Page 73 of Selkie AU: Beyond the Storm

Each time I fucked him, he’d calm downjustlong enough for us to slip back to sleep, then he’d wake again and his hands would smooth over some part of my body and his nose would bury in the curve of my neck as he inhaled as much of my scent as possible and I knew he was about to get started again.

I groaned as I felt his slick on my thigh, his hard cock rutting against me as he tried to find relief. My dick tried its best to rise to the occasion, but I was just a man, and my body could only keep up with a selkie in heat for so long.

“Mmnn… need… more…” Milo whimpered against my skin.

I’d have to find another way to calm him down this time.

Guiding him onto his back, he spread his legs eagerly. I claimed his lips, swallowing another whimper before kissing down his heated body, over his damp chest and stomach. Then I took his wet dick in one hand as I plunged three fingers into his slit with the other, and he cried out. His channel pulsed around them, trying to suck them in deeper.

I tasted him. Milo was far sweeter than I expected, like honey, as my tongue lapped at the base of his dick where it emerged from his slit. He sobbed as his fingers threaded through my hair and pulled. “N-not enough… mmm…please.”

I gave him another finger as I licked up his length until his leaking tip slipped past my lips and into my mouth. So, so sweet. I hummed at the taste of him.

Milo writhed and cried as he bucked his hips up to get more of my mouth. I sucked him hard and took him deeper, until my nose pressed against his skin and I swallowed around him. More slick gushed out of him as he trembled and pulled my hair harder.

“M-more,” he choked out.

I spread my fingers inside him, and his walls rippled and twitched in response. Milo cried, making broken sounds around not-quite words. It still wasn’t enough for him, and I was starting to doubt I could keep him satisfied at all.

I pushed my fingers as deep as I could get them. His body tried to pull them in deeper. Maybe he could handle more. My hand withdrew as I continued to suck on him, and this time when I pressed back in, I added my thumb as well.

It was a tighter fit, but with the copious amounts of lubrication his body was producing, my hand slipped in, his slit stretching around my knuckles as they entered him. “Yes,” he screamed as I pushed in deeper, filling his hole up.

Milo’s moans got louder as I pumped my hand and flexed my fingers along his inner walls. The sight of it disappearing inside him while his entrance pulsed around my wrist like a heartbeat wasalmostenough to revive my exhausted cock.

He screamed as his whole body tensed. Then my mouth was flooding with his cum as slick gushed over my wrist.

I pulled off and kissed his inner thighs gently as he sobbed, soothing him as his body slowly relaxed again. When he was calm, I started to ease my hand out. Milo panicked, tensing up again, and I stopped in fear of hurting him.

“Need it,” he panted.

“You want me to leave my hand inside?”

He nodded.

I kissed his thigh again. He seemed tired, and I was exhausted, neither of us able to sleep for too long before he was hit by a new wave of his heat and we needed to ease it.

“Okay, baby,” I mumbled, too exhausted to fight him on it, and wanting to provide him with whatever relief I could. His heat hit him with waves of lust so intense they almost seemed to pain him. I’d do whatever I could to help him through that.

My head rested on his stomach. I’d give him a little longer before I’d need to worry about cleaning up all the mess we’d made so far.

I hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but Milo’s whimpers caused me to stir awake again as his body clenched and his hips rocked as he tried to fuck himself with my hand, still buried inside him. I kissed his stomach, then took his cock back into my mouth as I fucked him with my fist until he came again, easing him for the moment.

“Feeling okay, baby?” I asked as I slowly eased my hand out of him.

His hole clenched rhythmically, demanding to remain filled.

Milo whimpered. “Empty.”

“Insatiable little sex demon.” I chuckled, nipping at his thigh then shuffling back up the mattress to claim his lips. “You made such a mess. We’re going to need to shower and change the sheets.”

“No.” He shook his head quickly, his bottom lip quivering. “Need it. Scent.”

I sighed. He’d mentioned needing my scent, but we were going to have to figure out a way he could get enough of it and we could still have clean sheets, or dry ones at the very least.

“I’ll let you use the dryer?” I attempted to bargain with him.

He hesitated as he thought it over, then shook his head. “No.”