Page 14 of Something Handsome This Way Comes

But Milo didn’t dare ask. He refused to risk shattering a moment he’d earned by enduring two painful bites. He’d take whatever the Chimera would give him.

Then Grievance was on his knees again, behind him, face in line with Milo’s ass. Milo arched his back more, presenting himself to his mate. Telling him, with his body, that he was ready to be filled. To be fucked. To take Grievance’s seed into himself.

Give it to me. I want your cum inside me. Fuck, I want you to impregnate me with it.

“Now—” Grievance growled, using both hands to grip the globes of Milo’s ass, parting them and exposing his pleading hole to the warm spray. Milo tensed, feeling his heart pulse in response. “—your reward for being such a good little witch.”

He licked up and down Milo’s crease, and Milo felt that basilisk transformation return. It was way too long. Way too prehensile to be a normal tongue. Another stripe was all the preparation he got before that wet serpent was burying itself in his ass. Pushing deeper, widening as it went until Grievance’s bristly beard tickled his balls.

“FUUUUUCK!” Milo threw his head back and mewled as Grievance buried his tongue inside him. Tasting him. He pumped in and out of Milo at a rapid pace, Grievance anchoring Milo’s hips with his hands as he pistoned in and out of his hole.

I want to cum. Fuck, I want to cum already.

Milo’s hands balled into fists, pressed against the tile. He wanted to touch himself so bad. One stroke and he’d burst. He was riding that edge like it was his fucking job, and Grievance, his tormentor, was keeping him there, balanced on the edge of an oblivion that he was ready to die for.

The tongue withdrew, and Milo let his head fall, chest heaving and sweat beading along his back. Grievance gave one final kiss to his now thoroughly stretched hole.

“Delicious.” He rose, running a hand up and down Milo’s arched back. “Such a good boy. Staying still as I told you to. Do you want to touch yourself?”

“F-fuck you,” Milo said, but it came out pleading and with zero bite.

Grievance bent over Milo, spooning him as they stood in the spray of the hot shower.

“I bet it would only take a single stroke to make you come.”

Tears were well and truly falling from Milo’s eyes now.

“Grievance, you’re… you’re being cruel,” he sobbed. “Please. I can’t take it.”

That must have broken him. Because the next second, Milo was spun again, his back meeting the wall and⁠—

“FUUUCK Grievance~!” Milo cried out, burrowing his hands into long, thick hair, holding on for dear life as, in one swallow, his entire shaft disappeared down the Chimera’s throat.

“Grievance~ Grievance~”

He couldn’t stop saying his name. Singing it. Moaning it like a prayer while Grievance worshiped his cock. And he’d been right; it only took a few powerful pulls with his mouth, and Milo was spilling down his throat.

Milo’s body seized, and he hunched over. His mouth fell open, but no sound came out as he twitched and spasmed, cradling his mate’s head as bliss sent magic sparks shooting through his body.

Grievance let out a low, appreciative moan as Milo spilled in his mouth, his tongue licking the underside of Milo’s cock, coaxing out more cum.

Just when it became too much, he pulled off, his lips greedily taking that last pearly drop before letting Milo’s spent cock hang.

“Now I’m back to thinking your taste is my favorite.” Grievance hummed. “But fuck if I have to decide. I get to have all of you. So I don’t have to choose.”

Milo couldn’t even offer an affirming yes before he was spun once again, his head dizzy, eyes having difficulty focusing. An intense heat pressed against his hole, then a velvety soft pressure pushed forward.

“Oh fuck, Grievance ~” Milo said, throwing his hands back, stopping the Chimera’s hips. “Let—let me breathe for a second. Or I won’t be able to stand on my own.”

He felt a steaming breath against his skin as Grievance pressed his body against Milo’s.

“It’s a good thing I don’t need you to stand on your own. Just be a willing, good little mate. Can you do that?”

Oh fuck. Oh fuckety fuck.

Milo nodded. And in one motion, Grievance gripped Milo’s right leg behind the knee, lifting it and spreading him obscenely. Simultaneously, his left hand wrapped around Milo’s chest, practically lifting him off the shower floor. The tips of Milo’s toes still touched the tiled floor, but he was hardly bearing any of his own weight.

“Now. Deep breath in. Hold it for me.”