Where the Devil Says Goodnight (Folk Lore #1) - K.A. Merikan Page 0,143
leathery touch was an unexpected turn-on, and Emil clutched at Adam’s pecs, keeping their gazes locked.
“You saved my life, but yeah, I guess you’ll have some groveling to do.” But the truth was that he had already forgiven Adam. The proof of Adam’s love was in the body he would now have to live in.
Emil moaned when Adam teased his cock, but he couldn’t focus until he got a better look at what hid between the hairy legs.
Adam’s muzzle twisted into a predatory smile when he noticed Emil’s interest. His nostrils flared as he took another whiff of Emil’s hair, but he sat back, presenting Emil with a huge cock emerging from the thick hair around his thighs and abdomen.
Emil stiffened, for a moment tempted to close his thighs, but as he studied the erect dick, marveling at the head and its dark pink color, he found that it wasn’t as enormous as the rest of Chort. In fact, it was more like a really, really big human cock than something from the erotic pictures of monsters that circulated in parts of the Internet.
Which was a relief.
Emil licked his lips. “What do you—?”
Adam rolled him over to his stomach with such ease Emil’s heart began pounding in response to the vast difference in their physical strength. He liked to think of himself as a tough guy who never retreated, but Adam’s confidence was like the sweetest honey, and had him arching his back in excitement. The jacket Adam had given him wasn’t long enough to cover his ass, and he pushed his hips out, hyper aware of the obscene view he was offering his lover.
Still, unease clutched at his nape as the hard length rubbed his crack, but Adam soothed him with the touch of his hot tongue sliding under Emil’s collar. They’d barely done anything yet, but Emil already felt taken as he unzipped and tossed away the jacket.
Adam’s breath teased the exposed skin, but when his muzzle trailed between Emil’s shoulder blades, Emil’s dick twitched, begging for a touch.
“I’ll feast on you every night,” Adam whispered.
The ground was no longer cold, and the rocks and leaves under Emil’s knees and palms caused no discomfort. All he wanted was proof that they could still connect, still love one another the way they had the previous morning. “And you won’t even need to eat my heart.”
“No. I can consume you in other ways. Such delicious ways,” Adam whispered, rocking his body over Emil’s and pressing his cock against his ass time and time again. His soft face moved along Emil’s shoulder, but then he pulled on Emil’s hair and rubbed his nose against the exposed neck, sniffing loudly.
“Do it,” Emil rasped despite fear buzzing in his veins. He was too far gone to care. It had been a while since he bottomed, but all he wanted was to feel Adam close, to have him inside. The giant arms, the dense fur, the claws, were all new, yet the bond they shared felt ancient. As if they’d been destined for one another before birth and would stay together even years after death.
Adam trembled over him and retreated, but before Emil could have complained over the loss of warmth, the big hands grabbed his hips, and Adam’s long, hot tongue dove between Emil’s buttocks, causing his mind to melt as if it were overflowing with mulled wine and honey.
Lust washed through his body like a tropical wave, and he clutched at the dead leaves as the slippery, agile tongue teased him without mercy. It pushed inside, drilling its way deeper until he could barely think and let his face drop into the fragrant moss.
His mind was soaked with joy, as if he’d got drunk and forgot that pain and suffering were still in existence somewhere beyond this perfect moment. Chort would keep him safe from now on. He’d consume the bad luck that had plagued Emil all his life and love him until neither of them remembered how loneliness felt.
He let out a broken sound when the fur-covered arms circled his waist, but any and all thoughts drowned in hot molasses when the hard cock nudged his entrance.
“Yes,” he mumbled, dizzy from anticipation. His knees were stuck in mud and leaves, but he wouldn’t swap their natural bed for Egyptian cotton. This moment was primal, thrilling, and exactly what it should be.
Adam was Chort, the god of these lands, and Emil would be his lover.