Page 92 of A Soul to Steal

He released his bite, pulling his head back to face his bat skull.

“I like it when you do that,” Aleron purred.

His lips curled in knowing humour. Oh yeah, he knew Aleron enjoyed being bitten as hard as Gideon could.

During the course of... who fucking knew, a day? This Duskwalker had been an unstoppable, pumping force. Gideon couldn’t count the number of times both of them came, only to never truly be satisfied nor produce a drop of semen. Pressure built, but never eased. Since Gideon healed instantly, he never ran out of strength. His stamina was as unending as this life.

Considering how much Gideon enjoyed every second of it, he showed Aleron as many positions as he could. The Duskwalker didn’t particularly seem fond of being on his back due to his wings, but he did like wrapping them both in them. If they weren’t circled around Gideon, they were flared back, arching above them, and occasionally flapping with excitement.

He’d shown Aleron how far his legs could spread, which wasn’t too far considering he’d never been overly flexible due to the tightness and mass of his muscles.

Aleron did like lying on him though, to squeeze their bodies together. At one point, Gideon had been taken on his hands and knees, being slammed into wildly, and this big Duskwalker bore his weight down on him. Gideon’s knees had slipped out from under him, causing him to lie flat and be fucked into the ground.

The grass, usually scratchy and irritating, had been soft against his cock.

One vital and major detail mattered most, something wholly unique to Aleron.

Although the braids going down three sides of him felt wonderful, the two rings three-quarters of the way down his huge cock had Gideon seeing fuckingstars.

He wasn’t usually the type of person to have his eyes cross, or his head completely numb out, but the thick rings would deeply and intensely massage his prostate. No human dick could do that, and any pain or uncomfortableness was literally overtaken by the knee buckling, back arching, toe curling, groin tingling sensation.

Consistently, he’d been on cloud nine. Euphoria. A heaven made purely of Aleron’s cock ramming into him.

If Aleron were only part of the way in, his broad head would shove against that sweet spot, but if he were deep, that’s all Gideon would feel.

It absolutely wouldn’t have been wise to let Aleron be in complete control of speed, depth, or how hard his hips slammed if they’d been alive. A normal human absolutely wouldn’t have been able to handle a fraction of it. But Gideon wasn’t human or alive, so he just let the big guy go feral and Gideon enjoyed it as he did.

Gideon did explain that to Aleron, though – just in case in the future he needed it. For some reason, Aleron then slowed and softened his thrusts, as if to experiment with it, which had turned lustful fucking into a more... passionate session.

He’d also grown tired by that point.

Unlike Gideon, Alerondidneed to rest.

Holding Gideon as though he were a giant teddy bear, Aleron had slept with his wings swallowing them. It gave Gideon time to digest everything, often smirking to himself – or incidentally making himself hard.

Now, though, they lay naked, still intertwined and hidden within the darkness. Just like that human couple they’d spied on, they laughed, teased, and just... enjoyed each other’scompany. It reminded him of being buried under a blanket on a winter’s morning, waking up to the person one cared about most in the world, and spending time with them hidden away.

There was more of this realm to discover, but that could come later. Gideon was all for this bonding, and happy to remain here until Aleron grew bored and wished to wander.

At least, that’s what he’d thought.

Just as he reached down to tease Aleron’s seam, hoping to spur him into hardening, someone spoke from outside their cuddle.

“I leave for a few hours, and this is what my poor eyes are blessed with upon my return?” Weldir said, his tone stern but not giving away whether he approved or not.

Aleron squeezed his wings tighter. “Go away,” he lightly rumbled.

“Yeah, shoo, Mr dusty man! Or I’ll sic my giant feather duster on you,” Gideon chimed in. “We’ve had enough of your interruptions.”

Within the darkness, Aleron’s orbs flared bright yellow. “He is rather dusty.”

They both cackled.

“As much as I would prefer to leave you be, there is something I must discuss with Aleron. It is of great importance.”

Orbs fading to their normal pale-pink hue, Aleron blatantly peered down at Gideon. Why did he get the feeling the Duskwalker wanted to know what he thought?

Gideon rolled his eyes and let out a dramaticugh. “Fine!”

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