Page 11 of Convincing His Little Bee (K!nktober #2)

ELEVEN

Pleasuring his little bee, feeling him squirt all over Tor’s hand and the fae’s own thighs had almost pushed the drakonid over the edge without even a hand to his own cock.

My fated is fucking perfect.

They did still have a lot to learn about each other, Jascinto had been right about that. But the magic of a fated connection often pushed for rapid satisfaction of sexual urges. With the fae feeling safe, Tor would not deny them.

Grasping Jascinto by the waist, Tor turned to lay on his back, his little bee on his lap. The fae squeaked in surprise, wings quivering furiously behind him as he settled with his slick hole rubbing along Tor’s shaft.

“Oh!” The fae exclaimed when they touched.

Jascinto pushed himself tentatively back and forth.

His wet hole dragged down to Tor’s balls, allowing his adorable, perfect sized dick to frot against the drakonid’s own.

“What…?” Jascinto kept up the slow rhythm, squinting down where their bodies brushed together, no doubt confused by the texture of the drakonid’s cock.

“Scales, little one. They’ll feel good inside.

” Tor ran his hands up the fae’s strong thighs, continuing until he cupped both of his tits.

The smallest hint of fat behind muscle and skin.

Next to Tor’s large hands, they were tiny but the size of them made Tor’s cock jump, jerking against his fated who moaned at the sensation.

In his current form, Tor’s scales covered vulnerable parts of his body.

His neck, his forearms, from his belly down to the tops of his thighs.

It kept him protected when he wasn’t in his full drakonid form or his half shift.

The small scales running along his dick were softer than others, still protective, but also made for the pleasure of one’s partner.

Jascinto moaned, hips rocking as Tor thumbed at his nipples.

“Put me inside, Jascinto.” Tor was desperate to plow his little bee into the dirt but he sensed the fae’s worry about the way they might, or might not, fit together.

Tor wanted his fated to control the depth of his cock, gain back his sexy confidence.

A discussion on bonding would have to be had. Fate wouldn’t have given the drakonid someone who couldn’t bond with him. Tor bent his knees, planting his feet in the dirt and rolled his hips.

“Wait,” He paused, thoughts of bonding running through his brain.

“Tor.” Jascinto groaned, trying to angle his hips to connect them as they both wanted.

“Little bee, we can talk later about bonding fully but I want you to know that you don’t have to worry about a surprise pregnancy. It’s a bit more of an involved process for drakonid’s and their fated ones.”

Jascinto blinked down at Tor, brow furrowed in confused as he processed Tor’s explanation. Tor would never do anything to harm his fated, he didn’t know if the fae could get pregnant or if he would want that in the future, but knowledge was important.

“I’m…” Jascinto shook his head, looking back down where their bodies connected, rubbing his slick hole against Tor. “That didn’t even cross my mind.” The fae let out a soft chuckle. “I don’t think of my body that way often. I drink a magic potion to aid my transition. It also prevents pregnancy.”

“Thank you for sharing that with me.” Tor ran his hand up Jascinto's side, reaching up to pluck at an erect nipple as he spoke. “I think everything else can wait until later, yes?”

“Fuck, yes. Get inside me now.” He smiled, then using his wings to lift himself, Jascinto gripped Tor’s shaft and angled it toward his front hole.

“Go slow, little bee. You can take me.” Tor reassured his mate, grasping one of his thighs and holding it up and out to give the fae a better angle.

With the tip of his dick nestled inside the wet, warm space a rumble once again built in Tor’s chest.

He wanted to roar, tell the world this man was his and only his . He wanted to snarl at anyone who came close to his fated. Tor wanted to swap their positions and ram his dick as deep inside as he could, meld them together into one being.

“Fucking beautiful.” He moaned through gritted teeth. Jascinto whimpered softly as he lowered down. “You’ve got this.” Heart racing, he watched with rapt attention where he slid inside his fated for the first time.

Jascinto trembled from head to toe. He sank down deep enough for his wings to settle closed and his knees to dig back into the dirt.

The fae’s hole squeezed around Tor’s cock, nestled merely a few inches deep.

The muscles squeezed his crown so tightly Tor’s vision flashed white and a snarl burst out.

The fae moaned in response, hips bucking. “It’s so much already,” He whined, tears trickled down his cheeks. “I want it all,”

“You can have it,” Tor kept the fae’s thigh held up while his other hand delved down to stoke the fae’s dick.

A few inches long, hard and red with arousal.

His tongue remembered the taste and feel of it.

He used the knowledge of which spots got the best responses then with his fingers now.

Giving his fated something else to focus on beyond the strain on his hole.

With a shout of ecstasy, Jascinto leaned forward to brace his hands on Tor’s chest, the drakonid’s dick slipping a few inches deeper from the movement.

“Good, little one. Keep going.” Continuing to stroke the fae’s dick, the drakonid grasped his hip to help him move up and down in a slow rhythm.

“Big, good.” Jascinto mumbled, face pressed against Tor’s chest as he bounced up and down.

They moved in sync, the fae’s panting breaths hot on the drakonid’s chest. The wetness from Jascinto’s hole slicking the way for Tor’s hand.

With a surge of his core and a yank on his hip, Tor fully seated himself inside his little bee.

“Oh fuck oh fuck!” Jascinto shouted, shudders racing through his form. “Coming, coming…I’m coming.” His teeth dug into Tor’s pec, his hips swiveling while the dick in Tor’s hand pulsed.

“You’re squeezing me tight, Jascinto.” Tor dug his fingers into the fae’s hip, holding back his own release by the skin of his teeth.

“Nnnng,” The fae moaned, easing from the drakonid’s chest with a heavy exhale. Tor ran his fingers through Jascinto’s sweat-dampened hair, giving the fae time to rest. If he didn’t, he might blow with one more thrust. Nothing in his life had felt better than the tight heat inside of his little bee.

After a moment, Tor thrust up. “Ah fuck!” Jascinto yelled, fingers digging into the drakonid’s sides, no doubt oversensitive.

“Let me.” Tor grunted, fucking up and then hauling back until his cock pulled nearly out of the fae’s hole before his powerful hips surged up again.

With a hand on the back of Jascinto’s neck and the other wrapped around his tiny waist, Tor kept him in place, collapsed against his body.

“You’re so tight, you feel so good. Can you come again for me, little bee? ”

The man moaned in response, drool pooling out of his mouth while his fingers scraped along Tor’s side. “I’m going…to keep…fucking you…until you come…once more…all over my big cock. You want that, don’t you?” Tor’s words stuttered, panting with exertion.

“Yes, Nock, make me come. Keep fucking me.” Jascinto licked at his nipple, biting and sucking on it where Tor held him in place.

“Fuck, little one.” Tor rumbled deep in his chest, his inner beast yelling for him to transform and bond with his fated. He wanted to fuck him, bite him, own him. Not yet.

“Good boy. So wet for me. You’re going to come again and then I’m going to fuck you full of my seed.”

Jascinto’s hole spasmed around Tor’s cock, making his frantic hips jerk out of the beat he’d set. Drowning in sensation, completely gone for his fated, nothing could stop him from his goal to make the fae feel good and then fill him with his own come.

“Come on, Jascinto. Come for me.” A growl and a groan mixed in his chest. Jascinto’s whimpering moans increased in volume when Tor shifted the hand from his waist and pressed his index finger to the tight pucker of the fae’s back hole.

“Nock! Yes!” Jascinto twitched, meeting Tor’s frantic movements thrust for thrust. Feeling the hole contract, Tor pushed enough to seat his finger to the first knuckle.

“Oh fucking shit cakes!” Jascinto yelled out, moaning, his back bowing while his insides fluttered rapidly.

Listening to his stuttered little ‘uh uh uhs’ and feeling the splash of fluid coating his thighs sent Tor spiraling into his own orgasm. With a deep growl, he thrust himself fully inside one last time, grinding up into the fae’s body as they both pulsed and shivered.

“Nock.” Jascinto mumbled, body shivering with the end of his orgasm. With his grip still deep in Jascinto’s hair, Tor dragged the man up to his own lips, crashing them together. They shared a sloppy kiss while trying to catch their breath.

Tor loved it. He licked inside the fae’s mouth, drinking from his tongue. Slowly removing his finger from Jascinto’s back hole, he grabbed the fae’s hips and ground them together, his cock releasing more jets of cum inside his fated.

“Oh shit balls, are you still coming?” Shocked, Jascinto pulled away from his lips and sat up in his lap. Tor rumbled at the loss, fingers tightening enough to bruise the fae.

Leaning back on Tor’s propped up legs, Jascinto looked down where Tor still sat buried inside of him.

“Fuck a duck, look at my stomach!” Reaching down, he rubbed a hand across his lower belly where it pooched out a little.

Jascinto was thin, he had some muscles to his frame, but overall… the fae was a tiny thing.

“Jascinto.” Tor growled again, eyes fluttering closed, the visual evidence of him filling up his fated making his cock jerk hard again.

“Does it ever stop?” The fae circled his hips, providing the drakonid with stimulation. His own dick had shrunk, flaccid, and satisfied. But desire slammed hot and hard through Tor.

“Cin!” He shouted, fucking up in aborted thrusts, a full orgasm rolling through him. Unable to stop the whine that escaped him, Tor clasped his hands to the fae’s thighs. “Stop moving,” He managed through a growl, his cock giving one final jerk.

“But it’s fun to watch you come.” Jascinto giggled on top of him.

Tor opened his eyes, taking in the fucked out expression of his fae.

His yellow hair stuck out wildly, sweat dotted his skin.

Bruises sat on his hips and thighs where Tor had grabbed him.

His usually flat stomach had rounded out, his insides overfull with the drakonid’s spend.

“My inner beast is pressing me to fully bond with you,” Tor growled, his erection not wilting.

“Is that bad?” Jascinto’s head tilted to the side in confusion.

“Right now, yes.” Tor huffed, engaging his core to sit up and peck his slightly pouting fated on the nose.

“First, I’m not making the decision for both of us in the heat of the moment.

I need your full consent. Second, I don’t know anything about how bonds work for the fae.

Third…” He lifted Jascinto off his still hard dick, helping him to stand on wobbly legs.

“There’s a bit of a…size issue we need to discuss. ”

“Size issue? I just took your monster cock perfectly fine, thank you very much!” Jascinto stomped on the ground, crossing his arms over his chest.

Tor chuckled, gathering their discarded clothes, helping his little bee slip into his shirt and pants despite the absolute mess he would leak into them.

“You did. You took me very well, little one.” Tor grasped his chin, pulling him into a deep kiss that Jascinto didn’t resist. The drakonid pulled on his own pants and then lifted Jascinto into his arms, the fae easily wrapping his legs and arms around him, nuzzling into his neck.

“The problem, my little bee,” Tor spoke as he began walking them out of the wildflowers, back inside.

The sun had started to peek over the horizon, Tor wanted to get Jascinto in his bed before anyone else awoke and commented on their disheveled appearances.

“Drakonids bond with their fated in our half shifted form. My cock not only gets larger, I will knot you when I come. Most importantly, there’s two of them.

I must breed you with both at the same time to complete our bond. ”