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Clark hit that
special spot inside him. Angel saw stars and, crying out Clark’s name, found his peak. Without even blinking, Clark drank down Angel’s
seed, continuing his odd, growling purr.
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The nirvana zinged through Angel, driving away all the shadows
that would have spoiled the moment. He rode the afterglow, enjoying
every moment of it and, most of all, enjoying the knowledge it had
been brought about by Clark.
Even as he began to recover, he felt completely boneless and more
relaxed than ever. Clark, it seemed, had been counting on this. The
lion slicked his cock up, and lust rose inside Angel again as he
realized what would happen. At last, he would get his wish.
Once again, Clark lifted Angel’s legs over his shoulders. His cock
nudged at Angel’s opening. Angel held his breath, waiting, hoping.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Clark slid home.
It was strangely easy. Oh, it hurt a bit, no doubt about it, but the burn seemed like such a natural part of it that Angel gleefully accepted it. In fact, it made the entire thing better, more real. It gave him an anchor to cling onto in a world that was quickly starting to melt
around him. And when Angel sensed the curls of Clark’s pubic hair
tickling his bottom, he realized in awe he’d managed to take the
entirety of Clark’s prick.
Clark stilled inside him in an obvious attempt to allow Angel to
get used to the sensation of being invaded. Angel, however, didn’t
need to wait. He clenched his ass around Clark’s prick and met his
mate’s eyes steadily. “Please, Clark. Take me. Claim me.”
Clark didn’t immediately obey. He scanned Angel’s face, as if
wanting to make sure there were truly no doubts in Angel’s mind.
Angel knew the exact moment his mate yielded. Something seemed to
snap, like a switch was flipped. Clark pulled out of him and then
thrust back in, so hard Angel couldn’t help but cry out, “Yes! God, yes!”
From then on, it all became a blur. Clark’s rhythmical grunts and
growls mixed with Angel’s bleating gasps. They moved together as
one, Clark’s prick always hitting Angel’s prostate and Angel clinging to Clark’s shoulders, impaling himself on his mate’s shaft. The tips of Clark’s long, blond hair tickled Angel’s skin as the lion moved above 54
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him, adding to the sensation. Thrust, pull, shove. In, out, in, out, massaging the inner walls of Angel’s anus, giving him everything he’d ever wanted. It was so good, beyond anything Angel had ever
experienced.
With his mate’s cock pegging his gland so deliciously and all his
senses invaded by the scent and strength of Clark, Angel soon reached the brink of orgasm again. He just needed one more thing, just one
thing to push him over the edge. He dug his fingernails into Clark’s flesh, exposed his neck, and released another breathless “please.”
He didn’t know what he wanted, but Clark apparently did. The
lion’s fang sank into his throat, and the hot pleasure-pain washed over Angel, breaking away every remaining barrier in Angel’s heart, body, and mind. This time, his climax wiped away everything except Clark,
and he actually felt their connection click into place.
Wet heat filled his clenching channel, and a burst of ecstasy
flooded their bond. Angel choked, unprepared for the assault, now
clinging to consciousness by sheer force of will. He didn’t want to
lose a single second of their time together. In that moment, he felt as if he could see into Clark’s heart, and was awed at the extent of the trust and the love.
Clark released his hold on Angel’s neck, and his voice appeared in
his mind. “Only to you. I’d only ever surrender my heart and soul to you.”
The lion hugged him tight, and like that, embraced, as one, they
rode their pleasure, until at last, the wave of ecstasy began to dim.
Clark’s cock, now spent, slipped out of Angel, and finally Angel could make
special spot inside him. Angel saw stars and, crying out Clark’s name, found his peak. Without even blinking, Clark drank down Angel’s
seed, continuing his odd, growling purr.
The Gazelle Who Caught a Lion
53
The nirvana zinged through Angel, driving away all the shadows
that would have spoiled the moment. He rode the afterglow, enjoying
every moment of it and, most of all, enjoying the knowledge it had
been brought about by Clark.
Even as he began to recover, he felt completely boneless and more
relaxed than ever. Clark, it seemed, had been counting on this. The
lion slicked his cock up, and lust rose inside Angel again as he
realized what would happen. At last, he would get his wish.
Once again, Clark lifted Angel’s legs over his shoulders. His cock
nudged at Angel’s opening. Angel held his breath, waiting, hoping.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Clark slid home.
It was strangely easy. Oh, it hurt a bit, no doubt about it, but the burn seemed like such a natural part of it that Angel gleefully accepted it. In fact, it made the entire thing better, more real. It gave him an anchor to cling onto in a world that was quickly starting to melt
around him. And when Angel sensed the curls of Clark’s pubic hair
tickling his bottom, he realized in awe he’d managed to take the
entirety of Clark’s prick.
Clark stilled inside him in an obvious attempt to allow Angel to
get used to the sensation of being invaded. Angel, however, didn’t
need to wait. He clenched his ass around Clark’s prick and met his
mate’s eyes steadily. “Please, Clark. Take me. Claim me.”
Clark didn’t immediately obey. He scanned Angel’s face, as if
wanting to make sure there were truly no doubts in Angel’s mind.
Angel knew the exact moment his mate yielded. Something seemed to
snap, like a switch was flipped. Clark pulled out of him and then
thrust back in, so hard Angel couldn’t help but cry out, “Yes! God, yes!”
From then on, it all became a blur. Clark’s rhythmical grunts and
growls mixed with Angel’s bleating gasps. They moved together as
one, Clark’s prick always hitting Angel’s prostate and Angel clinging to Clark’s shoulders, impaling himself on his mate’s shaft. The tips of Clark’s long, blond hair tickled Angel’s skin as the lion moved above 54
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him, adding to the sensation. Thrust, pull, shove. In, out, in, out, massaging the inner walls of Angel’s anus, giving him everything he’d ever wanted. It was so good, beyond anything Angel had ever
experienced.
With his mate’s cock pegging his gland so deliciously and all his
senses invaded by the scent and strength of Clark, Angel soon reached the brink of orgasm again. He just needed one more thing, just one
thing to push him over the edge. He dug his fingernails into Clark’s flesh, exposed his neck, and released another breathless “please.”
He didn’t know what he wanted, but Clark apparently did. The
lion’s fang sank into his throat, and the hot pleasure-pain washed over Angel, breaking away every remaining barrier in Angel’s heart, body, and mind. This time, his climax wiped away everything except Clark,
and he actually felt their connection click into place.
Wet heat filled his clenching channel, and a burst of ecstasy
flooded their bond. Angel choked, unprepared for the assault, now
clinging to consciousness by sheer force of will. He didn’t want to
lose a single second of their time together. In that moment, he felt as if he could see into Clark’s heart, and was awed at the extent of the trust and the love.
Clark released his hold on Angel’s neck, and his voice appeared in
his mind. “Only to you. I’d only ever surrender my heart and soul to you.”
The lion hugged him tight, and like that, embraced, as one, they
rode their pleasure, until at last, the wave of ecstasy began to dim.
Clark’s cock, now spent, slipped out of Angel, and finally Angel could make
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