An End to Summer

by Diana Rose Wilson

  Bennonton didn’t allow him long to savor him or tease him back to hardness. Grasping his arms the general pulled him up to his feet and crushed his mouth over Zan’Dar’s and claimed him with his tongue as his cock had. Their shared moans filled the empty gardens and stirred the flickering fae lights around them.

  Zan’Dar didn’t think his heart could swell any larger in his chest. He clung to his lover, pressing himself tightly to him, enjoying how huge the other man felt. Strong and rough, the kiss bruised his lips and made his knees weaken. At last, gasping for breath, they broke the kiss, though neither of them moved apart. Foreheads together, noses nuzzling they gazed into one another’s eyes.

  “I’m going to take you to our rooms and show you how well you please me, my love,” Bennonton whispered a promise. “The taste of my seed on your lips is going to drive me crazy. You taste like pears and cinnamon. How is it even possible?”

  There was no way to answer that. He was too shaken with need. “Take me. I am yours to claim. I have been since you saved me from the point of the sword. I am bound to you.”

  Bennonton adjusted himself back into his breeches before both arms slid around Zan’Dar and the powerful man swept him off his feet with a feral smile. “Oh, I’ve been longing to hear you say just those words.” He nuzzled into his curls as he walked through the dark of the garden. Rather than heading down the slope that led back to the beach and the familiar tent, he carried him into the castle. At the top of the steps Zan’Dar glanced through the fan of feathers to see the small gathering still in attendance. Several of his guard and Bennonton’s offered wide, approving smiles and roared out a toast.

  “To Lord General and Zan’Dar.”

  Bennonton’s voice whispered low into his shoulder, “So, are you going to be my mount, Zan’Dar? Lords above and all the demons of the earth, I worried you had changed your mind now that you’ve grown.” He growled happily as he walked up the stairs.

  He kicked open the door and strode to the bed, tackling Zan’Dar back into the fragrant bedding. Brilliant pink flower petals and the scent of roses and jasmine fluttered around them. Candles arranged throughout the room filled the huge chamber with golden light.

  Lord Bennonton, Calvary General seemed to take up the whole room. He was Zan’Dar’s entire world as he prowled over him on the bed and kept him pinned down to claim a lingering kiss. His growl of pleasure seemed to quiver the flames around the room. Zan’Dar threaded his fingers through the lush feathers, letting them run through his palms and then stroked down the man’s shoulders and back.

  “It’s my turn to pleasure you,” Bennonton whispered when he broke the kiss. Drawing back, he straddled Zan’Dar’s hips while playfully unfastening the ties down the silken shirt front. His golden eyes were heavy as he stroked the thatch of hair he’d uncovered. Bowing his head forward he kissed and licked one dusky nipple as it tightened. “Gods! You are more beast than man.” His voice trembled with desire and the powerful cock, already hard again through the fabric, pressed boldly across Zan’Dar’s.

  He wasn’t sure if he could stand the torment. His cock strained against the too snug breeches as he tried to grind up against the man straddling him. Bennonton was so careful though, and treated his nipples, chest and stomach to soft nuzzles and kisses. Agile fingers skillfully undressed him with slow deliberation, bit by bit revealing him as though he were unwrapping the most precious gift. When he finally slid down enough to work loose the buttons and ties of his breeches, there was an unmistakable stain of pre-cum at his groin and his cock threatened to tear free of the cloth and burst.

  “Ben. Oh gods! I’m going to die. I don’t think….I….” Zan’Dar flushed as his cock throbbed. He feared he was going to cum the moment he was touched. Except for his own desperate fumbling, no one had touched his cock. The thought of the big, rough hands carefully holding his manhood nearly overwhelmed him.

  “Easy, my sweet. We have all night and I plan to show you such pleasures,” Bennonton whispered, pulling the fabric down his hips. “My! You are a savage warlord. I’m going to see you come again and again and again until you have nothing more to give.”

  Zan’Dar couldn’t look. He panted, twisting his hips upward. His toes curled when warm breath teased his neck and the rough, strong hand wrapped around the base of his cock. He gritted his teeth, struggling for control. How could he fight back this desperate, burning pleasure?

  “Bright-eyes. Look at me. Look at me, love.” His lover’s voice was quiet and when he opened his eyes, the man gazed at him with affection and hunger. “Come for me.” It was a demand, growled low as he leaned the last fraction to kiss him.

  The orgasm rushed through him, starting somewhere deep in the soles of his feet and roared up his legs and thighs to grab ahold of his spine and bow it. Every muscle corded as he jerked his hips towards the heat that circled him. He came harder than he ever had in his life. The heat of his seed shot up his chest. Thick cream fountained up to his chin and even the side of his face as Bennonton’s fist angled his cock with steady pumps. It went on and on as his lover continued to stroke him.

  He moaned brokenly into Bennonton’s mouth and around the tongue that invaded him, unable and unwilling to stop the convulsions of his body. Each squeeze of his cock made him buck and thrash into his lover’s hand.

  Bennonton sat up slowly and his gleaming eyes took in the devastation he’d created with a slow, sensual smile. The big man drew his hands back, licking his fingers seductively before turning his attention to the front of his shirt. Unfastening the ties, he gracefully arched out of it. Muscles tightened, flexing with the simple movement of tossing the shirt over his shoulder. Gods and devils, the man was so beautiful to behold it sent a shaft of renewed heat through Zan’Dar’s trembling body.

  The glorious downy feathers perfectly accented his thick muscles. Even his abs were feathered by the curving vee down his navel, broken here and there by scars that made him even more handsome.

  “I wonder how long this young cock of yours will need to recover,” the general mused as he unclasped the belt and buttons before unlacing the front of his breeches. He lazily slid the fabric away, not letting Zan’Dar help at all. “You lay still. I’m not done with you, my sweet virgin.”

  The words stirred his lust, but it was the sight of the man fully naked that made his manhood swell to life again. Bennonton’s cock was hard as a curving steely sword jutting from his loins. The head gleamed with a pearl of pre cum. It sparked his need as though he had not just found his release.

  The warrior would not allow him to touch. Once he’d removed his boots and the rest of his clothing, the larger man caught his wrists, pinning them at his sides. Rocking his hips forward he trailed the swollen head of his cock through the silken cum coating his stomach and then over Zan’Dar’s semi-hard cock. It was more than enough to bring it fully to life. Several heartbeats stroking cock against cock and he was aching all over again.

  It was a sensual duel. Long, slow strokes together, moving down the full length before sliding apart. A shift of his hips forward became a parry before he darted back, shafts whispering together. As they separated again, Zan’Dar arched desperately upward, needing to feel more. The heat of that silk and steel cock brushing his from head to balls made him moan in pleasure.

  “My Lord! Oh, I…Please….” Zan’Dar was breathless, struggling to free his hands so he could wrap his arms around the man. He longed to hold him bare chest to chest. He needed to feel the drum of his heart pounding against him.

  “Mmmm! So polite in your need. Please what?” Bennonton’s golden eyes gleamed in the candlelight.

  “You’re going to make me…ugh!”

  “Aahh…make you come?” Bennonton purred, bowing forward to kiss his lower lip. As he did, his hips moved forward, stroking his length along his. Pre-cum slipped over him, mingling with the sticky heat of the earlier orgasm. “Say you want to come. You want me to make you come.”

  Heat burned through Zan�
�Dar’s face and down his throat as he twisted under the powerful weight that held him firm to the flower strewn bedding. His efforts only earned him more delicious torment. The stroke of cock to cock grew faster, making him squirm even more. “Bennonton! I want you to make me c-come.” he stammered through his teeth and then groaned in desire.

  “Oh gods,” Bennonton moaned and freed one of his wrists to wrap around his cock and stroke warmly from base to head. The slow stroke of his thumb over the crown made Zan’Dar buck upward and earned a husky snarl from his lover. “I want to taste you this time. Deep in the back of my throat. Do not close your eyes.”

  Zan’Dar gripped the nape of his lover’s neck to draw him down to catch his lips with his. He was desperate to claim that sexy, dirty mouth in a savage kiss. He wanted to reward the pleasure those skillful fingers were giving him as they pumped up and down his slick member.

  After savoring a long, hard kiss, the general drew back. He kissed his way down Zan’Dar’s cum-coated chest and stomach, licked around his navel and then roamed lower. His golden gaze met Zan’Dar’s as his lips parted and his tongue flicked out to lap over the swollen head. It was an effort not to let his eyes flutter closed at the same moment the warmth of his lips slipped over his shaft and began to consume him. He slid his hands up through the glorious crown of feathers and wanted desperately to pull him firmly down upon him. Pleasure coiled up from the pit of his stomach and spread like fire through his thighs and tightened every muscle when it shot up his spine. He rolled his hips up until his ass arched off the bed, sinking deep into the hungry mouth.

  Tight, slick heat encircled him and the firm suction drew a choked moan and whimper from somewhere deep inside him. His cock bucked in response. Then Bennonton’s tongue swirled around him and he almost bolted right over the edge. It was unlike any fantasy he’d ever had. Bennonton’s palm gathered his balls and his fingers teased over them as he squeezed softly in time with the back and forth pistoning of his lips up and down over his prick. The low vibration of his pleasure ran down his length and curled tighter around his spine, spilling golden pleasure through and over him. Again and again Bennonton took him. Each time deeper and the back of his throat felt hot and snug and perfect as he was sucked.

  Zan’Dar moaned and thrust deeper into his lover’s perfect mouth. The groan that answered him, vibrated through the base of his being, driving him crazy with the rush of sensations. He might die of pleasure. He might die of the sweet, burning torment of lips and tongue and fingers. And then a fingertip teased down the cleft of his ass. A strong caress caressed around and then against his pucker. The touch circling there intensified his pleasure, moving faster and faster in time with the way the hot, slick lips worked up and down his shaft.

  All the while, his lover’s golden gaze consumed him. He watched every change of expression. Read each shifting emotion and coaxed out new sensations. He brought him to the brink and then slowed, teasing and tormenting. The loving of that skillful mouth went on and on.

  He cried out when Bennonton’s cum slick fingertip finally dared to press past the brink of the torment and pushed into him. His cock bucked in time with invasion of his ass. The forbidden entry sent a savage thrill through him. The orgasm shocked him with its brutal pleasure. It rocked him as he thrust deep and wild into Bennonton’s willing, hot mouth. He sobbed out his name with every pulse of his climax. Hot cum gushed deep into his lover’s hungry lips as the finger slid deeper, plunging and filling him in time with his throb and the release of his pleasure.

  His lover’s growls and moans filled the room, muffled around the cock he continued to suck and lick. Zan’Dar spread his thighs wider, unexpectedly swept away by the pleasure as the slick, nimble fingers pushed deeper, curling up somewhere deep and secret inside him. He might never return from the pinnacle of that pleasure.

  “Oh gods. Oh gods! What are you doing? Oh yes. Yes!”

  Sucking him from base all the way up to the head, he felt his cum drained greedily from him until at last the heavenly, soft lips pulled away completely. The wet, slurping sound echoed in the room, mingling with the rough, panting breaths. Zan’Dar shuddered, weak and spent, boneless on the bed of petals while his lover reared over him like a conqueror.

  “I’m getting you ready to take my cock, love,” Bennonton purred. He was splendid as he rocked back on his knees and admired what he’d wrought. His cock was even harder now, shamelessly flushed red. At the swollen head glistened with a pearl of pre-cum. He wrapped a fist around the base of his cock and slapped it teasingly against Zan’Dar’s slick stomach. It sent a buzz of need through him. And a little fear. That powerful cock would claim him and he wanted it. Gods, it was so huge. How could he possibly fit it inside him?

  Zan’Dar didn’t think he could move. The finger remained curling and teasing his ass and it was joined by a second, stretching him with a mingling of faint discomfort that only made the pleasure more intense. His spent cock responded with a pulse of life, rising up and thickening with the swirling delight of pleasure.

  Bennonton smiled and reached to the side of the bed, dipping his fingers into a basin there. His fingers were almost too hot when they returned to Zan’Dar’s stomach and smoothed the warmed oil down his body to his cock. The heat and slippery luxury of his fingers coaxed life back into him and he whimpered, moving his hips in time with the stroking.

  “I didn’t think you were quite finished,” Bennonton purred, leaning down to kiss Zan’Dar’s gasps as he dipped more warmed oil in his hand and this time he used it to caress and pet over Zan’Dar’s ass, moving his fingers out of his tight pucker to slicken him even more with the luxurious ointment. The scent of honey mingled with the roses, mixing with the musk of sex and sweat and need.

  “Oh, gods,” Zan’Dar moaned when two slick fingers slipped into him without the earlier discomfort. There was only a blazing pleasure and a need for more.

  “Are you all right, my love? Should I stop and let you rest?” Bennonton whispered against his lips. He oiled his own cock in anticipation. Fingers glistening and slick, he rubbed the honey scented lubricant over his manhood, showing off the massive length in the candlelight.

  “I want you. Please. Don’t stop.” He reached for his lover’s cock and wrapped his fingers around the solid steel of his slick length. The touch drew a fractured moan from the big man that filled Zan’Dar’s mouth. The kiss deepened as they stroked each other and teased their cocks together in tandem and in contrast.

  Bennonton’s powerful chest pressed into his, the growls of pleasure vibrating down into his bones as he carefully drew Zan’Dar’s thighs wider, pulling his knee up along his hip.

  Trembling, he allowed Bennonton to control and overpower him. The bigger man’s touches were strong and bold and yet so gentle and skilled. He teased Zan’Dar to spread himself wider, moaning in pleasure when Zan’Dar did as he was silently bid.

  For a moment they poised there, breathing in each other with lips barely touching and gazes locked in the near dark as the candles burned down. Their heartbeats together, pulses racing and the warm, smooth head of Bennonton’s cock nuzzled downward, teasing his shaft and then his balls before fitting against his pucker. Bennonton felt impossibly huge against his ass. For a moment Zan’Dar froze, whimpering with a sudden and unexpected twist of fear.

  “Ssshhh. Gently, love,” Bennonton’s voice rumbled. He kissed his lower lip, “Relax, lover. Easy, bright eyes.” He rocked slowly, pressing against the tightened entry, nuzzling there. “I’m going to make you beg me not to stop. I’m going to fill you again and again with my cum until you are so full of me.” He teased and reached down to cup Zan’Dar’s balls and rolled his thumb along one sensitive orb and then the other.

  When Zan’Dar gasped in delight, Bennonton pressed forward into the slack of resistance and exploited his advantage, taking his carefully plundered prize. He deepened the kiss consuming the cry with a snarl of pleasure as the thick cock head found entry. It was both an agony and t
hrill to be stretched open. He never knew such pleasure existed until that moment his lover claimed him.

  Every nerve and fiber thrummed as they rocked together, kissing. Bennonton’s fingers stroked Zan’Dar’s cock, allowing him to adjust around him and to the sensation of being stretched wide around his massive cock. There was no rush. His lover didn’t take more. Bennonton teased and promised and held himself still by some inhuman restraint.

  “Aahh! You feel so good. You are going to be the death of me, bright-eyes,” he whispered against his lips, shuddering and trembling. It echoed all the way though his body, making his ass clamp tight around Bennonton’s cock which drew a husky moan from the man. “Too much? Should I stop?”

  “No. Don’t you dare!” Zan’Dar growled back and spread his thighs more, drawing his leg up higher and oh god! He cried out in pleasure as he felt Bennonton slide deeper. It was so good. Even better the deeper the cock slipped inside him. Clawing at his shoulder, he whimpered for more, both vocally and physically. He bowed upward towards his love, heart pounding until he was flush against him. There was nothing between them. They were a tangle of limbs and lips and fingers and tongues.

  “Oh gods. GODS!” Bennonton roared when he was fully buried into him, sobbing out his pleasure into Zan’Dar’s neck before kissing and biting there. “Hold onto me. Aah, like that!” Slowly he began to move. He withdrew an inch only to drive back in again, bodies slapping together in the dark room. Perfect, deep thrusts filled him, replacing the discomfort and eclipsing it with pleasure that built stronger with every slam of the powerful hips.

  He sensed Bennonton nearing his release when the strokes became jagged and shuddering, jerking in tight, savage pumps, driving him hard into the bed. The swollen knot teased him, slapping against him, testing his limits. He clawed fingers down Bennonton’s shoulders and back, down to his ass, pulling him tighter, encouraging him not to hold back.