Page 116 of Feral Werewolves

I moaned and lathed him all over, sucking one ball into my mouth while he swore under his breath and then the other.

“You’ve done horrible fucking things, Lazarus,” he said. “All you deserve is this, and we both know it.”

My cock spasmed in this way where it practically felt like I came, but nothing came out. I screamed into his crotch.

Suddenly, I tucked the head of him into my mouth and sucked hard on the head of him.

He let out a shout. “Baby, it’s all there, it’s all there. You just do your penance, make me come, and then—”

I stuffed my mouth full of him, all the way down my throat. I swallowed the head of his cock.

He shrieked.

He came.

My throat was full of his release, and I choked and gagged and struggled to swallow all of him.

He stroked my hair, the back of my neck, whispering nonsense words to me, soothing words, praise and my name and the word “good” and the word “right.”

Tears were streaming down my face, but that might have been from having a cock shoved down my throat.

I rocked off of him, onto my knees, wrung out, looking up at him in the darkness like he was everything.

He touched my face. He brushed at my tears with both of his thumbs. “Lazarus,” he breathed in this soft, soft voice I’d only ever heard him use with Paladin. “Lazarus, baby.”

I shuddered. A sob welled up in me.

“Lie down,” he told me in that same gentle voice. “Go lie on your back on your bed now.”

I shuffled up to obey, my head spinning. I felt lightheaded.

When he touched my cock, the sob came out.

It felt like the warmest, pinkest, safest soft blanket. He was gentle as he rubbed the copious pre-come I’d apparently been leaking like a sieve all over the head of my cock.

I sobbed again.

“Shh,” he whispered. “Let go, let it all go.”

It built like sweet pressure. It released easy, waves of brightness going all through me, my muscles relaxing—muscles I hadn’t known were tense. I felt in it my neck and my shoulders and my forearms and my thighs.

When I was done coming, I was jelly on the bed, moretears slipping down my cheeks. I moaned.

He held my cock gently in his fist. Little tremors went through it and he gave me tiny answering squeezes, which were almost too much. Almost.

I shut my eyes.

“Scoot,” he grunted.

I did.

He arranged himself next to me in the bed. I rolled over and pressed my wet face into his bare chest.

He kissed the crown of my head, where my hair met my forehead. “You’re not allowed to be embarrassed,” he told me.

I laughed. I tilted my head back, offering my lips.Kiss me, please kiss me,I begged silently.

He did. He kissed my mouth and then both of my cheeks and then the tip of my nose. “Better,” he pronounced.

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