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“Should have thought of that before,” Odin chided, pumping his fingers in all the way roughly, only to pull them out and shove them back in. The water sloshed around them, the sound mixing with Hunter’s sounds of protest.
“You’re a sick fuck,” he growled, “for hurting me every time I say something you don’t like.”
Odin quirked a brow but didn’t slow. “I wouldn’t do this if you didn’t enjoy it.”
“Liar.” He glared, but Odin merely shrugged.
“I suppose we’ll never know.” He added a third finger.
Hunter’s back bowed, the sting easing into an intense rush of pleasure as if someone had flipped a switch.
Odin’s mouth latched onto his nipple, sucking hard enough to have him gasping before he nipped at the bud with his teeth. He continued upwards, his lips painting open-mouth kisses across Hunter’s chest, up to the hollow of his throat, and over to the other side of his neck. He bit him hard, not enough to draw blood but enough to have Hunter jolting beneath him, inadvertently forcing those fingers deep.
Releasing his wrists, Odin pulled back, slipping his fingers free as well.
Hunter blinked and stared at him as Odin grabbed beneath his thighs and spread him as wide as the sides of the tub would allow. He swallowed, the anticipation growing to a boil so that he couldn’t even find his voice long enough to utter another protest. His eyes dropped lower, catching sight of Odin’s thick, proud cock just beneath the water, and he gulped.
That was enough to spur Odin on. He flicked his hips forward, driving into Hunter’s body to the hilt.
He made a strangled sound as he was stuffed full, light momentarily winking in his vision as a fresh wash of pleasure and pain hit him. He tried to close his legs but was forced to keep them open by strong palms.
Odin started thrusting, sharp, deep movements that had his balls slapping against the globes of Hunter’s ass and the water continuously sloshing out of the tub. He took him hard, his expression growing darker with each pump of his hips, that familiar primal look morphing his features.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he commanded, growling when Hunter shook his head. He settled a hand over his throat, tipping his head back. “Say it.”
“No.” Hunter moaned when Odin twisted his hips, causing his massive cock to bump against different parts of his inner walls.
When he pulled out, the head stroked up against his prostate, and with short, even thrusts, he continued to rub directly at it until tears were prickling at the corners of Hunter’s eyes.
“Mate me,” Odin said, only to be denied again. With a roar, he drove in deep, forcefully so that Hunter’s body bent, his knees practically at his shoulders now. Odin merely held him there and fucked into him with more vigor. “If you want me to go easy on you, tell me you’re mine, Huntsman.”
Hunter’s dick was trapped between them, being squeezed and rubbed, and he felt his balls tighten. He was so close. “Harder.”
Odin made a sound, part chuckle, part annoyance, but complied with the demand, battering Hunter’s insides furiously. It was a wonder he didn’t tear him in two with his cock alone.
Finally, Hunter felt him bump that spot again and tumbled over the edge. He exploded, dirtying the water as he unloaded for the second time that night, his dick twitching and spurting even as Odin continued to abuse his stretched hole.
And kept going.
And going.
Hunter groaned, the first feeling of discomfort at being practically bent in half and stuffed with thick cock slipping through his slowly dissipating blissed-out state. He pushed at Odin’s shoulders, but the other guy didn’t let up at all.
“Stop,” he said, crying out when that earned him a nip at his knee. “It’s starting to feel weird.” He was slipping into oversensitivity, which was not a sensation he was overly fond of.
Thankfully, Odin came then, bathing his insides in heat that Hunter felt sweep up his body to the tips of his ears. The orgasm lasted a long time, an entire minute going by with Odin’s cock plugging him up before finally exiting.
Hunter sighed and went lax as his legs were finally lowered, his muscles feeling like jelly. He clenched on nothing below for a moment and flinched at the sparks of feeling that caused, completely and totally spent.
He may have started drifting off even, until the sound of Odin tsking at him pulled him back.
The Snow Dominus was kneeling over him, peering down at him with a possessive, heated look that caused the breath to catch in Hunter’s throat.
“Don’t even think about sleep now, Huntsman,” Odin said. “I’m nowhere near finished with you.”
Before Hunter could reply, he found himself flipped over and repositioned on all fours. A split second later, Odin lined himself up and rammed his cock back inside.
Hunter’s screams echoed against the bathroom walls.
