Page 53 of Tenebrous

Soft fur warms the back of my thighs as Orion kneels behind me. I tense, bracing myself for his cock to breach my hole once again, but all he does is reach around to lay a large palm on my belly.

“Benjamin.” My name falls gently off his tongue, like he's savoring the taste. His free hand rests on the small of my back, and before I can register what's happening, he presses lightly on my stomach.

Cum and slick instantly leak from inside me, rolling down my crease. The loss of it nearly overwhelms me, and I almost demand that he stop before forcing myself to keep quiet. Why the fuck would I want to keep any of that inside me?

And yet…

Orion hums deep in satisfaction as he watches his release drip out of my hole. When all of it has been expelled, and the pressure in my stomach is gone, he backs away slightly before… mimicking my position behind me, on his hands and knees.

I yelp and squirm when his nose nudges on my ass. “What are you doing?”

“You need cleaning,” he growls, stilling me with his large hands on my waist. “Very swollen and red.”

At the first swipe of his tongue on my hole, I stiffen, indeed feeling a burning soreness deep within. But as he laves over the sensitive skin, my muscles begin to relax until I practically melt into the floor. Slick still leaks out of me, but he laps it up as fast as it comes. With each gentle pass of his tongue, my cock begins to grow thicker.

“Mmfuck,” I sigh, reaching underneath myself to lazily jerk off.

Orion rumbles low. “You like?”

“Don't stop.”

Stroking myself faster, I begin to rock back and forth, my hole clenching to be filled. When his tongue slips inside, it sends me over the edge, and I come on a loud shout. Cum spills onto the ground beneath me, mingling with the slick still leaking down my thighs.

“Holy shit.” The words leave my lips in a whisper, trailing into a whine at the loss of his mouth.

Orion picks me up with strong hands, turning me in his arms as he steps into the glowing hot spring. I end up tucked against his chest once he sits down in the steaming water. It barely reaches his sternum, but he groans nevertheless and slowly pushes me back down onto his cock once we're settled.

God, his cock. I could seriously sit on it all fucking day.

“That was so weird,” I murmur, nuzzling my nose into the soft fur on his neck. “How did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“The pain. It's gone.”

He's quiet for a long moment, large palms slowly maneuvering me up and down on his shaft. When I pull away from his scent to glance at his face, I find furrowed brows and pursed lips.

“I… do not know,” he says, dropping his gaze to the bite mark on my neck. “I lick. I heal. It has always been so.”

My jaw drops. “Are you saying that your… spit is like medicine?”

Orion shifts beneath me with a grumble, angling his hips in a way that has me crying out. “It has never worked on humans before. Until you.”

I momentarily lose myself to the heat spreading throughout my body, to the way his cock fills me impossibly full and how his knot teases my opening with every bounce. Desperate, needy noises claw from my mouth.

Eventually, though, his words finally register. “Wait, wait, hold on. What did you just say?”

He blinks slowly. “It has never worked on humans before⁠—”

“No, not that part. The other part.”

A crease forms across his forehead. “I lick… you heal.”

Choking on my own saliva, I gape at him. “Did you lick my wounds, Orion?”

“Yes.”

“When?”