Fumbling Towards Ecstacy
Day 8: Breeding
A shiver runs down Gabriel's spine as cold, smooth scales twine themselves over his wrists, obediently pressed together against the curve of his spine. Once they stop slithering and settling into place, he carefully tests the strength of his makeshift binds, mindful of potentially hurting them. There's just enough give to adjust the positioning of his arms, but nowhere near enough to wriggle free.
The mattress beneath his knees dips, as the weight of the prime soul just behind him shifts from one side to the other. A leg nudges his own further to the right, spreading him wider. He buries his helm deeper into the mattress, reminding himself to steady his breathing.
"Thou art so tempting, my dove." Minos purrs, a single finger teasingly, tantalizingly running down the center of his humid folds. Heat trails in the wake of his touch, and an unexpected throb wracks his frame.
(It had been Minos's suggestion after he had confessed to this... obscene want. A sprinkle of glittering, violet dust into piping hot mugs, followed by Minos's broad back against his own as they drank facing away from one another; the soothing and bitter taste of green tea on his palate had aided greatly in calming any remaining nerves.)
They've barely even begun, yet already he's so terribly sensitive. The king's digit trails even lower, brushing over his hooded clit with the most featherlight of touches.
"Minos... " he begs, hips jolting but held in place by a firm hand on his ass. "Don't--don't tease me like this."
The pressure on the fleshy pearl only increases, his clever fingers rolling over it in languid circles. He struggles to press down harder into the touch. A deep, amused chuckle erupts from the prime soul, and the sound alone is enough to send sparks lancing up Gabriel's spine.
"Tease?" He murmurs, his tone mockingly offend. "My dove, I am merely warming thee up."
And then Minos leans in, a single droplet of black ichor landing upon the archangel's skin and rolling over his tensing shoulder. His rumbling growl burrows deep into Gabriel's center.
"But if thou art that eager to be bred... "
Gabriel's entire body seems to jump in Minos's grip in answer. They've discussed this already. It's not possible. At least, not right now it isn't. But oh, the intent behind those words, the thought of his core being flooded with the other man's seed until-
He's given little warning when Minos pulls away to line himself up. The first pulses of heat crawl across his flesh, and then center in his belly like a heavy, glowing coal. Gabriel presses back the best he can, into the iron grip of the hands coaxing his thighs open as far as they can go.
"Please... " he whimpers. "M-Minos..."
Once, twice he rubs his cock along Gabriel's dripping folds, gathering slick at the tip. And then, in one harsh thrust, Minos slides as far inside of him as he can. Lights burst behind his eyes as the sudden stretch burns him, head spinning from the sheer feeling of fullness that tempers the pain.
"Oh, Gabriel... " Minos coos to him, and the growl beneath his tone makes him shudder. "Always, thine body is true heaven."
His dick grinds deep inside him, oh so deep; so far in, surely he must be close to—to—
And then Minos pulls out, nearly to the tip, before slamming back in once more at the hilt. Each thrust punches the air right out of Gabriel's lungs, scattering any and all thought before they can properly form. He can't move; he can only lay there and take it.
Any remaining aches quickly melt into searing warmth, spreading across his body in steady pulses. One hand releases his hip and lands beside his head as it attempts to burrow into the mattress. Black tendrils begin to caress his shoulders, leaving thin trails of ichor upon his flesh.
"I wonder," Minos's voice is like honey to his ears. "How many times must I fill thine cunt, before it takes?"
Gabriel's walls squeeze Minos, as if some primal part of him is eager to find out. The bulk of Lust's Ruler above him shudders almost violently. A moan rumbles against Gabriel's back before he picks up the pace, driving into the archangel with a fervor that bordered on desperate.
It's too much, too quickly. Like kindling ignited by sparks, heat coils in his gut and spreads in tingling waves across his flesh. Every inch of his skin where they meet is suddenly that much more sensitive. He won't last.
"Minos, Minos... fuck, please!"
"Come for me, my dove."
The thread snaps. White hot euphoria crashes down on him, radiating out from his twisting core. He's thrown to the farthest reaches of Heaven, and then yanked back down into Hell without mercy. And right then, Minos lets out a gasping cry, burying himself as far into the archangel as he can go.
Molten heat spills into Gabriel, into his core. The sound that erupts from him is barely human, clamping down on Minos. A breathy grunt follows, the prime soul eagerly rutting inside him. He throbs over and over, milking the husk's thick cock for all it's worth.
Gabriel comes down to a haze rolling over his mind, heady and heavy. Any soreness he may have felt is quickly swept away by the feeling of Minos's dick hardening again, buried still in his pussy.
"More--please," Arousal washes over him again like a breaking ocean wave, radiating from where molten heat sits heavily in his core. "Minos, give me more... "
He swallows around the saliva pooling in his mouth, sucking in air desperately as the sinful concoction they had both consumed not thirty minutes prior begins to overtake him in full.
"Breed me... "
Fingers dig into his flesh, and Minos grinds into his pussy in languid movements before he continues the rough pace from mere moments ago. Gabriel muffles his moan into the duvet below. It's like being consumed with invisible flames that ignite every one of his nerves. Between the aphrodisiac clearly beginning to kick in, and the way the prime soul fucks his first release farther and farther into him, any oversensitivity Gabriel may have been experiencing is swiftly forgotten.
Minos's voice floats somewhere above him, already sounding out-of-breath.
"Thou art taking my seed so well." He murmurs, his hands greedily massaging every inch of Gabriel's thighs and ass as his thrusts steady out again. One trails over his abdomen, palm gently cupping the flesh there. "I eagerly await the day thine belly swells with my child."
A filthy moan tears from his throat. Minos's hips stutter as he clenches down from the thought. Gabriel can picture it clear as day, his fantasies feeding the relentless fire. It coils tighter and tighter, his core starts to twist with sheer, throbbing need.
"Fill me, please, Minos--" More. He needs more. "Use me--breed me, please... "
"I will fill thee," A brutal thrust steals away any further pleas. "Thou will grow heavy with young, and I will keep thee filled; keep thee here for me to use at my own leisure."
His second release slams into him unexpectedly, a shout escaping him as he goes blind for a moment. Minos growls, his other hand pinning him to the bed, and his hips piston in and out of the archangel with a rising ferocity.
"Thou art simply a--hhn--bitch to be bred," the heel of his palm finds Gabriel's clit, and he's gone again, barely after the second subsides. "Naught more than a—a whore to break in."
"Mi--Mmm-Mi... " He can't even get his mouth around the other man's name. Gabriel's eyes roll back, mind pleasantly empty. The prime soul's thrusts become uneven, frantic. He's never heard Minos sound so wrecked.
"Ah—Ah! Gabriel!"
Another thick, hot rush of liquid fire floods into Gabriel, and he barely registers how Minos keeps fucking him through his own orgasm. Massive hands take either side of Gabriel's waist, and then he's bearing down on him, gravity aiding the strength of each iron thrust. He can hardly think over the noise in his head, the sensation of being filled, and how hot it all feels inside of him. He can't even come down, not with the way Minos rails him into the mattress like a man possessed.
Gabriel comes again right as a third release unexpectedly floods into him, right as Minos lets loose a broken cry. It's so much, so good, and makes him feel so full. Wet warmth spills out around Minos's cock and rolls down his thighs. It just doesn't seem to end; how can he keep coming this much?
And then finally, for just a minute, the endless waves of ecstasy slow. It gives Gabriel time to breathe, to regain some semblance of thought. Minos trembles against him, slowly straightening up. His hands tenderly squeeze at the archangel's sweaty flesh, massaging it with his palms.
"Art thou alright?" His normally smooth voice is utterly ruined, and the sound alone wracks Gabriel's spine with a shudder.
The archangel barely manages a nod, paired with a breathy, affirmative hum.
"I-I'm okay... " He answers faintly, and he senses Minos relaxing a little further.
"Good."
Like a rising tide, the heat begins to return, prompting a heated throb that has Gabriel clenching down on Minos with a growing hunger. The heady fog rolls through his shivering body, and swiftly clouds his mind once more.
"More..." He demands mindlessly. "I need more..."
"Fret not, my dove," Minos murmurs. Black ooze splatters onto Gabriel's back in steady droplets. The prime soul rolls his impossibly still-hard cock against Gabriel's sensitive inner walls, and for a moment, white sparks blind him.
"I am nowhere near done with thee..."
