Page 117 of My Revenant
“Are you attached to this underwear for any reason?”
“What do you mean?” he asked, already sounding breathy and hoarse, his voice slow, like it took a lot of effort for him to string the words together.
“I mean, do you care about them?”
“I… no? Ah!”
Fingers through fabric, I tore a hole down the center, enough to expose him to me without needing to remove them.
“Fuck,” he whimpered, hips twitching as his cock sought friction and was denied any.
Then I was reaching for the lube, slicking up my fingers and circling his rim through the threads. “Open for me,” I demanded, and he did, hissing through his teeth as I pressed one inside down to the knuckle. Jonah adapted quickly, and one finger soon became two, and then three. This part of him remembered my touch and yielded to it easily.
When he was sufficiently stretched, I pulled out of him and grabbed at his bound wrists, yanking him up from the sheets and pushing him forward until the dildo on the headboard was in front of his face. “Suck.”
Jonah made a whining sound, but he did as I told him. Lips parted hesitantly as he took the tip of the silicone dick into his mouth. I gave him a moment to get used to it, and then I was pushing him forward, until the dildo hit the back of his throat and his whole body convulsed as he gagged. I pulled him back. Jonah coughed and sputtered, but he didn’t let go of the belt, and when I pushed him forward again, he didn’t fight me, opening his lips more eagerly this time.
“That’s it. Suck that cock. Pretend it’s mine.”
Jonah muffled a groan, sucking more eagerly.
“It’s not enough for you, is it? You want mine as well, don’t you?”
I pulled him back, the silicone slipping from his lips as he strained to reach it again. But I’d asked him a question, and I expected an answer.
Switching to holding both his arms with one hand, I used the other to plunge three fingers inside him, curling them until I found the spot he was most sensitive and he moaned like a filthy whore.Myfilthy whore.
“This mouth is cock hungry too. Tell me. Beg for my dick, baby.”
“Yes,” he cried out. “P-please, I want your cock too. Please, please, please! Fuck me with your cock too! I need it!”
Fuuuuck. His needy voice sparked something primal inside me. Something more beast than man. I wanted to drag this out longer, but I was powerless to resist that siren song.
Letting him down onto the mattress again, I reached for the lube and slicked myself up further, keeping his ass up and presented to me as I notched my cock against his slick hole. Jonah was alreadytrying to push against me, desperate for me to get inside him, the piercing and tip popping inside, and then we both groaned loudly as I slid home.
“Fuuuck, Rabbit. You feel so good. So perfect for me.”
I gripped his hips, giving him a few thrusts, hard and fast. And then I was grabbing his wrists again, pulling him back up and into position, the dildo at his lips cutting off a moan as he took it in. With a cock in both ends, my thrusts pushed his body forward and my hands yanked him back, the motion fucking the dildo in and out of his mouth.
I couldn’t fuck him as hard as I wanted to—I had to watch his hands, had to hold him steady so I didn’t hurt him with the toy in his throat, had to pull him back enough to breathe. But Jonah trusted me completely. His body was tight and warm, clenching and twitching around me in pleasure, but he was also relaxed, open, unguarded.
I continued, holding myself back so I could hold him safely. We found a rhythm, a balance, and while it didn’t yet satisfy the primal beast inside me, it was enough to send Jonah over the edge. His body tightened and shook as he came, his cry choked off by the toy until I pulled him off it and let him fall onto the mattress again.
Now it was my turn. His ass was still presented so beautifully, still swallowing my cock like that was its only purpose. I pulled out to tear his ruined underwear off the rest of the way, the fabric torn and soaked with his cum. I didn’t give him a moment to recover before I balled them up and shoved them into his mouth. His eyes widened as the taste of cotton and his own cum hit his tongue.
His face was already a mess of tears and spit, and with the ruined underwear serving as his new gag, he looked thoroughly ruined. I turned him onto his side, so I wouldn’t have to worry about him not being able to breathe and I could still see his hands holding the belt, then I took what I wanted.
Jonah’s leg rose up in my hold as I plunged back inside him, his sobs muffled but still loud. This time I held nothing back, letting the beast inside me take control and ravage him. My cock pistoned hard and fast into his oversensitive body. Fresh tears streamed down his cheeks. The force of my thrusts jolted his body up the mattress only for me to yank him back to me again. Still he didn’t let go of the belt.
Harder. Faster. More.
I gave him everything, until the heated bliss that had been building, building, building inside me reached a breaking point, and I slammed into his depths a final time, my cock kicking as I unloaded. Cum marking him as mine. Satisfying the beast. Even more so as Jonah’s cock spurted again in a second orgasm.
I reached up to pull the wet fabric out of his mouth, and we both fought to catch our breath again.
“Are you okay?” I panted softly, my body feeling so heavy after my release.
“I’m perfect.” His voice was quiet and raspy, but his smile was genuine and easy.
