it gave me an idea. I reached out like Kazimir’s hand had, softly, sensuously. I didn’t try to spear my consciousness into his. Instead, I offered a connection. Stuff came tumbling down the line, the smell of me, something way richer and more complex than I’d realised. The feel of my body, the way my skin gave under his fingers, spurring desperately hard, thrusting thoughts. His mind took the small bits of sensory information and spun them out exponentially. His lips on my skin, watching me sleep, the room full of a drowsy languidness that came from being well satisfied, smiling at him as I held his hand, someone stroking his long pale hair, a dark hand encircling his cock as I got to my knees to…
Nero… I suggested. Show me Nero.
There had been a sweet indolence about Kazimir’s thoughts before I pushed, which was abruptly ripped away. I whined in the back of my throat as memories slammed into me, a gush of slick telling me exactly how I felt about it.
They were naked, so many naked men, cocks rigid and twitching in the air, but it was Nero and Kazimir we focussed on. The tiger shifter jumped as Nero slapped his hand down on his shoulder, slicking his dick with lube, then he squirted some more into his palm to work it into Kazimir. The man groaned as he felt the smooth fluid brush his hole, something that became drawn out and hopeless sounding as he speared his fingers in.
Nero’s ability to find his prostate was unmatched. Every damn time, he hit that bunch of muscle hard, forcing Kazimir’s cock to leak out onto the floor, growing impossibly harder. He spread his legs further, something that drew an appreciative grunt from the lion shifter. He loved it when his lovers opened for him, inviting him in. That hot, sweet ache flared hard, his hand dropping down to encircle his dick, but Nero growled.
“Hands on the wall, Kaz.” He heard Nero’s chuckle when a low moan escaped his lips. “I’ll look after you. You know that.”
Kazimir gritted his teeth as he felt the fingers pulled from him, hating the loss, then his back tightened when he felt something big and blunt nudging at him to replace it.
“Shh…” Nero said, rubbing his back. “Deep breath in, then out again.”
This was always the hard part, the best part. That prickling feeling as Nero opened him up, pain and pleasure spiking in his balls and flaring out. He felt a wash of heat all over his body, sweat beading as his breath came in pants. He longed to stroke his dick, distract himself, anything to alleviate the intense feelings racking his body, but Nero prided himself on giving him hands free orgasms. “You’re doing so well,” Nero murmured, stroking his spine, then as Kazimir’s breath kept coming in short, sharp pants, he purred.
“God’s teeth….” Kazimir moaned, his head hanging forward, his body gone limp as the heavy vibrations racked Nero’s body and his. They were centred right where he needed it, his prostate a throbbing, pulsing nodule that just seemed to grow. When the other man pushed his dick in further, Kazimir pushed back against it, needing, wanting him as deep as he could go. Because when he was buried deep, that long, thick dick rubbed so fucking good.
“Fuck me…” he pleaded. “Fuck me.”
“That’s it, baby. I got what you need.”
And he did just that.
I had to fight to pull my consciousness out of the sexual haze, as it took a serious effort to do so. When pulled in, I hopped from head to head, feeling what the participants felt and getting lost in the sensory carpet. But I didn’t need to be any more turned on. I had that in spades, and unfortunately, taking a lot of dick and watching the men do the same wasn’t going to get us out of here. I watched Nero destroy Kazimir with brutal strokes, the two of them a picture of savage beauty and thought.
When I made adjustments to animals, I took their natural instincts and redirected it along the lines the owners wanted. Like, I couldn’t make an animal hate a master it loved, at least I didn’t think I could, but I could amplify instincts and patterns of behaviour to mute less desirable ones.
So it occurred to me that I wasn’t going to be successful in making Kazimir walk around clucking like a chicken, but that I could try to redirect him