Giving as much as he was taking, becoming more of what he could be and less than what he had been. It wasn't just wings and claws, claws that raked lightly over Dylan's skin. It was the thoughts that he could easily open Dylan's skin, have blood pouring over him even as Dylan fucked him raw.
Dylan could heal. Daniel could as well. That was part of it. All he was taking, everything that had changed, and he just wanted more. He had no desire to lose any of it. Not in the least. Suddenly he wanted it all. All of it and everything.
He could feel that hand on his horn, stroking him, making his clit throb with every stroke, feeling almost like it was pulsing against Dylan's fingers.
Yet it was that statement, being pleaded with to come. That was enough to make him want to do just what Dylan wanted.
"Only if you bite me before you come," he managed to choke out, even as he arched up, kissing Dylan once more. Hard, drawing in the sexual energy even as he shuddered, bucked, came hard around Dylan. Feeling every flutter of his cunt around thick flesh as he broke the kiss, mewling and moaning as he came, feeling as if it wouldn't ever stop.
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Dylan could heal. Daniel could as well. That was part of it. All he was taking, everything that had changed, and he just wanted more. He had no desire to lose any of it. Not in the least. Suddenly he wanted it all. All of it and everything.
He could feel that hand on his horn, stroking him, making his clit throb with every stroke, feeling almost like it was pulsing against Dylan's fingers.
Yet it was that statement, being pleaded with to come. That was enough to make him want to do just what Dylan wanted.
"Only if you bite me before you come," he managed to choke out, even as he arched up, kissing Dylan once more. Hard, drawing in the sexual energy even as he shuddered, bucked, came hard around Dylan. Feeling every flutter of his cunt around thick flesh as he broke the kiss, mewling and moaning as he came, feeling as if it wouldn't ever stop.