Chapter 36: So Many Swords, Pt 2, Unholy Milk*
[Marcus Martin POV]:
As the fused incarnation of Luka and Jonas Martin, Marcus Martin was certain of many things.
First, he felt he took more after Luka than anything he had of Jonas. And it went beyond just looks ---- His youthful, sometimes flirtatious personality came from Luka, where his serious, all professional and loyal self he was sure he got from his other half, Jonas. He had the acclimated knowledge of both warlocks as well as both their memories and perspectives.
Second, he was pretty sure he was straight. No, he was certain he was straight... Or he was certain before Maximus had kissed him that he was.
Then the car ride happened and the amount of dirty thoughts Marcus had concerning Maximus were astronomical and definitely NOT the thoughts a true heterosexual male should have.
He found himself imagining bending Max over and absolutely giving it to him. He wanted to spit in Maximus' mouth and watch as his Master swallowed the wad. He wanted to penetrate Maximus, robbing the young man of his virginity and giving him the most peak of pleasure.
The list went on, but Marcus did his best to resist the instinct. He couldn't do that to Maximus ---- Maximus was his creator, his Master and his coven head. In many ways, Max was his god, and Man can't defile God with his wretched seed...
Or, at least, that was his opinion before things went downhill so fast.
It started with Max's scent. Marcus wasn't a werewolf or vampire so he wasn't sure why Maximus had suddenly started smelling like... something so delicious. Something so extremely fuckable.
Marcus did his best to remind himself that Maximus was his creator. His god. And that helped him remain in control of his actions for a time.
But, as the smell increased in potency, so did the imagery ---- As Marcus drove, his mind became filled with the imagery of Maximus, his creator, his God, bent over the hood of the car, spreading his own cheeks wide as Marcus blasted his wretched seed deep inside his god, defiling the holy hole of God with his imperfect essence.
In his mind's eyes, he saw himself pulling out of Max's hole with a shrewd SQUECH! Giving it a loud, hard SMACK! And watching the cheeks jiggle as Maximus let out the most whore-ish of sounds, not at all the sound a god should make. It had caused a growl of dominance to release itself from Marcus' throat — A sound so primal, so dominant, he himself was surprised he made it in the first place.
Marcus watched as his wretched milk dribbled out of his God's hole, making Marcus smirk at the mental image. The thought of turning his God into a moaning, dick-craving, fuck-lusted bitch itched something inside of Marcus ---- Something primal.
As he looked at Maximus irl, he instinctively knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. He was fucking air while driving, for the sake of the gods. And the imagery was only getting worse.
He even imagined himself fucking Maximus until Maximus was impregnated with his kids ---- All the while he fucked Maximus during the pregnancy.
Not being able to control himself, he pulled into an abandoned warehouse, and the whole scene that happened there occurred ---- And throughout it all, Marcus was conscious enough deep down inside, even beneath the haze, to realize he wanted this. They both did, especially when he urged his Master to leave before he lost all control of himself and took advantage of Max ---- And then Maximus refused to do that, clearly flirting with Marcus ---- Clearly wanting this as much as Marcus.
And now, here was Marcus, cucked and basically locked, driving Max to the manor in Mystic Falls through portal magic ---- And by the look on Max's face, Marcus knew Max intended to cause a hysteria of sexual experiences. As a man, being locked and stopped from cumming, while constantly being stroked to edge him on, Marcus will say that the shame completely turned into pleasure.
He figured, if this was his fate, he was ok with it. And he was eager to see who else Maximus could possibly ensnare with his charm. The thought turned him on.
[Maximus Westphall-Bennett POV]:
The moment Marcus drove into the driveway of the manor, he sent a mental message to those he wanted to "talk" to. Though Jeremy and Tyler were at the Lockwood Estate "studying", Max had no problem reaching them telepathically.
It would take some time for them to arrive but Maximus, but at least Maximus had Kaleb and Mason to toy with in the mean time.
Max made his way through the halls of the manor with a visibly hard Marcus trailing after him, growling in frustration like a dog in heat. Their destination? Max's chamber.
When Max entered the room, he noted that it was exactly how he left it ---- Except for the dirty hamper ---- That had a pair of dirty underwear on top.
Max NEVER puts his underwear on the top of his dirty clothes, even when in a dirty hamper ---- It gave the room a stinky funk.
Walking up to the hamper, he briefly picked up Kaleb's faint scent trailed out of the room.
Smirking, Max immediately understood the situation. 'Smelling my dirty underwears, Kaleb? In my absence? Seriously?' he thought to himself, feeling elated for what he was about to do. 'Fuck. I haven't had a blowjob in a long time.'
"Master, is everything ok?" Marcus asked, concerned.
"Everything's fine, Marc," Maximus grabbed ahold of Marcus' hard-on through his jeans, causing the older warlock to unconsciously thrust into the contact, moaning. Max let him do it twice more, briefly imagining his ass replacing his palm and thrust shaft deep inside him. The image made him weak in the knees, and he had to mentally remind himself that Kol will be the first to take his virginity. It was his by rule of purpose.
Then, hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, Max removed his hand, leaving the whining sound of Marcus' non-verbal complaint at the loss of friction.
"Besides," Max waited for the door to open, "we have guests, don't we?"
In came Kaleb Westphall, dressed in a grey button down, black shirt, grey jeans and sneakers. His curly dirty blond hair was his usual tousled, wavy aesthetic.
From an angular, triangular shaped head and a clever face with his ever-present smirk that did things to Max even present on his face.
"You came," Max breathed out.
"You called," Kaleb grinned his lopsided grin.
"Yes..." Max walked up to Kaleb, the Omega pheromone rune already active. He watched Kaleb's nose flare wide and his eyes darken. "I need you to show me what you want to do to me. Everything is allowed but not penetration ---- And it has to be what you want, not just your lust."
Kaleb rushed forward, grabbing the back of Max's head in one hand as he crushed his lips against Max in a demanding and sloppy kiss. Max barely had time to register this before Kaleb began guiding him backwards and backwards until his back hit a firmly built flashy wall — Marcus, who had stripped himself of his shirt and unbuckled his pants, grasped hold of Max's hips. He thrusted into Max — Not a true penetration as both pants were still clothed but it was enough for the clothed tip to touch Max's sensitive clothed entrance.
The sensation effect was immediate — The feeling of a dick at his entrance, even clothed and covered, made Max, who was also suffering from the Omega Pheromone, which made him more desperate for cock, feel unimaginable pleasure. The excitement was almost too much. Max nearly came right then, throwing his head back in pure ecstasy ---- To which Kaleb took advantage of, biting at the sensitive spot directly behind his ear and thrusting into Max's groin fervently, in time with Marcus' next thrust.
Max was in Heaven.
As the two warlocks took turns sending volts of pleasure down Max's spine, Max distinctly registered a series of curses and jinxes taking over his body ---- Instinctively, he knew their effects, and he recognized the casters were the two men taking turns humping into him, kissing him and sharing the taste of his neck, ears and face.
'The Heat curse. The slick generation jinx. The pleasure enhancement incantation. The sensitivity increasement incantation. Amongst others,' Max noted, smirking inwardly as even more pure pleasure racked his body. 'I can already feel my ass dripping slick. Everything feels so sensitive…feels so goddamn good. I feel like a bitch in heat, fuuck!'
"You would like those," Kaleb breathed heavily to his ears.
"You are a true bitch, huh?" Marcus teased Max's neck.
"Ple… please," Max begged, the pleasure ---- the need to get absolutely railed ---- too great to suppress. "Please… please…"
"Don't worry, beautiful," Kaleb grinned with his crooked grin, sending a chill down Max's spine. "You'll get what you need. I promise."
"A bitch like you deserves all the dick they can get," laughed Marcus.
Suddenly, Marcus lifted Max and threw him on the bed, face first. Max had barely registered the soft surface before he felt a hand take off the rest of his clothes, and a body get before his face; a hand grabbed the back of his head and pulled him towards a white cut cock, pink at the tip, the brown pubic hair at the base musty and hairy.
Instinctively, Max downed the length whole, loving how his extra sensitive gag reflex choked on the thrusting cock that was using his throat as a cocksleeve.
"Fuck!" Kaleb groaned, thrusting in and out of Max's throat mouth with great ease. "I'm gonna — gonna bust soon — Agh!"
But the bust never came, because Max didn't let it.
"What?" Kaleb was even harder now and much more hornier and frustrated, fucking into Max's skull like a man on a mission. He no longer saw his cousin he had had a crush on, smelling Max's dirty underwear ---- No, he saw a bitch he needed to feed his nut in.
"It taste soo good!" Marcus moaned as he ate out of Max's slick filled hole. The slick was overflowing; even as he moved to eat it, he knew he wouldn't be able to eat it all out. "It's the sweetest, most tongue numbing slick I've ever devoured!"
'I hope so,' Max's head was dizzy; the scent of man was everywhere and it made him ravenous. 'I used my bio-kinetics to preserve glucose inside my slick, and I also added a chemical that makes anyone who has even a single taste, highly addicted. The tongue-numbing effect is merely the amino acids scratching itches on your tongue. It's literal Omega juice. Any man who devours it gets even hungrier for ass and more desperate to fuck me.'
At this point, Marcus' cock was rubbing its length across the crack of his cheeks, physically unable to penetrate but desperately wanting to. Max felt its 10 inched length rub his deep, dark crack, fucking along the path, unable to enter the actual hole. He heard Marcus moan and whine, wanting so desperately to fuck into Max and make Max his personal bitch.
It was all he could not to bypass the command to not penetrate, but the command held true. And he was left fucking the crack of Max's ass. It only served to make him more frustrated, through, more angry and much more hornier. He snapped his hips along the crack at breakneck speed, unable or unwilling to stop.
Kaleb on the other hand was also having a similar experience, thrusting into Max's throat — Not like Max was a man, but like Max was a bitch who needed his seed. He tried multiple times to cum, but, every time, he failed to find that peace of mind. In fact, he only became rougher, angrier, more dominant, more needing to release but finding none.
Max, taking mercy on the desperate men, gave one singular order: "Cum."
And, immediately, both men groaned as they shot ---- Kaleb pulled out to his tip, so that he could fire his load directly onto Max's tongue. He wanted Max to taste his seed rather than just swallow it ---- and, to Max, the taste was divine. The spilt milk came in his mouth like a rushing river, blessing his tastebuds with its unholy fizzy taste. To anyone else, it would have been bitter, but, to Maximus, there was no better milk than man-made baby batter.
"Aaghh Ahhhh!" Behind Max, Marcus came hard, deep into the crack of Max's ass; not yet penetrating but the seed was dripping directly into the sensitive entrance.
Max forced himself to relax, allowing the batter to slide inside. He felt the warm fizz burrow into his hole, as if it knew he needed to be impregnated.
As Marcus twitched uncontrollably behind him, he bent down, swathed his tongue over Max's twitching hole and cupped the river of sacred seed dribbling down his crack with his tongue.
Then, as if sensing Max's cum addiction, leaned forward across Max's back, tilted Max's hair back, and kissed Max, pushing his own nut into Max's cum-filled mouth.
The two shared Kaleb's and Marcus' shared load; eventually, even Kaleb joined.
Then both Kaleb and Marcus gave all that milk to Max, who they watched swallow down the sacred seed with a dilectously audible GULP.
Max, taking mercy on the desperate men, gave one singular order: "Cum."
And, immediately, both men groaned as they shot ---- Kaleb pulled out to his tip, so that he could fire his load directly onto Max's tongue. He wanted Max to taste his seed rather than just swallow it ---- and, to Max, the taste was divine. The spilt milk came in his mouth like a rushing river, blessing his tastebuds with its unholy fizzy taste. To anyone else, it would have been bitter, but, to Maximus, there was no better milk than man-made baby batter.
"Aaghh Ahhhh!" Behind Max, Marcus came hard, deep into the crack of Max's ass; not yet penetrating but the seed was dripping directly into the sensitive entrance.
Max forced himself to relax, allowing the batter to slide inside. He felt the warm fizz burrow into his hole, as if it knew he needed to be impregnated.
As Marcus twitched uncontrollably behind him, he bent down, swathed his tongue over Max's twitching hole and cupped the river of sacred seed dribbling down his crack with his tongue.
Then, as if sensing Max's cum addiction, leaned forward across Max's back, tilted Max's hair back, and kissed Max, pushing his own nut into Max's cum-filled mouth.
The two shared Kaleb's and Marcus' shared load; eventually, even Kaleb joined.
Then both Kaleb and Marcus gave all that milk to Max, who they watched swallow down the sacred seed with a delictously audible GULP.
Five minutes later, after sniffing the two sweaty warlocks' armpits for a good minute, Max watched the two warlocks fuck each other ---- with Kaleb as the bottom. It was entirely of their own volition.
Max, clothed in shorts and no top, decided to find Mason. After all, he not nearly satisfied with just two warlocks' loads ---- Not when he could have werewolf cock forcibly stuffed in his mouth...