The Snap Back

The return to real came in an instant.

One moment the world was a dark, frozen oblivion and the next it was real again. The darkness rushing out to reveal the fire and the other figures.

Shane growled like a volcano, his fingers digging painfully into the side of Aaralons head as he slammed himself forward into his throat one final time. The **** of the thrust stinging Aaralon’s teeth.

He felt the bigger man’s cock swell, felt his body pulse, the warm rush of his seed speeding along the underside of his cock. Culminating in a fiery sensation as Shane emptied his balls directly down Aaralon’s throat.

A normal human would gag or try to push away, try to breathe as the cock and cum filled Aaralon’s throat. He was hardly a normal human however and so he simply closed his eyes. Enjoying the feeling of Shane’s orgasm. With every pulse, he felt flashes across his mind, images of a church, a home, a mother and father. Each image lasting only the length of a single spurt before being replaced.

It took Shane a long time to be spent, decades of unfulfilled desires pouring out through his cock and into Aaralon.

By the time he was finally done, his hands dropping from the side of Aaralons head as he let his quickly softening cock finally withdraw from his throat, Shane somehow looked reduced. As if the orgasm had taken something physical out of him.

Aaralon watched him slump down onto the log again, his eyes smoky as his cock glistened and dripped in the firelight.

Even as Aaralon felt the massive load of seed settle in his stomach he was mostly bothered by the strangely certain knowledge that Shane would be no use again tonight. Even as he pulled himself upright the mental image of being pressed down into the ground by this man loomed large in his mind.

Shaking his head and wiping his lips Aaralon resolved to check on the others. It had been longer than he thought since he had last looked after all. The fire was burning low and the rutting at seemed to lose much of its vigour.