Cernunnos - 36. Chapter 36
Warning: sexual content (pretty much the whole chapter). Have fun!
He noticed Shea stopped breathing, but a heartbeat could still be felt. “Sheamus?”
The arms encompassing him tightened, bringing Cyn closer to the lycan.
“Are you sure? We can wait if you want.”
The deer was certain. Even though the time spent with Shea and the wolves was brief, he never felt happier. Compared to his life in the woods among his fellow deer, one was better than the other. Cyn knew what he asked for and his instincts finally agreed with him. I want him. I want to be Sheamus’. “I’m sure. Mate me.”
Shea’s chest rumbled, vibrating Cyn’s back. The buck sucked in air as the lycan whispered in his ear, “Before we start, you need to know I’ll be nipping at you. It won’t be to cause harm, but to please and mark you.”
Cyn whimpered as the rod poking his backside grew insistent. “Yes, do it.”
The warmth of Shea’s body left, only for Cyn to be forced on his back. He stared at the burly man kneeling at the foot of the bed. Laying there, the deer’s heart gained weight inside his chest. Shea was scanning him, from head to toe. Cyn felt he was on display for the wolf. Yes, but not like that! I’m… I’m offering myself to him.
A shift of weight brought Cyn back and Shea was towering over him. He whispered, “You’re so beautiful, Cyn. I knew the moment I saw you in the hospital… you would be mine. Mine to hold, cherish, and protect. I’m going to claim you. That means no one will dare try to flirt or take you from me. Should they try, I'll have their blood. Do you understand?”
Taking in the meaning behind a lycan mating, Cyn swallowed. He’d kill for me? “I… I don’t know if I can do the same.”
Shea’s finger landed softly on the cernunnos’ lips. “You don’t have to.”
The finger was replaced by a set of lips. Cyn gasped as they pressed themselves gracefully. He naturally matched every movement Shea made. Fingers laced his side, making his skin tingle. Something slippery ran across his mouth. Instinctively, he opened his, and Shea’s tongue made its new home.
A growl was unleashed. It shot down Cyn’s throat, vibrating every cell in his body. He latched onto Shea’s back and eliminated any space between the two. “Sheamus!”
His legs were parted by Shea’s knees, and an overwhelming sense of submission took over the deer. The desire to be beneath the wolf was unrivaled. The pressure on his lips was removed, but found a new home on the side of Cyn’s neck. His eyes rolled back into the back of his skull as Shea sucked hard. Another growl was met by a moan.
As warned, Shea playfully nibbled on him. The buck’s instinct was quick to respond, but the waves of pleasure were too strong. It feels so good! It doesn’t feel like he’s biting me. His thoughts were tossed aside as the lycan prodded Cyn’s clothed entrance. He threw his neck back, wanting more of anything the wolf had to offer.
Shea left a trail of licks in his path until he latched onto the buck’s nipple. The moist warmth forced a whimper, encouraging the wolf to circle his tongue across the sensitive area. While Shea toyed, Cyn found it hard to maintain a rhythm in his breathing. He could taste the lustful pheromones his boyfriend was emitting.
The wonderful torture did not last, as Shea lowered himself down further. Cyn couldn’t stray his eyes away as the man dug a finger under the boxer briefs’ waistband. “You’re all mine, Cyn. I want you all for myself.” He tugged, slipping the undergarments off as the deer lifted his hips. Hot breath encompassed Cyn’s manhood, sending another spike of pleasure throughout his veins.
Their gaze locked as Shea lapped Cyn’s balls, ending the stroke on the tip of his shaft. The deer was unable to formulate any form of noise. Only when Shea engulfed him did he find the energy to cry out, “Sheamus!”
Like the nipple play, it ceased. Shea placed his hands on the underside of Cyn’s knees and pushed them. “Hold them, little man. I’m going to get you ready for me.” When Cyn nodded, the wolf licked his lips, “Hold tight, you might like what I’m about to do.”
About to do? What’s he going to—
The familiar tongue struck again with a single swipe. Fulfilling Shea’s wishes, Cyn held onto his knees as his lungs stopped momentarily. Intrusive, yet gentle, the wolf explored him in ways Cyn thought to be unknown. Looking down, Shea’s eyes were unmoved, still staring at Cyn. A third growl punctured him, turning the buck to a puddle. “M-make me yours, Sheamus,” he whispered.
All movement halted. The tongue slowly retracted and Shea rose from his position. Leaning over Cyn’s body, he reached for the nightstand drawer and procured a small bottle. Squeezing a trivial amount onto his fingers, Shea rubbed them together and placed one on Cyn’s hole. “I’m going to press, baby. Make sure you’re breathing, okay? I don’t want to hurt you. If I am, tell me to stop.”
Cyn nodded, understanding the instruction, but his fears of unfamiliarity were attacking. I need to trust him. He wants to make sure I’m okay.
The slippery digit ran across the surface, only to become firm with its intention. Cyn was determined to continue with the preparations, regardless of what else may come. “Please, take me, Sheamus.”
His request was obliged. The finger intruded and Cyn moaned. He felt it going further, only to retract. When it repeated the pattern, the deer whimpered. Giving into the movements, Cyn’s breathing coordinated with Shea. Suddenly, the sensation vanished. He looked down to hear the snap of the bottle cap. The pressure returned, but with magnification.
Cyn hissed. Clenching his eyelids shut, he fought the pain.
“Breathe, my mate.”
The painful barging stopped, and Shea stretched his body over Cyn’s, passionately kissing him. As the tongue flicked against his, the fingers became less of an issue. Shea returned to his position and earned a nod from the deer.
The fingers rocked in place, neither escaping or burrowing. With Cyn’s ring relaxing, Shea removed himself and grasped the bottle again, “I’m going to make love to you, Cyn. I can’t tell you how much I love you.”
He watched as Shea palmed more of the slippery substance and stroked himself.
“I love you too, Sheamus,” Cyn couldn’t take his eyes off the wolf’s endearing stare, “You’ve been with me since the forest, and I can’t think of where I’d be without you.”
Shea closed the distance and prodded Cyn, “Let’s not think about that. I just want you here, with me, forever. You ready?”
Cyn nodded. He had never been more sure of anything before this moment. He wanted to belong to this lycan.
The wolf took hold of Cyn’s knees and cautiously pressed on. For the first few moments, Cyn kept his hands on Shea’s sides. The sharp pain made a reappearance, causing the deer to seethe and grip his boyfriend’s flesh. He rode the discomfort and nursed it with deep breaths. It hurts so much!
“I got you, Cyn. I won’t move until you want me to.”
Hearing the deep voice soothed him. Moving his hands to Shea’s chest worked as a distraction to some extent. When the pain was reduced, Cyn nodded, and was treated to more of the pleasant rocking motion. The pistoning was beyond gentle, and completely against everything Cyn knew about mating. Sheamus was right; it’s nothing like I thought it would be!
Shea’s hips landed, pressing against Cyn. With his legs being held in place, he looked at the man claiming him, “Sh-Sheamus?”
The lycan let down the deer’s legs and leaned in closer, almost within distance of kissing him, “That’s all of me, little man. You feel so amazing right now. So warm and tight.”
Shea’s tool felt snug and hot inside of him. The body weight on top of him was more than intoxicating. “It’s… so big.”
“I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“N-no! It feels good.”
“Kiss me, Cyn.”
Their lips met, but Cyn whimpered as Shea ground slowly against him. It was what the deer was craving. Move! Move more, Sheamus!
The lycan straightened his posture and pulled his hips back, only to push forward. The motion repeated, increasing in speed, but not in force. Transferring his grip to Cyn’s waist, Shea’s gaze never faltered.
As the wolf’s hips slapped against Cyn’s, the deer cried out in ecstasy. The pace quickened and so did the pleasure. He wanted to express his satisfaction with their act, but he could barely maintain enough air for his impulsive noises.
A familiar sensation was building. I’m… I’m about to—
“That’s it, come for me, Cyn!”
Shea’s voice was haggard, but the command was all the deer needed. Pushed over the edge, he climaxed. Finding solace in the wolf, he clenched Shea’s pectoral. The lycan lowered, his belly rubbing against the deer’s mess.
The movements grew erratic, and Shea grunted, “I’m coming, Cyn! You’re… You’re mine!” He proceeded to thrust wildly into the deer.
Cyn moaned as Shea prepared to finalize their mating, but with the final pumps, the wolf began to grow inside of him. What’s happening?
As the shaft ballooned, Shea roared. Thick strands of saliva flew from his mouth, his wolf just barely under the surface of the human face. To Cyn, the man looked crazed. Snorting and seething, Shea breathed heavily and kept his manhood inside the deer.
When Cyn touched the heaving chest, the wide and brown irises darted to him. Shea had marked his territory. A low and gruff word was stretched menacingly, “Mine…”
Despite the wolf’s appearance, Cyn was unafraid of Shea. However, he was concerned with the bulbous entity inside of him. When he finished, it grew! It’s almost uncomfortable. “Sheamus?”
Shea's hand caressed the cernunnos' cheek, "We did it. God, I love you so much, Cyn."
"I love you too, but… you're so big. Is this normal?"
"Yeah, I'm tied."
"Tied? I don't know what that means."
The wolf's head hung low, followed by a chuckle, "Right, that's a thing with lycan. Our dicks swell up when we breed, ensuring insemination. Is it hurting you?"
Cyn shook his head, "No, it's tight but it feels good. How long are you… tied for?"
Moving Cyn's leg over his head and to the side, Shea gently laid next to his mate, causing a light bleat from the movement, "It ranges. Sometimes it lasts up to half an hour, depending on how much the wolf likes it's partner. We'll probably be here for a while."
The deer nestled against the warm body and focused on the feeling of Shea inside him. Half an hour… of this? A burly arm draped over him, and he instinctively latched onto Shea's hand. "I think I can handle that."
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