Page 90 of Something Handsome This Way Comes

Milo raised his fist to his mouth, biting down on his knuckles as Grievance latched onto the inside of his thigh. His beard scraped deliciously against the sensitive skin while his tongue traced over the spot, savoring it before he laid claim.

And fuck, Grievance claimed him. He sucked hard, the pull strong enough to make Milo’s breath catch. In between each suck, he added teeth, inflicting sharp bites. Back and forth in the same tender spot until Milo’s thighs were shaking and he was doing everything in his power to keep from shoving Grievance off when⁠—

A massive hand grabbed ahold of Milo’s desperate cock, giving it a firm, punishing stroke. Milo groaned, the pleasure conflicting with the pain so hard it made him dizzy. The Chimera continued to stroke Milo’s cock, guiding him through the pain until finally… it was over.

Tears of relief fell from Milo’s eyes, joining the spray of the shower as his mate detached from his leg. Milo dared to look down and groaned at the bright red spot already forming there.

Grievance rose and placed a tender kiss on Milo’s knuckles, which he hadn’t realized he’d bitten almost hard enough to break the skin.

“You did so well.”

“Grievance, please… I can’t wait anymore. I need⁠—”

“I know what you need, my sweet mate,” Grievance growled. “And I’m going to give it to you until you beg me to stop.”

He spun Milo, pushing a hand to his back until he bent forward, both hands braced on the shower wall. Grievance leaned over him, placing both his hands on top of Milo’s as though cementing them there.

“Do not move these hands until I tell you to,” he growled into Milo’s ear.

“I—I won’t,” Milo gasped, shaking with anticipation. With need. With the mind-numbing promise being made to him in the form of Grievance’s massive length throbbing against his ass, leaking so much pre-cum, Milo couldn’t imagine how much lay in wait, trapped in his heavy sack.

Fuck, I want him to spill it inside me. Fill me up until I swell.

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~”