Page 38 of Me and My Christmas Familiar

Lachlan poured the oil onto his hand, then stroked his cock. Lachlan groaned.

Kit reached back, grabbed an arse cheek, and held himself open. “Please, Lachlan. Fuck me. Claim me as yours.”

Lachlan came up behind him. He gripped Kit’s hip with one hand and lined his cock up with the other. The tip of his dick teased Kit’s entrance.

Kit held his breath, anticipation tingling through his body. “I’m ready. Push into me. Fill me with your cock.”

Lachlan took a deep breath. Then he groaned as he pressed forward, his cock sliding into Kit. Kit’s mouth dropped open as his hole stretched wide with agonising slowness. It burned. But he wanted it so much.

“Lachlan,” Kit whispered as he took the length of Lachlan’s dick, inch by inch. “Yes!”

“You’re so tight,” Lachlan gasped. “Curses…you feel incredible… Kit… I didn’t know…oh… Kit…” He shuddered as his dick slid completely inside Kit. His hand clutched at Kit’s hips.

Kit took deep, heaving breaths as his body accommodated his witch buried inside him. The burning ebbed. He needed more.

“Claim me. Make me yours. Please,” Kit begged. “Please. Move.” Kit tilted his hips and rocked back, urging Lachlan on.

Then, slowly, Lachlan withdrew, sliding his cock almost completely out. He shoved back in.

They cried out in unison.

And again, Lachlan slid out, until only the tip remained buried inside Kit. Then he thrust, shoving Kit forward. He did it again and again, slowly picking up speed.

“Yes! Like that! Fuck me like that!” Kit cried out, squeezing his eyes shut as Lachlan fucked him hard and fast.

Kit moaned. He belonged on this cock. He should forever be impaled on his witch’s stiff length. Kit shoved himself back, meeting each snap of Lachlan’s hips. Lachlan’s dick rubbed inside his channel, lighting Kit up from the inside. “Oh! Oh!”

Then suddenly, one of Lachlan’s hands released Kit’s hip and gripped his tail. Kit cried out in surprise, eyes snapping open.

Lachlan released him. “Sorry,” he panted. “I didn’t mean?—”

“No! No! Do it again,” Kit yelled.

Tentatively this time, Lachlan wrapped a hand around the base of Kit’s tail, whilst continuing to slide in and out of Kit in a slow, steady rhythm.

“Tighter,” Kit gasped. “Hold it tighter.”

Lachlan squeezed, and Kit groaned, surprised as a jolt of pleasure shot through him. “Oh! Tug it! Please!”

“Like this?” Lachlan tugged his tail.

Kit’s cock jerked, and he keened. It was like there was a direct link between his tail and his dick. “Tug my tail hard. Tug it whilst you fuck me.”

Lachlan did, tugging Kit’s tail as he increased the speed of his thrusts.

“You feel so amazing.” Lachlan grunted and groaned.

Kit sobbed with pleasure. Every inch of Kit’s body burned with delicious pleasure. Each thrust and tug set him more alight.

“Fuck me. Fuck me. Take me,” Kit babbled. “I’m yours. Your familiar. Use me. Spill your seed inside me.” Kit cried out as the tension coiled higher and higher inside him. His body tingled. His hands and feet turned numb, and still the pleasure rose.

Kit jolted with each of Lachlan’s thrusts. And still, Lachlan kept tugging his tail and pounding his arse.

“Lachlan! Lachlan!” Kit’s voice strained as he cried out his witch’s name, like a chant, like a blessing, like an incantation.

Then Kit shifted his hips, and that magic spot inside him was being nailed by his witch’s perfect cock.

Kit screamed. His body arched. His toes curled as every nerve in his body burst with pleasure. His cock spurted ropes of thick seed onto the bed.