Grievance gripped Milo’s cheek with one hand, and with the other, guided his cock to that glossy hole. He pushed, feeling the resistance, feeling Milo’s body fight against him, against the intrusion seeking entry.
He felt his little mate hold his breath.
Grievance thrust forward with his hips, the pressure building until— it gave, and Grievance slipped inside.
Milo let out a loud, open-mouthed groan as Grievance breached him. The Chimera hissed as his cock was squeezed to within an inch of orgasm.
“So—tight,” Grievance grunted, holding still to give Milo a moment to adjust. When Milo resumed breathing, he pushed a little more, sinking deeper. Milo’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as his body took more and more of the Kava cock.
Grievance’s hips leaned closer as his cock sank deeper into his mate, joining their bodies. When he reached his knot, he paused.
Milo was a gasping, panting mess on the floor. Sweat beaded on his forehead and down his back. Grievance ran his clawed hand down his mate’s spine in a soothing motion.
“You’re doing so well. So good, my beloved mate. I’m so pleased.”
“Is—is it in?” Milo asked, his voice barely audible.
“Almost.”
“Fuck,” Milo said, hand gripping the rug’s fibers, as though for strength.
“I wish you could see how good you’re taking me. Your hole is stretched so prettily over my cock. It’s pink and perfect.” Grievance reached to touch that point where their bodies met, earning a long moan and a hiss from his mate.
“S-sensitive,” Milo said through bleary eyes.
“I need to get my knot inside of you now. Stay strong for me.” Grievance reached for the tube of gel and popped the cap. He didn’t bother using his fingers; this time, he squirted the clear gel directly on that spot where his cock was buried inside his mate. Milo moaned as the soothing potion helped ease the stretch on his rim.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes. H-helps,” Milo said, and he was still quivering, still shaking even though Grievance had hardly moved.
“I can’t wait until I get my bulge inside you.” Grievance gripped Milo’s waist with both hands, steadying himself on his knees. “Mmm fuck you’re going to squeeze me so much.”
With his bulge dripping with gel, Grievance pushed while simultaneously pulling on Milo’s hips, forcing them to come together.
“Fuuuck!” Milo shouted, his hole stretching impossibly wider as Grievance’s bulge slowly made its way inside.
“Almost there, almost—hold on. There.” Grievance gasped as his bulge pushed past Milo’s ring, and the pressure of their joining eased.
Milo’s chest was heaving, eyes leaking tears, his mouth open and gasping.
“You’ve done it. Fuck.” Grievance looked at where they were connected. “Fuck!” he shouted as his cock pulsed inside his mate. Milo shuddered.
“Too—deep.” Milo gasped.
“Give it a moment, my love. You’ll adjust.” Grievance reached forward to where his mate’s cock had flagged, and gripped it. Stroking him back and forth as his mate adjusted to the incredible intrusion of him.
“Fur. Tickles,” Milo said after a moment, and Grievance looked at where he’d been bent over, the white strip of fur between his abs tickling his mate’s back.
“Hmm, if you’re ticklish, then you must be feeling ready for more,” Grievance said, stroking life back into Milo’s cock. It began to firm up in his massive paw.
“Yes. You can… move now.”
As Grievance began to move, slow and steady, his mate’s breath hitched. He watched as Milo’s pink hole clung to his bulge as he slowly pulled himself out. It welcomed it back inside much more easily the second time. Easier still, the third. Soon, Grievance was able to pull his base in and out of Milo’s relaxed hole.
“There you go, baby. You’re doing it.”
Grievance pulled out more, thrusting in all at once with a slap of skin. Milo threw his head back, and a moan of pleasure tore from his throat. It was the call Grievance had been waiting for. The signal that his mate was ready to be well and truly fucked.