Kort’s Treasure

by Charlie Richards

  Kort felt Mace’s seed join his own as his human’s cock twitched in his grip, sliding against his own.

  “So damn good, Mace,” Kort gasped as he slid the hand on Mace’s hip up around his back. He held him close as he rested his forehead against Mace’s. “You feel so amazing in my arms.”

  Mace smiled, his expression dazed. “Wow. You’re pretty amazing yourself,” he whispered. “Never really thought about docking before, but I’m definitely gonna wanna do that again.”

  Kort chuckled roughly, still trying to catch his breath. “Anytime, my mate,” he rumbled. “Anytime.”

  Sighing, Mace moved his head to Kort’s chest. “So, I guess we need to talk about bonding, huh?” he whispered. “Will it hurt?”

  Surprised by the sudden question, Kort froze. He quickly recovered. “No,” he assured. Sliding his wings along the ground, he stretched them out to either side of his body on the blanket so he could lie flat. “Come here,” he urged as he lay back and took Mace with him.

  Mace sprawled across his chest as if he belonged there, settling his chin on his chest. Resting his hands on either side of Kort, he slid his fingertips lightly over the thin membrane of his wings. He hummed and smiled.

  “Your wings are really soft,” Mace commented. “I didn’t expect that.”

  Kort’s chuckle turned into a groan as Mace continued to stroke his wings. The gentle touches seemed to transfer straight to his cock, and his dick swiftly hardened again. Never would he have suspected that his wings were an erogenous zone.

  Mace chuckled softly. “You like that?” he asked playfully as he continued to pet Kort’s wings.

  His lover’s fingertips stroked across the muscular tendons running through Kort’s membranes. The gentle petting sent tingles through him that caused goose bumps to erupt across his chest. His nipples beaded as fresh waves of arousal flooded his body.

  “I like it very much.”

  Kort smiled up at his grinning lover as he lowered his hands to Mace’s ass. He cupped the human’s globes and massaged the plump mounds. As he rocked his hips up and rubbed his once again hard prick against Mace’s groin, he appreciated that his lover’s dick was also hardening.

  “Bonding is a very pleasurable experience,” Kort rumbled. “It involves lots of sex. Me fucking you and you fucking me, along with us exchanging blood.”

  Humming, Mace placed his hands flat on Kort’s wings, rubbing over them as he rutted back against him. “I get to fuck you?” he asked, his surprise showing even through his arousal.

  “Oh, yes,” Kort responded, shuddering. He groaned softly and flexed his wings, enjoying the petting. “I look forward to you fucking me very much. I want to know what it feels like to have your pretty dick up my ass.”

  “H-Have you ever been fucked before?” Mace asked on a gasp. “I’ve never, um, been the pitcher before.”

  A rumbling laugh escaping him, Kort grinned up at his lover. “I haven’t done anything with anyone,” he admitted. “So we’ll figure it all out together.”

  “Really?” Mace squeaked. He leaned up and met his gaze squarely, a clearly surprised expression on his face. “Wren said you were like, the clutch playboy or something.”

  Kort felt his cheeks heat, but he gazed back into his lover’s searching look. “I worked long and hard to cultivate that reputation,” he admitted. “I’m over three hundred years old. I really had no desire to be ribbed about being a virgin at my age.”

  “Wow!” Mace settled his left palm on Kort’s chest, then his chin on his hand. “That’s amazing,” he whispered as he once again began softly stroking Kort’s wing with the fingertips poking out of his cast. “I thought I was old at losing my virginity at twenty-four.” He flushed and muttered, “Now I wished I’d waited another month to give it to you instead of Jessup.”

  A wash of jealousy flooded Kort, but he squelched it. He knew it was ridiculous to be upset about Mace doing something before they’d met. Instead, he focused on the positive of Mace’s relationship with that asshole.

  “If you hadn’t gotten involved with Jessup, it may have taken us much longer to meet,” Kort told him. “After all. How often do you hug Wren?”

  Mace’s brows drew down in obvious confusion. “What do you mean? I never hug him.”

  Kort grinned. “Exactly, but he took you home from the hospital,” he reminded him. “He helped you in and out of his vehicle, helped you into your house, and ended up with your scent all over him.” Smirking, Kort lifted one hand to trace the fore claws of his hand down Mace’s jaw bone as he stated, “Just about freaked me out when I started getting turned on by a scent coming off of him. Imagine my excitement when I realized what it could possibly mean.”

  After grimacing, Mace offered a wry smile. “So Jessup hurting me ended up being a good thing.”

  Smiling up at his cute human, Kort shrugged. “Only if you think being with me is a good thing.” As he waited for Mace’s response, Kort prayed to any God who cared to listen that his lover would agree.

  “I think it just might be,” Mace whispered. He reached up and traced his thumb over Kort’s right brow. “So, um, maybe we should move this party inside so we can get cleaned up.” He winked, offering a playful smile as he wriggled in Kort’s grip. “Then, we can get dirty all over again.”

  “I do like the way you think,” Kort growled. He loved how forward his sexy lover was. It told him that his mate was comfortable with him, which he appreciated more than he could say. “Let’s carry out this master plan of yours.”

  With a wink, Kort leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to Mace’s lips. Then, he moved one hand to Mace’s hip and the other to his shoulder. He gently helped him rise to a sitting position.

  Mace continued moving, sliding to the side and swinging his second leg over so he knelt on one side. His brows furrowed as he began working on righting his clothes.

  Kort quickly shifted his hips and pulled his loincloth back into place. After sitting up, he touched Mace’s shoulder and reminded, “I popped your button off. Sorry.” He gave his lover a sheepish smile. “I was a little excited.”

  Looking up at him from beneath his lashes, Mace smirked. “I like that I affect you so much.”

  “You do,” Kort confirmed, unwilling to hide anything from his mate. “Give me just a minute to put everything away, then we’ll go to my room... our room, if you’re willing.”

  Mace didn’t answer right away. Instead, he rose to his feet, keeping one hand on the waist band of his pants. Nibbling his bottom lip, his brow was furrowed as if deep in thought.

  Relieved that he hadn’t received an outright no, Kort went to work cleaning up the food. He packed everything in the basket, moved the container off the fabric, then picked up the blanket and folded it. After tossing it over his shoulder, he picked up the basket and turned to see Mace sitting on a stone bench waiting for him.

  Kort held out his hand, palm up. Mace’s face broke into a brilliant smile. He took Kort up on his offer and, hand in hand, they began walking out of the gardens. Unable to help himself, Kort slid his tail around Mace’s near thigh.

  Mace’s steps faltered as he glanced down. “Is that—” Mace started, then paused as he continued walking and looked over at him. “Is that your tail?”

  “Yeah, it is,” Kort replied. “I hope you don’t mind,” he added somewhat sheepishly. “I like touching you.”

  “Do you control it?”

  “I do,” Kort confirmed, smiling at his lover. “It’s part of me.”

  Mace nodded. “Uh. Can I, uh, touch it?”

  Kort pushed the French doors open, then led the way inside his rooms. “You may touch me any way and anywhere you want, Mace,” he assured. Once his lover stepped inside the bedroom, Kort turned and shut the door behind them, blocking out the cool evening air. He turned to find Mace standing directly behind him. Smiling, Kort touched the forefingers of his free hand to his human’s jaw as he whispered, “I�
�m hoping I have the same privilege with you.”

  Nodding, Mace murmured, “Absolutely.” Then he turned his head and nipped Kort’s fingers before raking a heated gaze over him. “You ready for that shower?” he asked. “I wanna take advantage of my ability to touch you in any way I want.”

  Jerking a nod, Kort placed the blanket on a chair. He hurried to the small kitchenette and shoved the entire basket into his refrigerator. He had to push hard to get the door closed, but at least it latched. When Kort returned to his bedroom, he froze and just about swallowed his tongue.

  Mace stood naked in the bathroom doorway, his arms stretched to rest on either side of the door frame. His casted right arm was already wrapped in a clear plastic bag, but that didn’t at all take away from his appeal. Especially when Mace grinned cheekily at Kort, then turned and shook his ass a little as he disappeared from view. Seconds later, Kort heard the water start.

  His erection straining, Kort yanked off his loincloth and followed after his mate.

  Chapter Nine

  Mace had never felt so confident, so comfortable in his own skin. Somehow, the way Kort looked at him just made him feel... sexy. For the first time in his life, he felt free to take charge, to share what he wanted, to take what he needed.

  For Kort to admit that he was not a self-confident playboy, but a virginal novice, only heightened his need to take control.

  By the time Mace had gotten the water to the temperature he wanted—hot, but not scalding—he heard Kort’s clawed feet click on the tile behind him. He turned and swallowed hard.

  Wow!

  In a loincloth, Kort was eye-catching. Lying on a blanket with his dick out, he was drool-worthy. Standing in the bathroom without a stitch on, his massive probably nine and a half inch dick ramrod straight and pointing toward the ceiling, Kort was the epitome of masculine sexuality.

  Mace wanted to lower to his knees and worship at the altar of everything Kort. With his gaze fixed on the thick rod jutting from the gargoyle’s groin, he couldn’t help but lick his lips. The big piece of man meat was a thing of beauty, sure, but what caught Mace’s eye was the fact that Kort was hairless. The hide of his skin around his mast was a slightly paler shade of red and just called to Mace for a tongue bath.

  Kort gripped the base of his erection with his thumb and forefinger and a groan escaped him... as did a bead of nearly translucent pre-cum.

  “You look at me like that and my balls tingle,” Kort rumbled gruffly. “I love it.”

  Jerking his gaze up to Kort’s face, Mace took in the gargoyle’s expression. He could only describe it as feral. His exotic purple eyes blazed with lust and lines of tension were etched across his face. The fingers of his free hand seemed to twitch as if fighting his urge to just... grab.

  Eager to feel those hands on him, and to touch the big gargoyle, Mace had no intension of drawing this out.

  Mace lifted a hand and crooked his finger. “Come on,” he beckoned. “Let’s get wet and soapy,” he urged. Then, getting a wicked idea in his mind, he asked, “Just how much control do you have over your tail?”

  Stepping over the lip of the shower and under the spray, Mace turned and waited. Kort cocked his head for just an instant, then moved forward, joining him in the large, double-headed shower stall.

  “I have complete control,” Kort rumbled softly. “Why do you ask?”

  Mace grinned as he picked up the loofah. God, he loved that he wasn’t the only man who enjoyed the feel of the scratchy puff. After pouring a generous amount of body wash onto the scrubbing utensil, Mace focused on the sexy gargoyle filling most of the stall.

  “Turn around and face the wall,” Mace ordered. “Spread your wings just enough so I can get all of your back.”

  Immediately, Kort obeyed.

  Heady with the feeling of power over the gargoyle, Mace stepped up behind him. He rested his plastic-covered hand on Kort’s shoulder, rubbing his fingertips along the collar bone awkwardly. Placing the loofah on the middle of his back, he started to rub.

  As Mace moved the suds-filled loofah over the massive back spread before him, he enjoyed the view... a lot. Mace’s own prick bobbed and jerked as he rubbed over firm flesh and defined muscles. The gargoyle’s skin was red and a little bumpy, and Mace found it extremely fascinating.

  Hearing Kort groan softly, Mace gritted his teeth. Excitement flooded him and his own prick tapped against his stomach with every beat of his heart. Mace was uncertain if it was feeling the big male’s body, hearing his groans and grunts of obvious pleasure, or feeling the gargoyle push into his ministrations.

  Whichever it was, it was the most arousing thing Mace had ever experienced. Wanting more, he continued working over the big male’s body. When he massaged under his right armpit, he heard Kort growl and his wings twitched. Grinning, Mace moved the loofah to the other pit, getting the same response, although this time Kort did look over his shoulder and scowl at him.

  “Ticklish?” Mace teased.

  Kort growled softly, then grumbled, “Yes. Don’t tell anyone.”

  Mace grinned and started working the loofah down Kort’s side. “Your secret is safe with me, big guy,” he assured with a wink.

  Reaching the top of Kort’s ass, Mace paused to stare. Where a human’s cheeks would form, he saw the beginning of his lover’s long, sinewy tail. He stroked his thumb over and around the base curiously. Kort grunted and his hips twitched.

  “Found a sensitive spot,” Mace whispered, rubbing over the spot again.

  Kort hissed, pushing into his touches. “Gods, yes, that feels... oddly good.”

  Mace loved that Kort didn’t hide anything from him. Wanting to explore more, he dropped the loofah and reached for the soap. He awkwardly used both hands to work up a thick lather in his good hand. After putting the soap back on the built-in tray, he placed the fingertips of his casted hand on his hip. He reached for Kort’s tail, wrapping his hand around it just below where it attached to the gargoyle’s ass. Mace slid his hand all the way down it, tugging lightly.

  A low humming, rumbling growl sounded from Kort and he practically vibrated. “You have no idea how much I want to grab you, pin you to this wall, and fuck you so hard you’ll always remember who you belong to.”

  Grinning, Mace replied, “I look forward to trying that some time.” He released his lover’s tail and reached for the conditioner. “Right now, though,” he whispered huskily. “I want to open you up and slide my dick in your ass.” Standing up behind Kort, he pressed his chest to Kort’s back. He stood on his toes so he could rut his dick against Kort’s lower ass. “Are you okay with that?”

  Kort gave a whole body shudder. He peered over his shoulder at Mace as he huskily whispered, “You can do anything you want to me.” He swallowed hard. “And I can’t wait to see what you do, too.”

  Mace’s breathing hitched in his chest. His cock oozed a dollop of pre-cum and his balls tingled. Even with getting off less than thirty minutes ago out in the garden, Mace knew he was close. Still, he remembered that Kort said he’d never been fucked before.

  Mace had never considered his six and a half inch dick big. Hell, if Kort wasn’t almost seven feet tall, he could have gotten a serious complex upon seeing the size of the gargoyle’s rod. Still, he planned to make certain the big male was good and ready.

  After pouring ample conditioner on the fingers of his left hand, Mace felt for Kort’s hole. The gargoyle moved his tail, wrapping it around his leg as he widened his stance. The move not only opened him, but put their groins at a more accessible level for what Mace had in mind.

  “Have you ever played with your ass?” Mace asked. The words were out of his mouth before he even thought about them. Never had he imagined asking someone that. Still, he didn’t want to hurt his lover, so he added by way of explanation, “I don’t want to push too hard.”

  Kort chuckled roughly as he canted his hips. “Oh, I’ve fucked myself with my tail plenty of times,�
�� he told him. “I know how good it feels. Open me up and take me.”

  Mace just about swallowed his tongue. “Oh, fuck,” he whined. “So you know exactly what to do with your tail?” he asked, thinking that his earlier idea had just gotten so much hotter.

  As he slipped one finger into Kort’s channel, he noted his finger sank in easily. He pulled it out and pushed in a second one. Feeling some restriction, he flexed his fingers and spread them, stretching his lover’s channel.

  “Are you going to do that to me, Kort?” Mace prodded breathlessly. “Are you going to slide your tail into my ass and stretch me out? Maybe do it while I’m fucking you, so I’ll be all ready for your big dick once I’m done filling your chute with my jizz?”

  Kort groaned huskily. “Hurry the fuck up,” he urged. “Or I’m gonna come from just your talking.”

  Mace chuckled roughly. “I’ve seen the way you recuperate,” he stated. “I bet you could get it up again.” As he spoke, he curved his fingers and rubbed over Kort’s sweet spot. “And again.” He did it a second time. “And again.”

  Moaning and jerking, Kort cried his name. From the way his ass clenched on Mace’s fingers, he knew he’d just gotten the gargoyle off. Seeing the big male’s hands fisted, how his body jerked, and feeling him slam his hips back as if searching for more was almost Mace’s undoing.

  Groaning, Mace pushed a third finger into Kort’s body. Feeling how relaxed his shuddering lover was, he pulled his fingers free, swiped up and down his prick, smearing the rest of the conditioner on it, and lined up his dick to his lover’s hole.

  “R-Ready?” Mace ground out, praying the man would say—

  “Hell, yeah,” Kort gasped, obviously still trying to get his breath after experiencing his orgasm. “Sink into me, sexy. I want to feel you.”

  “Oh, yeah,” Mace muttered, thrusting forward.

  Mace couldn’t resist looking down and watching. Feeling the guardian muscle open for him, his crown sank into his lover’s channel. He groaned and paused, gasping for breath. No amount of jacking off in a Fleshlight could have prepared him for the real deal. His cock head felt as if it was held in a vice... a hot, massaging vice.