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[Hector's distracted, muttered words are music to Everett's ears, rotated forward to full attention. He couldn't appreciate that more, making a man claim he must be some manner of deity for how much pleasure he gives.

That spark of delight, combined with Hector managing to take his cock back so deep, gets Everett to stutter himself. His thighs tense as he need maintain some control, not be so rude as to buck upward into Hector's throat, much as his whole body tells him to. Hooves dig into the sheets and mattress, ankles twisting to writhe in pleasure. No, no, Hector isn't a slouch, a very giving pet, indeed. Everett's mouth separates once more to suck in a scarcely controlled hiss through his teeth. He nips again at Hector's reddened skin, a little harder than prior, if brief. A play bite, before he nearly curses Hector the way he tends to get cursed]

Ff... ahh- Hector, I'll be your god... you worship me so, so well. [he kisses the spot he nipped at, before returning his tongue to Hector. Needing to up the intensity, he'll begin slipping inside deep and pulling back, repeating to slide in and out of the man. All while his fingers wrap around the base of Hector's tail, stroking in time with the motion of his tongue. Treating Hector to two orgasm before he's even reached one is absolutely the goal... how is an old goat going to keep up, otherwise? All apart of the grand scheme to be the best lover he can.]

Edited 2020-04-12 00:15 (UTC)

[Everett is going to make Hector choke on his cock if he keeps it up. He moans around the shaft, sending vibrations through it. Fuck, if he could talk, he'd be offering to make him a crown of laurels and go down on his knees in worship any time Everett desires.

The goat is fucking Hector with his tongue, impossibly hot and wet and good. And it's not ever fair what he is doing to Hector's tail. Hector bobs his head with every electric shock of Everett's two-pronged attacks on his sanity. He's trying to give as good as he gets, but it's hard when he's up against someone with the skills and experience of Everett.

He's already so close, and he shifts his knees so he can get lower and rub his leaking cock against Everett's chest. It's...fine if he cums like this, right? Hopefully, because it's only going to take another tongue-thrust or two before it happens.]

[Hector's moan makes Everett moan, likewise adding a humming vibration to his actions. It's too much, genuinely, a feedback loop between them of pleasure that escalates one another up and up and up to that highest edge of tension. Everett's determined, as is his pupil, trying not to be the one who lets slip first. It's a wonderful fall, though, and Everett's sure they're about to go tumbling together.

He lashes his tongue and gives Hector's tail what he believes should be the last few strokes he needs to get off. The moment his young partner releases, coating his chest in a burst of cum, Everett's soon to follow. His cock pumps heavily, not much a warning, Everett's mouth too occupied to say as much. He need pull his face from Hector's ass, gasping as a pent up load escapes him abruptly. Either into Hector's mouth or onto his face... likely a bit of both. He pushes his forehead into the curve of Hector's abused ass, moaning further as he squirts a few times, feeling the orgasm drag on with how intense it was between them, beneath the full moon and coursing with added magic.]

[That...that was basically a tie, right? In the heat of the moment, who is really keeping track of those seconds someone came first or second, right??

Hector gulps down a mouthful of cum, and takes a spurt on his lips and cheeks, and maybe even a little on his nose, coming away completely filthy and flushed. He sputters for air.

He drops to his elbows and ducks his head down while he waits for his muscles to stop trembling. When he doesn't feel like he's going to melt into a puddle of ooze over Everett, he starts shifting and reorienting himself so he can straddle Everett right-side up, face to cum-streaked face.]

[Resting back on the pillow, panting with heavy and satisfied breathes, Everett has a difficult time relaxing into the afterglow. The moon and the witch's blood is too strong for much relief to follow even an amazing orgasm. His body continues to want more and more, his cock standing hard between his legs ever still.

As Hector readjusts himself, Everett moves his arms to find that potion again, just... taking a straight swig of it to rinse his mouth. There they go, sweetened and cleaned back up.

Not that the same could be said of Hector's mouth, dirty thing. Not that Everett minds in the slightest. He sets the potions aside and reaches to get a soft handkerchief from his nightstand.]

What a gorgeous sight you are, here... [since they need at least a Little break to recover, if not physically than emotionally, it's a fine moment to dote on his partner. He reaches to wipe Hector's face clean, touch doting as ever. Seeing Hector a mess is lovely, but he likes to look after the young man even more]

[Everett cleans his face off, like a good, attentive master. How lucky Hector is. He leans forward to touch his nose to Everett's, as chaste a 'kiss' as could be. Then he shifts back so he can bow his head over Everett's chest and lap at the mess he left there. Pets are allowed to be filthy, after all, if only so their masters can either clean them up or scold them.]

...what were you drinking, sir? [He asks between licks. He shouldn't question, but his curiosity always gets the best of him.]

[Oh... Hector cleaning him up in turn is very good. Absurdly good, really. Everytime he gets comfortable with Hector, the man seems to surprise him with some new, appealing act or mannerism. Everett can't help looking as smitten as he is aroused.]

A honey potion, same as I used on you. Do you feel well prepared, my pet? [it has a minor enchantment to help with that. Taking a swig was just to wash his mouth out some so he'd be sweetly kissable still. A high priority!]

[Oh? Hector loves the taste of honey. His mouth is filthy with two fauns' worth of seed, though, so tasting Everett will be sweet for Hector and bitter for Everett. He licks up the cum, then laps at one of Everett's nipples, while he's in the area.]

Mmmm-hmmm. So ready for you, sir. How do you want me first?

[Because tonight, Everett isn't getting away with just three times. He's made Hector greedy, and it's up to him to take responsibility for that.]

[just like that, the flame of desire is sparked right back up. Everett doesn't consider for long, impulsiveness nature taking hold. While he could fight that nature, be patient, be levelheaded, now it the time to indulge. Taking Hector by the hips, he rolls them on his mattress. He'll remain between Hector's legs, though pulling himself up onto his knees while Hector flops back down into the sheets.]

I'll have you atop me before this night is through... but first, I must ravish you proper. [his hands trail the undersides of Hector's thighs, lifting them smoothly, curiously rather than with force]

Hmm... now, now, how flexible are you-? Young buck that you are.

[Hector's tail wags into the sheets in excitement at the promise of a ravishing. He lifts his legs with Everett's guidance, baring himself.]

I'm your pet, sir. Try me and see.

[His body is in good shape, and he's certain he can adapt himself to whatever position Everett wants him in, through sheer desire to please if nothing else.]

[thought briefly derailed at that sight, cuteness override engaged]

That little tail! Batting at the sheets, so, you adorable thing..! [kiss him this instant, Hector is too precious to resist further doting. He leans forward and just lavishes the young man's lips with his. Such unbridled affection for this pet of his]

[Hector never quite knows what will cause Everett to respond to him so enthusiastically, but each time he gets that reaction, his confidence sours. He licks his tongue into Everett's mouth, finally tasting that honey potion. Delicious.

He brings his knees up on either side of Everett's hips and squeezes with his thighs. He wants to keep Everett between his legs, whether it be for fucking or just to be spoiled with kisses. A hand comes up to tangle in Everett's hair, not be able to resist a little petting of his own.]

[Everett meets and escalates that kiss in turn, indulging every bit in tangling their tongue together. He could do likewise, remain hunched over Hector and kiss him breathless over and over and over. The bitter sweet combination of their tastes is addictive as anything, Everett's head practically spins from the added dimension. The man has a bit of an oral fixation, no doubt in that. It was difficult to be from Myddvai and lack for one.]

Mmm... you make an animal of your... master, Hector...

[When their mouths finally part, Hector lets his head drop back onto the mattress, breathless. He spreads his legs back open.]

You can fuck me like an animal...my master. Ravish me any way you want...

[Fuck, he wants that. A good pet will serve his master's every need, and with Everett, it's always so, so good.]

Next... I'm going to turn you over and fuck you like I've gone feral. [a promise and a threat, but punctuated with an oddly soft and playful kiss. He parts just enough to take more lube and slick his cock up with a languidly slow, showy stroke of himself.]

Before that, I must see your face as you're taking me. [He takes Hector beneath his hips and hoists him upward to his lap. Instructive, he demands]

Hold beneath your knees if you must, I want your legs as high as they go. [and he's pressing his cock inside, with that, hardly waiting a moment for the request to be obeyed]

[For one who curses only so rarely, Everett can be positively lewd when the mood takes him. Hector licks at Everett's lips when he comes in for that kiss, watching him through heavy lids.]

And then I'll ride you...

[Everett hauls him into position, and Hector raises his legs and grasps them to hold them steady as Everett slips inside of him. Fuck, it's hot when Everett is bossy. He knows exactly what they both want, and as long as Hector does as instructed, Everett will take care of both of them.]

Yes, fuck yes...

[If Everett wants to watch his face during this, he'll see Hector's mouth quirk into a smile when it's not stretched wide, moaning with pleasure. His future is bright and life is good here in Everett's lap, filled with Everett's cock.]

[Everett is going to be utterly exhausted by the time Hector climbs over top him, but that's... later. And he won't need the best of his energy, by then. If he was less effected with moonlust, he might think to better pace himself. He won't. He absolutely will not do that. Hector inspires too much lust for him to be so thoughtful of his own limits. As he sinks he cock into the other man, bottoms out against his heated, reddened ass, Everett believes himself incapable of ever growing tired of this.]

Nothing better... in this or any world, haah, than a lover crying out yes, yes for me, dear pet.

[That's right, hold nothing back. Forethought is for quitters, Everett. They are wild fauns, unburdened by such things as restraint.]

Oh, nothing better....

[With his legs up in the air, he doesn't have much leverage to rock against Everett, but he squeezes his muscles, gripping Everett's cock tight within him.]

...how about...yes, more?

[pointing those long, strong legs up into air is a lovely sight. If Hector is flexible enough for it, Everett it pulling them to rest up his front, hook over his shoulder tops if possible. In his younger days, he could certainly manage such a trick... but he had many the wild time in his youth. Hector should get to enjoy himself in such a similar way, shouldn't he?

Everett rolls his hips away, but snaps back in deep, before repeating. More was being asked of him, after all]

Haah, I stand... corrected. That is much better.

[Hector young and decently limber. He gives it a try, letting Everett fold him for better access. He's still getting used to his faun legs, but they're long enough to get over Everett's shoulders.]

...much better...

[He repeats, moaning at how good it is. Everett knows just how to give it to him. Such a good, attentive master.]

Mmmm, like that, you're so fucking good...

[And Everett knows it, too. He's got Hector wrapped around his fingers just as surely as he's wrapped around his cock.]

[The angle is astonishingly good, deep and full within the other faun. It gives Everett nearly all the control, there's not much room for Hector to move against him, but that's it's own kind of enjoyable. The younger man's input will be in how he reacts, Everett wishing to see and hear and feel every bit of Hector's pleasure.

Slow, deliberate thrusts will eventually pinpoint Hector's prostate, gliding the fullness of his cock along the sensitive spot. That's were best focus, Everett is going to do his best to drive his pet to a frenzy]

You're... so beautiful, so lovely... and you feel so good beneath me. I want my name on your lips, along with master, pretty pet. Would you call out for me?

[Pleasure is written clearly on Hector's face as he is rocked by every thrust of Everett's hips. He doesn't try to hide his face away like he did their first time. Everett likes to see what he's doing to Hector, and Hector can't deny him anything. Not when Everett praises him so freely, gives his body everything it needs so sweetly.

His eyes flit from Everett's broad chest to his face to the tips of his ears. He wants to see all of Everett, but when their eyes meet, he has to look elsewhere before the intensity of it swallows him. Like if he looks too deeply, he'll fall even further.

He's been given permission to speak his master's name, and it becomes a chant on his lips.]

Master Everett, yes, Master Everett, I belong beneath you.

[Everett's pace is gradually working it's way quicker, snappier, needing to take and take. If he'd not so recently cum, he'd be far more wild, but the prior release has given at least some sense of patience. Not much, Hector's moans and cries spark so much of him to passion. He cradles one of Hector's legs propped up so high, nuzzles his face into those delicate ankles, kissing the ankle without breaking a heated glance.

Such control of another man's body is a powerful feeling, the trust Hector has to allow it is to be recognized and cherished... further praised.]

And you're mine. All mine, beneath... this full moon. You won't soon forget that, my pet. I won't allow it.

Yours...your pet, only yours....

[Tonight, at least, he is. How could he forget, when he wants it so much, when it feels more vital than breathing that he be owned like this?

His leg twitches against Everett's face as it's rubbed and kissed, so gentle in contrast to the pounding he's receiving. He's so vulnerable like this. There's no way for him to pull Everett closer or spur him on, except with his begging, which is growing more breathy and frantic. He won't even touch his own aching, straining cock unless Everett gives him permission.]

Please, master...use me...fill me....

I'm going to use you a, all night long. Until you can't move an inch, fucked too well to leave my bed... until the moon fades. [he continued to holding one hand to cradle that upward stretched leg, nuzzling his face to it, nipping at fur. Good to hold in place, bracing Hector well against the now thoroughly rough fucking he's on the receiving end of. Everett hits his stride, pounding smooth and hard into Hector's prostate. The young man is so desperately tight around him, it's difficult to not be lost in the feeling.

No, no, he needs to focus up. His free hand finds Hector's cock, gloved fingers delicately petting the leaking tip]

I'll be sure you come twice... for each time I do. I'm a generous master, dear Hector.

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