Chapter 2: Steamy Worship
Zhalar’s thrusts became erratic, a brutal, pounding rhythm that had the table screeching against the tile floor as weeks of pent-up, solitary need coiled into a tight, white-hot knot at the base of his spine. With a raw, guttural shout that echoes in the steamy room, he slams home one last time, his thick cock pulsing as he empties himself in deep, voluminous ropes, flooding Somnus’s well-used hole with a hotter, far more copious load than usual. Spent, he slides out with a wet, messy sound, his cum immediately beginning to leak from the stretched, puffy opening. Without a word, breathing heavily, Zhalar moves down the table, his hands spreading Somnus’s muscular cheeks wider as he lowers his mouth, not to the ruined hole, but to worship the twin, heavy cocks that rest beneath it. His tongue sweeps a broad, filthy stripe along the underside of both shafts, collecting the pooled precum before taking one fat, dark head deep into his hungry mouth.
The final few heavy thrusts caused the Xaela to curl his toes, eyes rolling as a low and hungry growl left him, fingers gripping the table as he tried not to let himself become thrown off, tail thumping in the small puddle of sweat that both of them dripped. His cocks were already dispensing a heavy load on the floor and across the legs as he looked back at Zhalar, hair slick and dripping with sweat as he watched the man slither down, his hole already craving to be filled again as it winked, the flood of cum already beginning to bubble up, the deep cavern of his innards painted in a thick white.
"F-Fuuuuuck" he cooed, voice raspy as he felt that trail of spit coax even more spunk out of him.
The Highlander suckles the first thick crown with reverence, his tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge before swallowing the shaft to its root, his throat working, bulging, around the girth. “Yesss, feed me,” he mutters as he pulls off with a slick pop before turning his attention to the other weeping head, lapping at the salty precum that freely flows. He takes the second cock just as deep, one hand working the slick length he’d just abandoned while the other massages the heavy, full balls trapped between Somnus' thighs. The steamy air is filled with wet, slurping, choking, gagging sounds and Somnus’s broken groans as Zhalar services both massive dicks with a desperate, worshipful hunger. His own spent cock twitches against the cedar table, already stirring again at the taste and the sheer obscene spectacle of the Xaela coming apart before him.
Zhalar’s mouth is a slick, demanding paradise, milking another thick strand of precum from Somnus as he switches between the twin shafts, his gagging breaths humid against sweat-slicked skin. “You taste like fucking victory,” Zhalar rasps, pulling off to lap at the Xaela’s heavy balls with a broad, flat tongue.
He takes one fat orb into his mouth, sucking hard as his own asshole flutters and clenches around nothing, his imagination painting a vivid, desperate picture of being split open by those twin monstrous cocks. “Fuck, thinking about you railing me makes my hole ache,” he groans, the words vibrating against Somnus’ sensitive skin. “I need it. I need you to ruin me.”