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Onyx wasn’t sure if he could simply feel — or rather, that he could simply feel pleasure, without having the fear as part of the situation. He touched himself anyway, starting to stroke his still-leaking cock with a hand streaked with cum from before, and he tried to focus on that instead of what could go wrong.

“Little stretch. Little burn, but it will quickly be over, I promise.” Dominic lined himself up with Onyx’s hole and started to slowly push inside with slow, shallow movements.

Onyx faltered, and the fear glazed his eyes as much as the arousal as he stared up at the other witch.

Dominic leaned in to kiss Onyx again, thrusting his tongue into his mouth, devouring him as he continued to make small movements that brought him deeper and deeper into Onyx's body. His hand clenched on Onyx’s thigh, where he shifted Onyx’s leg a little more to ease his access.

Onyx kissed back, grateful for the relief from his own wayward thoughts, and he slowly stroked his own cock again. He wanted to focus on the kiss, on the touch, on everything but the fact that his mind was threatening to overload from thoughts of what had happened before.

But this wasn’t before. This was now. And Dominic wasn’t hurting him.

He whimpered when Dominic’s cock breached his hole and slipped inside, and he squirmed, his hand momentarily going still on his own cock. But the arousal drove him on, and he went back to touching himself even as Dominic began to work his way inside of him in a slow series of thrusts.

Onyx kept expecting Dominic to step out from behind a mask, to show Onyx that he was the same person who’d fucked him relentlessly at the beginning — well, he was, and Onyx didn’t think for a moment that that monster had ceased to exist.

But Dominic wanted something from him: Onyx’s pleasure, he said, and that was for reasons that he couldn't begin to piece together in his arousal-addled state.

He stopped trying.

Chapter 38

Dominic

[14] Dominic allowed a few moments for Onyx to adjust before he started to move again, thrusting shallowly into the younger witch’s body as he kissed Onyx again. His kiss was hungry and demanding, needing more, always more, as his thrusts slowly started to speed up.

He’d been on the verge of coming before he’d even started working himself into Onyx’s body, and the exquisitely tight grip around his cock had him seeing stars. Dominic had been inside Onyx’s body many, many times over many months.

Taking. Claiming. Possessing.

While Onyx raged and hated him, dreamt and planned for his death. While he’d pushed and tortured Onyx over and over, nurturing that hatred.

This was different in many ways. No less intense, no less possessive, but now Onyx’s body was opening willingly beneath him while it pulled him in and clenched around him. And even if it was only the aphrodisiac driving Onyx’s unconscious responses, they were still responses that Dominic was craving as he continued to move.

Dominic came hard and almost without warning. He had wanted to continue, wanted and needed more. But there was still time. They had hours left under the influence of the potion. He groaned loudly as his cock pulsed and he spilled deep inside Onyx’s body with spurt after pleasurable spurt of cum.

He panted against Onyx’s lips, hand clenched on Onyx’s thigh as he saw stars and everything briefly went white from the force of it.

He’d been building for this, waiting for this. Each time he’d denied himself, it had been for this, for the moment he could be buried in Onyx’s body and filling him.

Onyx stopped touching himself, instead wrapping his arms around Dominic as he kissed him harder.

Dominic’s cock hadn’t softened in the slightest in the wake of his orgasm, and he remained buried deep in Onyx’s body, unwilling to leave. “Don’t stop,” he ordered between kisses. He needed Onyx to come again, needed to feel the tight clench of the younger witch’s hole around him as he came. He wasn’t done yet, not by a very long measure.

The temptation to pin Onyx down and take him was high, but Dominic resisted. He could make all of this so good for Onyx that he would be willing to come back sooner than he may have thought he would.

Onyx whined, but he reached back down to touch himself again. Regardless of whatever memories were driving the occasional agitated, anxious expressions onto the younger witch’s features, he still spilled all over his hand, all over Dominic’s stomach, with a moan.

Dominic groaned in pleasure as Onyx’s hole tightened around him, and he started to move again, thrusting into the younger witch’s body again, strokes long and demanding.

The vampire blood would keep anything from becoming raw and sore and keep typical strains and discomforts at bay, leaving both of them able to focus on nothing but the pleasure.

He again molded Onyx’s body to his own, each stroke a claim, each kiss staking that claim even deeper. If it would be a while before he was inside Onyx’s body again — and it could well be — then he was not going to waste a moment of it.

Dominic pulled back, sitting on his knees and shifting Onyx’s legs so that he could see where they connected, watching his cock slide through the stretched hole. His attention was entirely captured by the sight of his cock entering Onyx’s body over and over again, and he withdrew completely just to see that tight hole close before he stretched it wide again with his reentry. He shifted his hips, ensuring that each long stroke grazed Onyx’s prostate, entranced by the way that his hole clenched and spasmed with his pleasure.

With each stroke, Onyx’s body sucked him in greedily, and Dominic was more than happy to provide.

He shifted Onyx’s thighs higher, and his thrusts increased in speed as he started chasing another orgasm. His heated gaze shifted from where their bodies joined to capture Onyx’s gaze, wanting to watch each play of pleasure in his features as Dominic fucked him.