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A Mutt's Wet Dream

Short story By: Emerald Skye
Erotica


A little snippet of something I had on my mind.~


Submitted:Oct 30, 2012    Reads: 1,354    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


"And the virgin became a sacrifice, laying himself upon the sacred pedestal, naked of all inhibitions and clothing that may limit the Gods access to his willing flesh…. "

There was no ending to the pleasure running along his skin, sticky, warm hands of sensations running over the tiny hairs that covered his body, raising goose bumps on his skin, all around him, all over him, like tiny beggars for a coin to feed his belly. He was burning, yes, that he was. The scared virgin was burning, inside and out, he cried out almost in pain as his flesh brushed against the silk of his sheets, the fabric taunting his flesh, giving him a caress that was both too painful to bear, yet exactly what he needed.

The virgin tossed and turned, rubbing against the sheets, his nude body was withering luridly on the sheets, his hips humping on the sheet, his engorged member rising hot and hard between him and the sheets. It reached up to his naval, the sinewy, and thick crested manhood damp with his seed, which constantly leaked from the tip, sliding down the length of him, coating him in his own love juices.

His balls ached, tight and drawn up close to his body, pounding, trembling as the need to release his seed into a ready and willing body….Or maybe a hot mouth….A hot, hungry suckling mouth. Intent on sucking the cum from his balls, licking all over the hard shaft, suckling the bloated head that wept like a flower full of nectar…Yes…That was exactly what his dick felt like…A flower on the verge of exploding with the sweet nectar building up in his balls, and only a willing body would sate it….But not just any wiling body…No…His….He needed his….

His hands turned to claws on the sheets, tearing tiny holes into the fabric as he growled, the sound low and guttural, making him sound more animalistic than the man that he was. Or was he really that much man? Wasn't he more animal than human? The lust running through him at the moment was an obvious sign that he was slowly losing his grip on reality….Another keening growl escaped him as his bed humping allowed him to find sensitive spot that made his body tighten in warning.

But he still couldn't…He couldn't…He flipped onto his back, both of his hands going to his aching prick, it was so slicked over with his precum that his hands slid over it easily, working a furious rhythm as he raced towards orgasm…But he still couldn't…He was lacking…Needing… "Bane." He cried out, his body seizing up on itself. He needed the demon, he didn't know what he had done to make him so...Needy…But…He needed Bane….He wouldn't be able to relieve the pain in his groin without him….

The sudden high pictched sound of his alarm going made Cyanide's eyes flash open, his body froze, his breaths turning to desperate pants. His heart racing. The alarm kept ringing, until with a growl of fustrated lust, he slapped the annoying thing off his nightstand so hard, it flew into the wall opposite his bed and broke, the shrill ringing stopping with a sudden, high pictched 'Eep!'

He lay there, covered in sweat and other things...His prick still throbbed, though the heat from his dream had faded, leaving a hated, emptiness in his chest. As if someone had dangled the sweetest treats in his face, and then snatched it away before he could reach it. He closed his eyes again and rolled over, only to confront himself with the stickyness of the sheets. Annoyed beyond reason, he snarled and moved from the bed with a jerk, stomping to his bathroom, and slamming the door behind him, where he would continue...What had been interrupted....

Or Would He?





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