Page 13 of Mink Hijinks
“Baby, I got you,” he replies, his voice low and husky as he adds another finger, curling them just right. I cry out, lost in the sensation, the world outside the cabin fading away until all that exists is him and me.
The pressure builds within me, each thrust of his fingers pushing me closer to the edge. “Aaron, I?—”
“Not yet, darlin’” he cuts me off softly, moving his fingers faster. My body responds immediately, the heat pooling deep within me as I writhe in pleasure.
“Please,” I beg, desperate. “I need you inside me.”
He pulls his fingers out, and there’s a moment of emptiness before he positions himself at my entrance. My breath hinges. This is it.
“You ready?” he asks.
I nod, breathless.
With a gentle push, he enters me, stretching me in the most exquisite way. I gasp, my body instinctively clenching around him as he sinks deeper. The feeling is intoxicating, and I can’t help but moan his name, “Aaron.”
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he groans, his hands gripping my hips as he begins to move. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure rippling through me, building and building until I’m a whimpering mess beneath him.
“More,” I plead, my voice hoarse with need. I’m lost in him, in the way he fills me up, in the connection we share that goes beyond the physical. “Fuck me. Harder!”
“Just like that, darlin’, let me hear you,” he encourages breathlessly, his rhythm steady and deep. I unravel, the pressure inside me coiling tighter as he pushes me closer to the edge.
With each thrust, I teeter on the brink, the world around me disappearing until it’s just us. “Aaron, I’m?—”
“I know, baby, I know,” he whispers, his breath hot against my skin. “Let go.”
With a final thrust, I explode, a wave of pleasure crashing over me as I cry out his name, my body trembling around him. The intensity takes my breath away. My cum covers the nest below and I don’t care about the mess for once. Aaron continues to fuck me, he nibbles my neck. My body already needs more and more.
“Want my knot?” Aaron asks through gritted teeth.
“Yes. More than anything. I need your knot!” My ass clenches around him and he moans out. His knot expands my hole and I can barely breathe. He’s bigger than my knotting dildo. Bigger than anything I’ve ever taken, and it’s amazing. “Fuck,” I whimper and sigh. “Perfect. Perfect.”
Aaron wraps his arms around me as he continues to thrust while locked inside me. “You’re so perfect,” he murmurs, as he pets my back, my hips, my shoulders. We’re locked together, and he shifts us, so we’re spooning in the tub again.
“This is just the beginning,” I pant, knowing how much more intense things are going to get.
AARON
“Please! I need more!” Pax cries, and my heart aches. I don’t know how to help him. We’re both exhausted, but I think we’re getting close to the end of his Heat, it’s just wildly intense.
I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. Pax’s pleading cries echo through the bathroom, each one tugging at my heart. I know he’s exhausted, but his Heat is relentless, demanding more from both of us. I glance at the array of toys scattered around the nest and an idea forms in my mind.
I pick up one of the larger dildos, positioning it securely on the edge of the tub. Pax watches me with glazed, desperate eyes, his body trembling with need. I help him straddle the toy, lowering him gently onto it. He gasps, his head falling back on my shoulder as he takes it in. I give him a moment to adjust, then slowly help him ride the dildo.
His moans fill the room full of pleasure and desperation. I position myself behind him, my own arousal pressing insistently against his backside. I guide myself into him, feeling the tight squeeze of his body around me.
Pax cries out. “Yes, Fuck! Aaron! More!” he begs, his voice raw from begging for days on end. I move, thrusting into him while he continues to ride the dildo. The sensation isoverwhelming, the tightness and the friction driving me to the brink almost too soon.
The primal urge to knot him grows stronger with each thrust. Pax’s pleas grow more desperate, his body writhing against mine. “Please, Aaron! Knot me!” he cries out, his voice breaking.
I can’t hold back any longer. With a final, deep thrust, my knot swells, locking us together. Pax cries out, his body convulsing with the force of his orgasm. I hold him close, my own release washing over me in waves of pleasure, filling the knotting condom no doubt to its capacity.
We stay like that, locked together, our bodies trembling with the aftershocks of our shared climax. Pax’s breathing slowly returns to normal, his body relaxing against mine. I press gentle kisses to his shoulder. “Such a perfect Omega,” I say.Myperfect Omega.
As my knot finally begins to recede, I carefully help Pax off the dildo and into a more comfortable position in the nest. He looks up at me with tired but satisfied eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. “Thank you,” he whispers, his voice soft with gratitude. “Thank you. Thank you.”
I smile back. “Anytime, Pax.” In this moment, I would do anything to make sure he’s taken care of.
PAX
