lifted his leg higher and twisted it around Kinzer’s hip,
resting it on his furthest ass cheek—a position he could credit to his current occupation.
Kinzer pul ed his shaft out, glistening with his own spit, and
thrust back in.
It was deep. So deep that it forced Dedrus into convulsions.
His rigid back muscles tensed. His wings fluttered.
As Kinzer continued pul ing in and out, with each thrust he
offered, Dedrus eagerly pushed back, encouraging Kinzer to destroy his hole.
Kinzer slipped his arms through Dedrus’s feathers and
fondled his chest. He flicked his finger over Dedrus’s erect nipple and pinched it with his thumb. He tugged at it and pressed down.
Fuck! Dedrus thought. He unleashed another cry of pain, as he had when Kinzer had first forced that big dick in him.
“Hurt me!” Dedrus exclaimed. “Please, hurt me!”
Kinzer released his nipple and grabbed his hips, continuing
to pound him. As his pelvis smacked into Dedrus’s muscle-cushions, a sound, like someone being slapped repeatedly, fil ed the room.
Dedrus could feel Kinzer’s cock hardening, elongating even
more. A flurry of delight tickled his temples. It was like a wave of tickles rippling through his brain. His head rol ed back as what felt like jolts of pleasure rushed across his face. Al the while, his ass felt like it was going to split in two.
Kinzer moaned. His pelvis thrust so hard, so fast, that the
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slapping sound started to sound more like punching.
For Dedrus, it was as if he’d pressed a button that had
released pain kil ers in his spine. It was so relaxing, so delicious. And he wanted so much more.
“I’m gonna come,” Kinzer said.
“No!” Dedrus cried. He crawled up the wal , but he couldn’t
lift high enough to get Kinzer’s cock out of his hole. “Please don’t!”
“I can’t stop it!”
Dedrus flapped his wings, flying high enough that he was
able to dislodge Kinzer.
His ass throbbed. As tremors overtook his legs, he col apsed
to the floor, beside the fal en painting.
“No, I need it,” Kinzer said. He reached down, grabbed
Dedrus by his hair, yanked him to his feet, and slammed his face into the wal .
Dedrus’s foot scraped across a jagged edge of the painting’s
broken wooden frame. It hurt like fuck, but it was nothing
compared to the sensation of Kinzer forcing himself back in.
“Oh, fuck! No!”
Dedrus tried to run to his side, but Kinzer wrapped his arm
around the base of his wing, holding him in place.
“Ah!” Dedrus shouted.
But Kinzer’s insistence on being inside him was even more
arousing. Pre-cum gushed from Dedrus’s head, like a spider
shooting its web.
“Stop, you’re gonna make me come, too!”
79 Devon McCormack As much as he wanted Kizner to come inside him and for
Kinzer to make him come, he wanted to savor this delicious
experience. He wanted to make it last. And if they continued like this, it wasn’t going to.
He wrapped his arm around Kinzer’s leg and yanked on it as
hard as he could. Kinzer released Dedrus’s wing and grabbed him by the waist, dragging Dedrus to the floor as he tumbled backward,
landing on his ass.
Dedrus continued his desperate struggle to rip Kinzer’s cock
out of him, but Kinzer grabbed onto his hips and clung as if it was his most important mission.
Dedrus reared back and punched Kinzer in his cleft chin.
Kinzer rocked forward and wrapped his arm around
Dedrus’s neck, pul ing him back so that his back was pressed against his torso.
Dedrus screamed out. This position enabled Kinzer to get so
much deeper, to cause him so much more pain...to press that
intoxicating button deep within him so much harder.
Dedrus glanced down at his abs. His pre-cum poured in
strings from his swol en cock, pooling onto into his bel y-button.
His bal s burned, like al they wanted to do was empty. It was nearly unbearable. He imagined this was what Kinzer was going through,
too. But he wasn’t going to give up.
resting it on his furthest ass cheek—a position he could credit to his current occupation.
Kinzer pul ed his shaft out, glistening with his own spit, and
thrust back in.
It was deep. So deep that it forced Dedrus into convulsions.
His rigid back muscles tensed. His wings fluttered.
As Kinzer continued pul ing in and out, with each thrust he
offered, Dedrus eagerly pushed back, encouraging Kinzer to destroy his hole.
Kinzer slipped his arms through Dedrus’s feathers and
fondled his chest. He flicked his finger over Dedrus’s erect nipple and pinched it with his thumb. He tugged at it and pressed down.
Fuck! Dedrus thought. He unleashed another cry of pain, as he had when Kinzer had first forced that big dick in him.
“Hurt me!” Dedrus exclaimed. “Please, hurt me!”
Kinzer released his nipple and grabbed his hips, continuing
to pound him. As his pelvis smacked into Dedrus’s muscle-cushions, a sound, like someone being slapped repeatedly, fil ed the room.
Dedrus could feel Kinzer’s cock hardening, elongating even
more. A flurry of delight tickled his temples. It was like a wave of tickles rippling through his brain. His head rol ed back as what felt like jolts of pleasure rushed across his face. Al the while, his ass felt like it was going to split in two.
Kinzer moaned. His pelvis thrust so hard, so fast, that the
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slapping sound started to sound more like punching.
For Dedrus, it was as if he’d pressed a button that had
released pain kil ers in his spine. It was so relaxing, so delicious. And he wanted so much more.
“I’m gonna come,” Kinzer said.
“No!” Dedrus cried. He crawled up the wal , but he couldn’t
lift high enough to get Kinzer’s cock out of his hole. “Please don’t!”
“I can’t stop it!”
Dedrus flapped his wings, flying high enough that he was
able to dislodge Kinzer.
His ass throbbed. As tremors overtook his legs, he col apsed
to the floor, beside the fal en painting.
“No, I need it,” Kinzer said. He reached down, grabbed
Dedrus by his hair, yanked him to his feet, and slammed his face into the wal .
Dedrus’s foot scraped across a jagged edge of the painting’s
broken wooden frame. It hurt like fuck, but it was nothing
compared to the sensation of Kinzer forcing himself back in.
“Oh, fuck! No!”
Dedrus tried to run to his side, but Kinzer wrapped his arm
around the base of his wing, holding him in place.
“Ah!” Dedrus shouted.
But Kinzer’s insistence on being inside him was even more
arousing. Pre-cum gushed from Dedrus’s head, like a spider
shooting its web.
“Stop, you’re gonna make me come, too!”
79 Devon McCormack As much as he wanted Kizner to come inside him and for
Kinzer to make him come, he wanted to savor this delicious
experience. He wanted to make it last. And if they continued like this, it wasn’t going to.
He wrapped his arm around Kinzer’s leg and yanked on it as
hard as he could. Kinzer released Dedrus’s wing and grabbed him by the waist, dragging Dedrus to the floor as he tumbled backward,
landing on his ass.
Dedrus continued his desperate struggle to rip Kinzer’s cock
out of him, but Kinzer grabbed onto his hips and clung as if it was his most important mission.
Dedrus reared back and punched Kinzer in his cleft chin.
Kinzer rocked forward and wrapped his arm around
Dedrus’s neck, pul ing him back so that his back was pressed against his torso.
Dedrus screamed out. This position enabled Kinzer to get so
much deeper, to cause him so much more pain...to press that
intoxicating button deep within him so much harder.
Dedrus glanced down at his abs. His pre-cum poured in
strings from his swol en cock, pooling onto into his bel y-button.
His bal s burned, like al they wanted to do was empty. It was nearly unbearable. He imagined this was what Kinzer was going through,
too. But he wasn’t going to give up.
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