly, wild fantasies circling in his mind with what that cock could do.

“Oh, fuck,”Echo muttered, his entire body shaking.

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