Page 18 of Echo and the Homicidal Sea Panda

“I guess that means dolphinscan’tin human form?”

“No,” Echo spat. “We can’t.”

Mael chuckled against his ear, the sound much too smug. “Well, you’ve got the slit. We don’t.”

Echo closed his eyes, thankful for the slit and its protection. “My slit’s painfully sensitive to touch.” He warned. “You can touch my cock, but don’t go lower.”

“Whatever you wish,pepi,”Mael whispered, kissing his earlobe again.

That fucking endearment was going to be the end of him. It blurred the line Echo was frantically holding on to between lust and… more than lust. Even saying the word felt too dangerous.

Mael’s cock slid back and then speared him again, but only a few inches. The stretch burned a little, but he liked the tingle of it. The next thrust went an inch or two deeper, and the pain increased ever so slightly, but not more than he could handle. The next thrust of Mael’s thick cock hurt. Echo whined, cringing against the sting of it.

Mael paused inside Echo, just behind that point of pain. He released his hold on Echo’s neck, too—whichwasn’tappreciated.

“We’ve got all night,pepi.You tell me when you’re ready for a little more,” Mael whispered against his ear. “And it’s okay if you’re not. This is far enough for us both to feel good.”

Echo frowned, the considerate lover behind him vastly different from the predator who’d terrorized him seconds before. His heart clenched, the sappy fool that he was.

He’s a stone-cold killer, not my lover.

Echo couldn’t let his guard down. Not for a minute.

It was one fuck. Nothing more.

One taboo, against-the-rules fuck between natural enemies and then they were done.

“I want more,” Echo murmured, shuddering. If he only got one night to break the rules, he wanted as much of Mael as he could get.

Mael laid a gentle kiss on Echo’s cheek before his cock slowly burrowed deeper. The second Echo winced in pain, he froze.

“That’s all of it,pepi,”Mael whispered against his ear. “You took it all, little dolphin.” He laid a soft kiss to Echo’s forehead. “I’m so proud of you… you took every last inch of me.”

Mael’s cock throbbed before it hardened to stone inside him.

Echo gasped. “What was that?”

“Time to play as a human now,” Mael murmured before moving back. He gripped Echo’s hips before sliding halfway out… and returning home with a firm, but gentle thrust.

Echo moaned, sliding one hand farther in front of him to help prevent him from skidding forward on the next. Mael reared again and sank back deep.

“You still okay?” Mael asked.

“I’m fine… shut up and fuck me harder.”

Mael chuckled before rewrapping a hand around Echo’s throat.“That’swhat I was waiting to hear.”

The tender lover vanished in an instant. While part of Echo was sad to see him go, he wanted rough. He wanted hard.

He wanted the predator.

Mael set a harsh pace, holding firm and feeding his cock deep. Echo whimpered with every hard thrust, overpowered and completely at Mael’s mercy. As the hand tightened around his throat, breathing grew a little more difficult. The strangling sensation was a kink he’d only tried once before with a trusted partner—not a murderous stranger. The first time had been awkward and unsatisfying, his bedmate afraid to go too far. Mael seemed to know where the boundary lay without being told.

Maybe it was even a tiny bit over the line, but close enough that Echo wasn’t fighting it. Any more and he would. He gasped, growing lightheaded. Reaching down, he grasped his cock and stroked himself, racing toward the abyss. His body was one raw nerve, pulsing and alive like it had never been before.

Mael stiffened behind him, pausing for a half second. A roar tore from his lips the same moment his dick spasmed inside Echo. As the first hot jet of seed warmed his insides, Echo tensed and followed behind. He orgasmed for the second time, screaming as he shot his load onto the comforter again, his hand growing slick with cum. Mael pulled his hand from Echo’s neck, allowing a full breath.

In the aftermath, they remained joined, both panting and gasping for air. Echo rested on his elbows and knees, his hole still spasming around Mael’s pulsing cock. His body felt liquid and boneless—and more alive than it had in…well,ever.

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