Page 17 of Convincing His Little Bee (K!nktober #2)

SIXTEEN

Leaving the malnourished, probably shell-shocked human in the capable hands of Nyhlia, Tor let his shoulders relax for the fist time in hours. The weight he’d carried since the reminder of the human from the auction was immense, but finally gone.

“A bit of a shit show. But he’s here and safe,” Xaph clapped Tor on the back, steering him toward the armory. “Let’s wash off, our mates won’t appreciate us bringing blood into their beds.”

“Oak would be outraged by how wrong that statement is,” Tor chuckled at Xaph’s affirmative nod.

“To be fair, he prefers his blood or mine in our bed.”

“Point.” Tor’s muscles ached. He was looking forward to a hot shower to ease the tension of the day.

Flying to the trolls homestead, fighting more creatures than they had expected, and then flying back while carrying the human had done a number on his body.

He might be strong and heal fast but he still felt the burn when pushed too hard.

Washing quickly in the communal showers, Tor allowed the day to rinse away with the blood and guts sloughing off his skin.

There was more to be done about Mr. Lough, the goblin boss, but progress was progress.

He wasn’t alone; he had his pack. Most importantly, he had his fated for support now.

Hopefully the fae was tucked into bed waiting for him.

Tor toweled off enough to not drip water all over the floors, before tying the cloth around his waist. “Night, Xaph!” He shouted at the demon and then set off through the quiet halls.

His skin was dry by the time he entered his main living area to a dark and quiet space.

Tor discarded his towel on a chair on the way to his bedroom.

Entering without a sound, the drakonid inhaled deeply. The warm burn of his own scent mingled with the fresh floral smell from his fated. His cock hardened in a rush, leading the way to his over-sized bed and his little bee tucked within.

Tor smiled at Cin who lay half propped up in the bed, a book of plants open in his lap. The drakonid carefully extracted the book from the snoozing fae, placing it on the side table. Pulling back the blankets revealed Cin’s nude form.

A rumble built in his chest, a pulse of pre-come leaking from his dick as he crawled onto the bed.

Tor couldn’t stop himself from leaning in and nuzzling above Cin’s pubic bone.

His little bee smelled like Tor from being bundled in his blankets.

Intoxicating . Tor kissed a line across the man’s stomach, sucking and tonguing flesh. His fated tasted delicious.

“Nock.” Husky with sleep, Cin widened his legs for Tor to settle between. The position allowed the aroma of his slick to permeate the room.

Tor wanted to delve down and taste. To lick, bite, and eat his little bee until he was drenched in the man’s orgasm.

He could admit he had an obsession with getting his mouth on every part of his fated, but this spot between his legs?

Tor’s inner drakonid felt a ravenous hunger he’d never experienced.

“Tor.” Cin grabbed a hand resting on his hip and tugged. Tor let himself be pulled, kissing his way up Cin’s chest. When he reached his little bee’s face, he didn’t hesitate to cup a cheek, tilting the fae’s head before taking his fated in a fierce, possessive kiss.

Cin whimpered, fingers digging into Tor’s side as he opened his lips, letting him have unhindered access. Tor changed his tongue instinctively, tasting every space inside, pulling back to nip on Cin’s lower lip before soothing it with a suckling motion.

“Wait, Tor.” Cin gasped when Tor gave him a second of breath. Tor growled at the interruption but pulled further back, his weight off his fated. The fae’s lips had turned red. Swollen already, nipples peaked on his heaving chest, front hole glistening in the firelight.

“What is it?” Tor ran both hands down the fae’s sides, kneading into his hips and thighs.

“Parker, you horny drakonid. How is he? Where is he? Is he okay?” Cin sat up, attempting to crawl out of bed before Tor could even process his words. Tor rumbled again, taking hold of his fated’s hips and placing him back under his weight, thighs holding the fae in his bed.

“Your friend is fine. He is safe. Nyhlia is looking after him right now, he needs rest.”

“You were gone too long.” Cin wrapped his legs around Tor, drawing him close until his wet heat pressed against Tor’s skin.

“I’m sorry, little one. I’ll tell you everything tomorrow.” He cupped a small tit, rubbing his thumb over it in soft circles. “I missed you.” Tor rumbled again, he couldn’t seem to shut it off.

“Nock. I…” Cin hesitated, hips shifting.

“Tell me.” Tor bent to suck at the nipple, pulling a moan from the fae.

“I practiced for you.”

“Practiced what, little bee?”

“Let me…I need to…” Cin mumbled to himself before closing his eyes. Tor frowned at his fated. In the next second, magic swirled between them in yellow and green. Tor blinked. Cin was tiny again. Eight inches, lying on his back under the drakonid, legs spread wide, eyes clenched shut. “Did it work?”

“Did it...” Tor’s cock jerked against the bed, eager. He groaned softly, inching his fingers forward to press Cin’s legs wider, using the tips to spread his front hole open for his inspection.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

“Fuck, Nock!” Cin’s eyes opened, his body shuddering as he ground down against the drakonid’s large fingers. Another blink, another burst of magic, and Cin was back to his base size, panting and staring at Tor in awe.

“We’re going to…yes. Small and...” Cin whimpered, reaching up to pull the drakonid’s mouth back to his own. Tor shook off the mental fog he’d been in while gazing at his small fated. He agreed wholeheartedly with Cin’s mumbled words, looking forward to experimenting with his newly mastered powers.

“Fuck, Jascinto.” Tor ate at Cin’s lips, letting his fae set the hurried pace of their kiss. “Are you going to grow for me? Let me fit both of my cocks inside you?” Tor nipped along Cin’s jaw, licking a stripe up his neck and behind his ear.

“Tor.” Cin moaned, tugging at the man’s hair. “You make it hard to think.”

“You don’t need to think,” Tor chuckled against his ear, grinding his hips into the other man. Cin shuddered with a groan. Tor noted another burst of magic around them but when he looked at his fated, he didn’t observe any differences in his size.

“Feel me.” Cin instructed before grabbing Tor’s hand when the drakonid stayed still, his brow furrowed. The fae pressed their hands against his front hole. “Start with four.” He instructed.

Tor hesitated once more. Four fingers right away? I’ll rip him in half. He pressed and rubbed around the hole, getting his fingers wet. Cin grumbled at him, holding the back of the drakonid’s hand and deftly shoving all four of Tor’s fingers inside at once.

Fucking shit. Fuck.

Hot. Wet. Easy. Where the fae was normally tight and struggled to take one of Tor’s fingers at the start, now he was open. All four fingers fit with room to spare. Tor spread them apart, feeling the fae’s walls as they stretched easily.

“You can…this…Shit. Jascinto.” Tor slid his hand back, pulling the soaking wet fingers from his fated’s hot embrace. No resistance, no pain etched on his little bee’s face. A smooth glide all the way.

“You’re beautiful, my little bee. Strong, talented, perfect for me. I can’t believe you’re fucking real and here in front of me.” Tor sat back on his haunches, twisting his fingers toward the front of Cin’s body.

Cin moaned, his back arching in pleasure. “More.” He demanded.

“More, Jascinto? Do you want my thumb or my cocks?” Tor lazily stroked at his cock.

“Thumb first. I want your whole fist.” Cin gazed straight at the drakonid, his eyes hazy with lust but his words clear.

“Fucking fuck.” Tor grabbed the base of his dick, squeezing hard to stave off his orgasm. “I’m going to come before I’m even inside you.”

Cin groaned, hauling himself to his knees, dislodging Tor’s hand.

The fae gripped Tor’s horns, yanking his head to take his mouth in a dirty, wet kiss.

All tongue and teeth. “You’re going to fist me and then fuck me with both of your cocks to bond with me.

” Low and rough with arousal, Cin’s voice was the sexiest thing Tor had heard in his long long life.

Tor rumbled, pressing his tongue into Cin’s mouth before manhandling the fae into position. Knees bent and spread, head and shoulders down on the bed. Mesmerized, Tor simply admired his fated.

“Now, Alpha.” Cin demanded, his hips wiggling to tempt the drakonid into motion.

Tor grunted, swiftly thrusting four fingers back inside Cin’s front hole. They went in effortlessly. He pumped hard, curving his fingers to make Cin squirt slick onto the bed and scream into his pillow.

“You take it so fucking pretty, my fated.” He pulled out, tucking his thumb next to his fingers. With his other hand, Tor massaged gently around Cin’s entrance, pulling it open for his eyes to feast on the view of his whole hand getting sucked inside.

Cin panted, whimpering at the widest point.

“Keep going, don’t stop. Please please. Alpha!

” He shouted when Tor slid into place, hole clenching down around his wrist. Tor’s cock ached, his inner beast roaring to be set free to fuck both cocks into his fated and bite him.

He needed to make Cin his for all of time.

Tor continued to fuck his fated, pulling out to the widest part of his hand, holding the stretch while Cin shuddered and whined. Everything was so wet with his slick, it sounded obscene.

“Nock! I need to come. Touch my dick,” Cin shifted his hips with Tor’s movements, the fist popping out past the largest point easily, before surging back inside.

Tor grasped Cin’s hard cock with his index and thumb, swirling the fae’s own slick around it, stroking it.

Leaning down, Tor licked at Cin’s back hole, loosening the muscle.

“Oh, fuckface. That’s it. I’m going to come. So good, so good.” Cin moaned and babbled repeatedly.

Sweat dripped down Tor’s back, his cock throbbing for its own touch but Tor kept his focus on his fated.

He swirled his drakonid tongue around the tight muscle of his back hole, teasing it open.

“You can do it, little bee. Come on my fist.” He bit gently at the cheek closest to his face before sucking at Cin’s rim and spearing his tongue inside.

Wide, stretched, ready for more. His tongue snaked around, tasting, and wetting everything it touched.

With one well placed twist of the fingers on Cin’s dick, the fae’s muscles seized around his tongue and his wrist. Cin shuddered, crying out loudly through his orgasm as wetness seeped out of his front hole.

Cin’s wings fluttered frantically at his back, twitching with the contractions of his body.

The drakonid ground his fist against Cin’s most sensitive parts, pinching and stroking his dick to lengthen his fated’s pleasure.

Tor slid his tongue out, watching as Cin’s back hole gaped slightly.

“Yes, little one. Give me all your pleasure.” He nibbled his way up Cin’s back, licking the sweet tasting sweat coating his fated.

He licked and sucked at the skin connecting his wings, earning a loud shout and another deep clench around his fist.

“Alpha.” Cin slurred when he finally slumped into the bed, knees sliding out. Tor chuckled, pulling his fist from Cin’s front hole. “Now, fuck me. Bond with me.”

“What about back here, Jascinto?” He pressed two fingers of his drenched hand into Cin’s back hole, not meeting any resistance on their way in.

“I’m stretched, it’s good.”

Tor hesitated, he wasn’t willing to hurt his fated merely because they were both desperate.

“Hmm,” He widened his fingers, spreading Cin’s hole while he pulled out before adding two more fingers.

The stretch was wide and ready. Tor grabbed the oil sitting on his bedside table, holding Cin’s back hole open and upending the bottle inside his fated.

“Ah!” Cin yelped as it poured inside of him. “That was a lot!”

“You’ll thank me for it later.” He spread the oil around, softening the muscles further before he pulled his hands back from his fated. Letting his magic flow through him, Tor let his body change.