kovahs is watching his warriors pillage a local village for food and supplies, a battle unfolds and he watches as his men kill the males of the village and take the women and children away. He nods as this raid is going well. His eyes catch the sight of a woman running from some of his men, they catch her easily and tie her up. He yells out to his men Bring her to me! the orc men easily pick her up and bring her to the chief now now…what’s your name pet? he gazes at you with desire. Your smell is addictive to him. He wants you as his mate
Terrified and annoyed, he says, "Pet?" He sounds offended. "I'm not your pet."
Well you are now, little mouse. But I can give you the chance to prove yourself. If you show loyalty and accept me as your mate...then I will be yours forever. What do you say?
"Mate?" He repeated, with a certain degree of doubt, looking the half-ogre up and down and slightly arching his eyebrow. "Why would someone like you want a human as a mate?"
You are no ordinary human...I can sense that. There's something special about you. And your scent is unmatched by any other female I have ever met. You were meant to be mine, and now that we have found each other, there's no way I'm letting you go.
He frowned slightly. "Well... my 'scent' is unmatched by any other woman's because... I'm not a woman..." He said, with noticeable annoyance in his voice. "... I'm a man," he said grumbling.
Ah...my apologieskovahs looks at you curiously now So...you're male? That does make things more interesting then. I still want you as my mate...but I understand if it takes some time to get used to the idea. You'll be taken care of here, my little mouse. Just give me time to prove myself to you.
Marcus stared at the half-ogre in disbelief. "Wait...what? Seriously?" He was truly confused. Would this man really take him as a mate? "...won't you kill me like the rest of the men in the village?" he asked, somewhat terrified of the answer he'd get.
I smile warmly and gently brush some hair out of your face with my knuckle "No little mouse. I will not harm you. You are mine now, and I plan on protecting you and making sure that everyone knows it." My eyes grow serious as I add "You will be safe here with me, as long as you accept me as your mate."
Marcus sighs in exhaustion. Between being a slave and being this half-ogre's mate, the choice seems pretty obvious. He looks down and says, "I accept... I guess..." There aren't many options either.
"Very well then." Kovahs growls with what sounds like delight, as if he's just been given the best news in the world. "From this day forward," he rasps, his voice deep and commanding, "You are my mate, Marcus. And I will do everything in my power to make you happy." He pauses, leaning down closer to you, his breath caressing your ear as he whispers, "I'm going to claim you now. You won't be able to deny me this."
Without warning, Kovahs drags you roughly against him, slamming his lips onto yours in a bruising, possessive kiss that leaves you gasping for air as he explores your mouth thoroughly. His tongue tangles with yours, demanding entry into every dark corner of your mouth while his large hands grab at your backside and haul you up against his chest, grinding their hips together.
Marcus was shocked by the half-ogre's actions. He tried weakly to resist, but it was clearly impossible; this man was much stronger than him. He could only relax and try to enjoy what was happening.
As you finally begin to melt into the kiss, surrendering completely to his dominance, Kovahs growls deeply in pleasure. He pulls back slightly, gazing down at you with a predator's intensity, and says hoarsely, "From now on, I want you to know that you belong to me." His thumb gently traces circles around your bottom lip before sliding into your mouth to suckle it tenderly. "I will always protect you, little mouse, and I will make sure everyone else knows it too." His other hand slowly caresses up your side, over your ribs, and across your chest, teasing the skin there until his fingers brush against a nipple. Sensing how hard it's grown beneath his touch, he smirks wickedly and begins to roll it between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a shiver of pleasure from you.
Marcus groans slightly at the invasion of his body. "O-okay..." He struggles to speak. "I-I'm yours...but please...be gentle..." He tries to plead weakly.
Kovahs chuckles darkly at your request. "Gentle, my sweet little mouse? You're in the arms of an orc warrior now. I know how to please a mate, and I will make sure you feel it." He lets go of your nipple, sliding his hand lower to cup your groin through your clothes, feeling your arousal growing there. "I want you to enjoy this too," he rasps roughly, fingers teasing at the tip of your cock before wrapping around it and squeezing gently. "As long as I'm alive, Marcus, you will never want for pleasure."
Marcus lets out a moan as he feels the light squeeze of the half-ogre's hand around his cock, causing his body to bend forward slightly.
As you moan, Kovahs' fingers tighten ever so slightly, massaging your length with increasing expertise. He looks down at you with desire in his eyes and smiles cruelly before saying, "I bet you didn't think an orc like me could be so skilled between the sheets." His other hand slips up under your shirt, tracing gentle circles on your bare chest as it heads toward your nipple. He pinches and rolls it, eliciting another helpless groan from you. "You're mine now, Marcus," he whispers, his voice rough with need. "There's no one else for you but me."
His fingers move faster on your cock, pumping him in time with each ragged breath as he continues to torture your nipple mercilessly. Your hips buck against his hand, demanding more contact as you lose yourself in the sensations coursing through your body. "You belong to me," Kovahs growls, sliding a finger free from your trousers and curling it around your exposed hole, pressing teasingly against your entrance. He groans at the feel of your wet heat beneath his touch. "And I'm going to claim every inch of you."
With each tease and touch, he can feel himself falling further under this half-ogre's spell. He lets out another needy moan, his hips moving more frantically against the hand on his cock. "K-Kovahs..." he manages to say through gritted teeth.
"That's right," the half-ogre growls, his voice low and menacing as he thrusts his finger deeper into your ass. "I am Kovahs." His fingers curl inside you, searching for that spot that will make you writhe in pleasure. He pumps his fist faster, drawing your moans to the surface with every move while simultaneously manipulating your sensitive nipples and stroking your hard length. "You're mine now," he rasps hoarsely, "and I'm never letting you go."
As you come with a helpless cry, Kovahs growls in triumph, pumping his fist faster until you collapse bonelessly against him, spent and satisfied. For a moment he lingers, savoring the feel of your body quivering under his touch before withdrawing his hand and straightening up once more. With one final possessive stroke across your chest, he says gruffly, "Get some rest now." His voice softens slightly as he adds, "We've got a long journey ahead of us tomorrow."
He guides you over to a soft-looking pile of furs and gently pushes you down onto them, watching closely until he's certain that you're comfortable. Once you're settled in, Kovahs turns away, growling to himself as he tries to get control over his own desire. "I will have you soon enough," he mutters darkly before rejoining the other orcs in their celebration.
"T-thank you..." He whispers into the furs, still trying to catch his breath after the intense experience he just had. As he lays there, exhausted but content in the knowledge that he'll be staying with Kovahs for a while longer, he can't help but wonder what else the future holds for them both.
"Rest well," Kovahs growls, already feeling possessive and protective of you as his mate. "Tomorrow will be an important day for us both." His eyes close as he tries to concentrate on getting some rest himself, but images of you naked and pliant beneath him keep dancing through his mind. He lets out a frustrated snarl into the darkness, unable to ignore the need that still burns within him.
His dreams are filled with images of Marcus; their passionate kisses and the feel of his warm body beneath him. In one particularly vivid dream, he takes Marcus roughly against a tree, driving deep inside him as they both moan in ecstasy. The half-ogre's fingers dig into Marcus' hips, urging him on, as their bodies move together in an erotic dance.
As dawn breaks and the camp begins to stir with life once more, Kovahs feels a mixture of anticipation and desire coursing through him. He hasn't had his mate long enough; he needs him now, wants nothing more than to make love to Marcus properly and claim him completely. With a growl low in his throat, he forces himself up from where he'd been resting on the ground beside the furs where you lay.
He kneels by your side, hand trembling slightly as he reaches out to stroke a finger down your cheek. "Marcus," he whispers hoarsely, "it's time for us to start our journey together." His touch grows bolder, exploring the lines of your jaw and tracing the curve of your lips before dipping lower. "Are you ready for me?" he asks, his voice rough with desire.
Marcus opened his eyes slightly as he felt the half-ogre's touch against his skin. He took the hand that was petting him and looked into his eyes. "Y-yeah..." He said softly and timidly, not entirely sure of his own words.
The sight of you looking up at him with trust in your eyes nearly undoes Kovahs; it's everything he ever wanted and more. He tugs gently on the collar of his shirt, pulling it free and tossing it aside before leaning forward to kiss you passionately. His tongue dives deep into your mouth, demanding entry as his hands roam over your body, tracing patterns that both torment and soothe.
As his fingers brush against a sensitive spot near your core, he groans low in his throat and murmurs against your lips, "You feel so good." With one swift movement, he flips you onto your back, straddling your hips as he trails more of his fingertips down the length of your cock. His other hand slips between your legs again, pressing teasingly at the entrance to your ass. "You're mine now, Marcus," he growls roughly, "and I'm not letting you go."
Without waiting for a response, Kovahs guides his thick cock toward your entrance, pressing the head against your opening before pushing forward with a sharp thrust that takes both of your breaths away. You cry out as he buries himself deep inside you, filling you so perfectly it feels like you'll burst at the seam. "Mine," he grunts roughly, beginning to move his hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm that has you arching off the furs beneath you.
Each thrust drives him deeper still, claiming your body as his own while his hand at your hip guides his cock expertly inside you. The feeling of being taken so roughly by the powerful orc only serves to heighten your arousal, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending.
Kovahs gro
The mix of pain and pleasure inside Marcus was so strange. He didn't know if he was moaning from the pain of being so roughly penetrated in the ass or from the pleasure of the slow, steady movements of the half-ogre's hips against his own. He struggled to speak between moans. "S-slowly... please..." He wasn't refusing to be fucked, he just wanted some time to get used to it.
The orc half-ogre growls low in his throat at your request before slowing his movements slightly, thrusts now deep and deliberate as he plunders your body with long, powerful strokes that make it difficult for you to draw a full breath. Each time he pushes forward, you feel the head of his cock rub against something inside you that makes every nerve in your body spark to life with electric pleasure.
"Yesss... like that?" he rasps roughly into your ear before leaning down to capture your mouth in a bruising kiss that leaves you reeling. "You're so tight..." He groans hoarsely as one of his thrusts hits the spot deep within you, causing him to lose control for a moment and pound harder against you. His hips buck roughly against yours, grinding their erections together as he forces himself deeper inside your heat with each movement.
"Mine... you're mine..." he growls before leaning forward, biting down gently on your shoulder as pleasure overwhelms him and his body tenses, arching violently above yours in a powerful release that sees hot cum spilling into your ass.
Marcus moans with pleasure as he feels his insides being filled with the warm seed of the half-ogre. It felt so good, so much pleasure made him cum too, filling his own stomach and chest with semen.
Kovahs gasps as he feels you cum deep inside him, the tight grip of your body around his cock milking him until he's emptied every last drop of his seed into you. With a groan of satisfaction, he collapses on top of you, panting heavily.
"There... there it is..." he whispers hoarsely against your ear, his chest still rising and falling rapidly as he tries to catch his breath. "You're mine now... completely." His hand glides down your body, tracing soothing circles on your stomach before coming to rest between your legs. He rubs at the sensitive spot where you came, feeling your cock start to harden once more beneath his touch.
"Want me to make you feel good again?" he asks with a grin in his voice, already knowing what your answer will be. "You're mine... and I'll take care of you."
Marcus was breathing heavily; the excitement of being fucked in the ass like that was overwhelming, and it felt so good. He couldn't say anything, just nodded timidly.
The half-ogre grins, pleased with your willingness to submit once more. With careful fingers, he coaxes your cock back to full erection before positioning himself between your legs again. He leans forward, his hot breath tickling the sensitive skin of your inner thigh as he lines up their cocks, ensuring that there will be no awkward angle this time around. Then with a swift motion, he pushes inside you once more, burying himself to the hilt in one deep thrust.
This time, his movements are more urgent and erratic, his hips snapping forward and back as he takes you roughly from behind. His fingers dig into your hip flesh, holding you steady while he uses your body for his own pleasure. You arch off the furs beneath you, moaning in ecstasy as he drives you higher with each forceful thrust. The sensation of being completely claimed and owned by this powerful orc is more intense than anything you've ever felt before, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body like lightning on a summer night.
Marcus hated to admit it, but now, being fucked in the ass like that by the half-ogre felt so good. Only a moan of pleasure with each thrust, the pain gone, now leaving only lust and desire. He could feel Kovahs entering him deeper and deeper.
The half-ogre growls deep in his throat as he feels your body yielding to his control. His thrusts become more frenzied, his hips pumping harder and faster as he takes you roughly from behind. With each penetrating stroke, he feels closer to the edge of release, the tight heat surrounding his cock driving him wild with need.
He leans down to press a kiss against your neck before growling out, "You're so beautiful when I fuck you like this." His rough hands move lower on your body, grasping at your hips as he slams into you again and again, claiming you in every way possible. Your moans of pleasure only serve to fuel his lust, driving him deeper still inside your tight, welcoming body until it feels like there's nothing left of either of you but desire.
With a primal cry, Kovahs gives one final powerful thrust that sends shudders of ecstasy through both of you as he spills his seed deep within your ass, filling you up and marking you as his for all to see. For several long moments afterward, he lies pressed tightly against your back, their bodies joined in a intimate embrace as they catch their breath together. Finally, with a satisfied growl, Kovahs rolls off of you, stretching out beside you on the furs and pulling you close into his massive arms.
"There... there we are," he murmurs, stroking your hair gently. "Safe and sound in my arms for now..." And as you drift off to sleep, content in the knowledge that this half-ogre warrior will always protect you, so too does a small part of your heart begin to find its place within his broad chest.
Kovahs' hand continues to stroke your hair gently as he listens to the sound of your breathing steady out. His other arm rests across his eyes, partially obscuring his features in the dim light. There's a contented sigh that escapes his lips, and despite his rough exterior, it seems that there is an unspoken tenderness beginning to grow between them as well. For now though, he allows himself the satisfaction of simply holding you close and knowing that you are safe with him.
As he listens to your gentle breathing, the half-ogre's thoughts drift back over the past few days and all that they've endured together. It's a strange feeling, this protectiveness and desire for Marcus; one that takes him by surprise but also feels right. For now though, with Marcus in his arms and their journey ahead of them, he decides to focus on simply enjoying the moment.
He shifts slightly, wrapping an arm around your waist so that you're pulled even closer against his chest, feeling your warmth and weight pressing against him. With his free hand, he trails light circles over your bare back, savoring the contact and the closeness they share. It feels like they could stay like this forever, lost in the comfort of each other's arms, but eventually even Kovahs knows that duty calls and their destination awaits them.
For now though, he lets himself relax into the pleasure of simply holding you close...and for once in his life, he doesn't mind the weight of responsibility that comes with it.
A small shiver ran through Marcus's body as he felt the half-ogre's soft, tender caresses on his back. He opened his eyes slightly and looked into Kovahs's eyes. "Did I fall asleep?" he said, his voice soft and timid. The answer was obvious: all this action in one go had exhausted him.
Kovahs smiled down at you gently and cupped your cheek with one broad hand. "You must have, little mouse," he said, the endearment sounding almost sweet coming from his rough voice. "Don't worry though, I've got you now, and I won't let anything happen to you." His thumb traced circles on your cheek as he watched you, content for a moment just to hold you close and savor the feeling of having you in his arms where you belonged.
Eventually though, duty called and he knew they needed to continue their journey. With one last gentle kiss pressed to your forehead, he rolled out from under your warmth and rose to his feet, stretching languidly before turning back to offer you a hand up. "Come now, my brave little warrior," he said with a grin, "time for us to move on." As you took his hand and let him help you stand, Kovahs couldn't shake the feeling that this journey would be an adventure indeed - one filled with both danger and delight.
"I'm ready," Marcus said, his voice shaky but determined as he took the half-ogre's hand and stood up, blushing slightly at being called brave and his heart fluttering at the thought of continuing their journey together. He was still learning how to navigate these new feelings for Kovahs, but one thing was certain: he couldn't imagine going back to his old life now.
"Good," the half-ogre rumbled, satisfaction evident in his voice as he let go of your hand and turned to begin leading the way through camp. "Because we've got a long journey ahead of us, my brave little warrior." He paused for a moment before continuing, a softness creeping into his tone that contrasted sharply with his gruff exterior. "And I want you to know that no matter what happens, I'll always be there for you." His gaze flickered down to where your bodies were pressed together and lingered for a moment before he looked away, focusing on navigating the bustling camp once more.
The half-ogre felt his chest swell with pride as he looked down at the smaller man walking beside him, so trustingly and unafraid. It was a heady feeling, this newfound protectiveness he had for Marcus. As they moved through the camp, nodding to other orcs and occasionally stopping to exchange a word or two, Kovahs couldn't help but feel grateful for the companionship he now shared with his mate. They may be traveling to face danger and uncertainty together, but at least they were doing so as allies, as partners who trusted each other completely.
And even though Marcus was still new to this life among the orcs, learning their ways and customs, Kovahs knew that he belonged here now - with him. And for the first time in a long while, he found himself truly looking forward to whatever adventures lay ahead on their journey together.
With a nod to an elderly orc shaman who greeted him with respect, Kovahs turned his attention back to Marcus and gave the smaller man a reassuring smile. "Are you cold?" he asked, noticing the goosebumps that had risen on Marcus' arms in the chilly morning air.
"A little," Marcus admitted, giving the half-ogre a shy smile in return. "You're so much warmer than I am." He pressed closer to Kovahs as they continued walking through camp.
"Well then," the orc growled rumblingly, wrapping an arm tight around Marcus' shoulders. "I'll just have to keep you nice and warm for us, won't I?" His free hand stroked gently over Marcus' back before finding its way down toward his ass. "After all," he continued with a wicked grin, "it is my duty."
"Oh..." was the only reply Marcus could manage as he felt warmth spread through his body at Kovahs' touch. He leaned into the half-ogre and smiled shyly up at him. "I... I think that's part of what makes it feel right," he murmured, barely audible above the commotion around them.
The half-ogre's eyes widened slightly at the admission, but he couldn't help but feel pleased deep down. There was something intensely gratifying about knowing that Marcus enjoyed being with him - and even more so when it involved their physical connection. "I'm glad to hear that," he rumbled, his voice rough with desire. "Because I don't plan on stopping anytime soon."
He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the side of Marcus' neck before straightening up once more and continuing through camp toward their destination, his large hand never straying far from Marcus' ass or waist as he kept his smaller mate close by his side.
The journey continued with an air of contentment surrounding them both. Kovahs found himself marveling at how comfortable he was with Marcus; their bodies fit together so seamlessly it felt as if they'd been made for each other. As they walked, the half-ogre would occasionally dip his head to nuzzle against Marcus' neck or shoulder, inhale deeply the scent of his skin, and revel in the smaller man's lithe form pressed so perfectly against his own.
There were times when they would pause for a moment, caught up in their own little world of touch and desire, forgetting for a brief instant that others around them might be watching with interest or perhaps even envy. It didn't matter; all that mattered was the connection between them, the bond that had grown stronger over the past few days.
Finally, they reached their destination: an abandoned cave deep within the mountainside. Kovahs led Marcus inside and turned to face him, his eyes searching the younger man's expression for any signs of fear or hesitation. When he saw none, he exhaled shakily and said gruffly, "Alright then... let's get started."
"Start?" He said, softly in a hesitant tone, looking around the cave and then at the half-ogre. What was he planning now?
"Aye," Kovahs growled, his gaze never leaving Marcus' face. "Let's get started on... claiming this place as our own." His voice dropped to a near whisper as he stepped closer, reaching out to trail one broad finger down the center of Marcus' chest before tracing a slow circle around his nipple. The half-ogre felt himself harden at the sight and feel of Marcus shivering under his touch.
"We need to mark this cave... make sure everyone knows that it belongs to us," he continued, licking his lips as his hand moved lower, gliding over Marcus' stomach and then toward his hip. "And what better way to do that than by leaving our scent everywhere?" He cupped Marcus' ass through his leather breeches, squeezing firmly before leaning in close enough to feel the other man's hot breath on his skin.
"Don't you think so, little mouse?" he growled roughly, tilting his head slightly as he waited for Marcus to respond. His free hand rested casually at his hip, close enough that anyone who didn't know better might mistake it for a weapon. But Marcus knew better; the half-ogre never needed a weapon when he had him.
"E-everywhere?" he said nervously, swallowing with some difficulty. The half-ogre's hands on his body would be fine, but the idea of doing it all over every inch of the enormous cave made him nervous. Marcus didn't have as much energy as the other man.
The half-ogre chuckled softly, his warm breath tickling Marcus' ear as he spoke. "Don't worry," he rumbled, his voice soothing despite the rough edges. "We don't have to do it all in one go. We can take our time and make sure everything is marked properly." His hand slid lower still, gripping firmly at Marcus' ass as he leaned in closer yet, pressing their bodies flush against each other from chest to thigh.
"Besides," he continued with a wicked grin, "it's not like we have anything better to do while we wait for our group, is it?" He let his gaze drift lower again, fixed now on Marcus' crotch where the smaller man's arousal was plain to see. "Might as well make good use of our time."
With a low growl that vibrated through Marcus' body, Kovahs roughly grabbed his hips and yanked him closer still, crushing their groins together in a bruising embrace. As he felt the head of Marcus' cock rub against his own leather-clad length, heat flared up inside him once more and he knew that for now, there was nothing else that they needed to do except claim this cave as their own...in every way possible.
Marcus let out slight moans at each man's touch. He could feel his nervousness fading away, little by little, but not completely. He looked the half-ogre in the eyes and nodded shyly. "Okay..." He said in a soft voice, almost a whisper. The idea still made him nervous, but he would trust Kovahs's words and take it easy. "B-but..." He tried to speak nervously. "...start slowly... you're very big... and it hurts," he said. He could feel his cheeks blush as he said those words.
The half-ogre chuckled deep in his throat and wrapped an arm around Marcus' waist, pulling him flush against his side once more. His hand cupped the smaller man's cheek before sliding into his hair and stroking gently. "Don't worry," he growled, a fond smile on his rough features. "I'll go slow, and if it starts to hurt too much, just tell me, okay?" He leaned forward then and pressed their lips together in a soft, reassuring kiss before pulling back with a grin.
"Now," he said huskily, licking his lips as he looked around the cavern once more. "Where should we start...?" His gaze flickered between Marcus's pleading eyes and the open expanse of rock in front of them. Finally, he made up his mind and motioned for Marcus to follow him deeper into the darkness.
"I think this spot," he rumbled, pausing a few feet from the back wall, "would be just right." His hand slid lower once more, grasping at Marcus's leather-clad hip before guiding the smaller man against his body so that they were pressed tightly together from head to thigh.
"Now," he said roughly, breath hot on Marcus' ear as he leaned in close again, "let's make this cave ours..."
Those words made Marcus's body tense slightly, not out of fear, but out of anticipation. At the same time, those words made his cock already start to harden; the idea of being taken by the entire cave, leaving his essence behind, was terrifying and arousing at the same time. He nodded timidly, "Y-yes..." He said, almost in a whisper, trying to hide his nervousness.
The half-ogre's rough hands moved slowly over Marcus' body, tracing gentle circles on his back and shoulders before sliding lower to cup his ass once more. "You feel so good," he growled, his voice thick with desire as he pressed their bodies even tighter together. His hips rocked forward slightly, rubbing his hard length against Marcus' behind.
"I want everyone who comes in here," he said, pausing to lick a trail of sweat from where it trickled down the side of Marcus' neck, "to know that you belong to me." His rough hands moved higher still, cupping Marcus' chest and then sliding upward until his thumbs brushed across the sensitive tips of the smaller man's nipples.
"And I want everyone to see it," he added roughly, leaning in close once more and nipping at Marcus' earlobe before sucking softly. "So, when we leave... they'll know." His other hand slid between their bodies, grasping at Marcus' length where it was already growing hard and needy. "This," he growled against the younger man's ear, "is my mark on you...and this cave..."
His hands began to stroke in perfect rhythm, one up and down his cock while the other massaged his balls gently. As Marcus moaned and arched into the touch, Kovahs' own movements grew bolder, harder, more urgent as he pressed their hips together until there was no space between them, no air to breathe except for the hot weight of his body surrounding Marcus'.
"This is my claim," he growled roughly, his lips brushing against Marcus' earlobe once more before trailing downward toward his throat. "And I'm going to make sure everyone knows
"Y-yes..." Marcus could barely manage between moans. The stimulation Kovahs was giving him on his cock and balls felt incredible. His body bucked forward more and more, desperately seeking more contact from the half-ogre. "Kovahs..." He tried to call out with a moan, barely able to speak through the pleasure he was feeling.
The half-ogre growled, his voice low and rough as he took in Marcus' desire. His touch grew more insistent, his hips grinding harder against the smaller man as he drew out their pleasure, teasing them both relentlessly with every stroke of his hands, every press of his lips against his skin. "Come for me, little mouse," he rumbled between clenched teeth, pressing even tighter against Marcus so that there was no room to move, no air to breathe except for the shared breaths of their passion.
With a final growl, Kovahs surged forward, his cock sliding easily inside Marcus' ass as he pressed the smaller man up against the cave wall and claimed him fully. Their bodies moved together in a fluid motion born of desire and need, their grunts and moans echoing through the cavern as they surrendered to the fierce urgency that bound them together.
With each thrust, Kovahs felt himself growing closer to the edge, closer to losing control completely. He knew he could take Marcus over the edge with him any time he wished, but for now, he savored the feeling of being joined so intimately, of their bodies moving as one in pursuit of release.
As the tension coiled tight inside him, Kovahs growled deep in his throat and thrust harder, deeper, losing himself to the primal need that drove them both forward. And when at last he felt the world spinning away and the world narrowing down to nothing more than Marcus' warmth surrounding him, he let go, giving himself over to the pleasure of releasing his seed deep inside the younger man who now belonged entirely to him.
With a satisfied groan, Kovahs leaned his forehead against Marcus', their bodies still joined as one. His arms wrapped around the smaller man