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Duncan pressed back and he could feel Malt’s other hard cock. “Oh. Fuck yes.”
Malt’s eyes flickered, and he sat up, now cradling Duncan in his lap. His hands greedily groped Duncan’s sides and down over his ass. “Is this satisfactory?”
“This is perfect.” Duncan pressed close, and he reached down beneath him to pull out Malt’s spent cock. He groaned as Malt’s thick come dripped out of his soft hole, and he quickly shoved Malt’s other cock inside of himself to stem the flow.
“Mmm, Duncan.” Malt’s wings flared out, displaying an intricate array of brilliant red eyespots and black swirls that was positively hypnotizing. They had to be ten feet across, maybe even more as they nearly touched the walls, and a small flutter ruffled Duncan’s hair.
“Holy shit.” Duncan squirmed, sinking down on Malt’s thick cock as he took in the beauty of his impressive wings. Duncan’s hole was dripping wet and Malt’s cock slid in effortlessly. The stretch was divine, and he moaned when Malt thrust up into him. “Fuck!”
Malt’s long fingers dug into Duncan’s hips, pulling him into every slam. He was so strong that he was bouncing Duncan in his lap as if he weighed nothing, and his mighty wings flapped when he really got going.
Duncan hung on to Malt’s furry collar for dear life as he was fucked senseless. His brain could barely process the ferocious pounding and the rising friction, and he let himself be manhandled however Malt wanted.
Malt’s cock was so big that Duncan swore it was going up into his ribs, and he couldn’t stop the barrage of sounds leaving his lips—breathless whines, needy whimpers, and low, ravenous moans. Malt was fucking him without any signs of slowing down, no doubt to make up for the quick finish from earlier, but Duncan wasn’t sure how much more he could take.
His hole was throbbing, and he needed relief from the intense rhythm. He grabbed his dick, stroking himself into hardness as he pleaded, “I need to come, baby. Please, I gotta come!”
“Come for me.” Malt’s eyes glowed like raging fires. “I will give you my seed once more and you will come for me.”
Duncan stroked himself so fast that his hand cramped and he had to switch, driving his body toward its climax as Malt continued to slam into him. He gritted his teeth, his breath stolen away in a sharp grunt as the countless sensations overwhelmed him. He gasped, his entire body going rigid as he was dragged over the edge by Malt’s relentless cock and his own steady hand.
He shouted when he came, and he groaned as Malt’s cock released another fat sac inside of him. It was soon gushing out of him as Malt plowed his ass, and Duncan had to plead, “God! Mm, Malt! I can’t! Fuck, I can’t take any more!”
Malt’s hips stuttered, slowed, and then stopped. He inspected Duncan’s cock as if making sure he’d really come, and then he pulled Duncan in for a sweet kiss.
Duncan had some trouble kissing back because he couldn’t feel his face, his nose and lips especially tingly from the extraordinary climax. He sagged against Malt’s chest, mumbling, “I think you broke me.”
“That is a shame,” Malt teased, “because I was looking forward to doing that again.”
Duncan snorted. “We’re definitely doing it again, don’t you worry about that.”
“Excellent.” Malt’s wings folded back, and he rubbed Duncan’s hip. “I hope it has been pleasing for you.”
“It has been fuckin’ awesome.” Duncan cuddled in close. “You made a believer out of me, you know.”
“Oh?”
“I didn’t know if I believed in any of it. Ghosts, demons, whatever.” Duncan chuckled. “I didn’t believe in Mothman, that’s for sure, and look at me. Here in bed with you. Wow. I have no idea what I’m going to do now.”
“What do you mean?”
“Because I know that it might all be real now. Like, all of it. Every paranormal thing ever. I’m kinda worried about what else might be out there.” Duncan smiled. “I spent my entire life searching for proof, you know. I wanted to believe in something so badly and… Well, I found you.”
“Does this mean you believe in me now?
“I super believe in you.”
Malt seemed especially pleased.
“What is it?”
“I believe in you too.” Malt kissed Duncan’s forehead. “I think you will find whatever it is you seek to give yourself purpose.”
“I…” Duncan cleared his throat. “I really thought about staying here for a while. I still have the cabin for a few more days.” He rubbed Malt’s chest. “I was thinking maybe you could help me remove any last lingering doubts.”
“But you said you believed now.”
“I’m trying to say I want to see you again.”
