Chapter 37: So Many Swords, Pt 3! All The Split Milk*
[Mason Lockwood POV]:
Mason Lockwood has always considered himself a chill guy. Bi-curious, perhaps, but chill nonetheless. He thought women were beautiful but also that men were hot ---- Hot enough to have dirty thoughts about, anyways.
But, recently, the amount of dirty thoughts he was having about one warlock was doing things to him. It was almost too much. And it was an amazing source of workout fuel.
'Five hundred and ninety one,' Mason thought, a portion ---- a huge portion ---- of his mind thinking of barebacking Maximus. 'Six hundred.'
Mason, sweaty and breathing heavily as he lifted 600 lbs of weight, merely continued working out when he received the order to continue to Max room. He knew it would frustrate Max, but he knew also that that was what he wanted.
'If Max is frustrated when he comes to me, my scent will send him overboard,' Mason thought, scheming away. He knew Max had a scenting kink — he clocked it before, prior to when Max left to go on his cross country travel trip. Back when Max had felt him during training with Tyler and Jeremy, he noticed Max leaning in to inhale his musk and sweat. 'He'll definitely want to lose himself in my natural scent. Maybe I should invite Tyler and Jeremy to join in...? Max would love that.'
At the thought, Mason texted his nephew and began concocting an even deeper plan. Then, returning to working out, Mason made sure to work up a nice, rank funk, working out extra hard. His scent permeated through the manor's indoor gym.
He was so lost in his workout that Mason almost missed the distinct scent of Maximus suddenly appearing. Looking to the side, mid-pull up, Mason Lockwood noticed Max appearing from a violet-black puff of smoke, shirtless and only wearing shorts. His light skin, black, caramel colored skin was unblemished, his brown-auburn hair had lengthened into a ponytail and his physique had become more solid somehow.
But there was something else, too.
Max barely appeared but something about his natural scent had Mason pause. It was intoxicating, addicting and mouthwatering ---- all at once. It preyed on both of Mason's internal wolves ---- the Lockwood wolf and the shifter wolf snarled at Mason, urging Mason to claim what was rightfully theirs. They wanted to fill Max up with pups, and, as Mason's blue eyes darkened, he felt their compulsion worming over ---- he instinctively knew he wouldn't be in control much longer, but, somehow, he was ok with it.
He felt his fangs descend, his yellow eyes glowing in under yellow light. His control was slipping and only one thought seemed to be taking over. One word and that was "Mate."
[Maximus Westphall-Bennett POV]:
When Max teleported into his manor gym, the smell hit him like a truck ---- Musky, rancidly sweaty testosterone ---- Thick and heavy.
He was still under the effects of the various sex jinxes Marcus and Kaleb had blessed (or cursed) him with ---- Not to mention the Omega Pheromone Rune was a double-edged sword ---- It allowed Max to send men into ruts by his presence alone, but it also made Max exceptionally hornier, more desperate to get fucked and more needy and sensitive to masculine scents. It essentially sent Max to a deep subspace, a high by scent alone and made him a cumslut ---- Or more of one, anyway.
He hadn't noticed it yet, but another negative effect of the rune was that it acted as a drug ---- Sure, he knew the basics of its purpose, and he did still activate it, but what he didn't know was that it messes with the mind. It makes others crave him even more desperately, but also makes him crave them even more desperately.
In fact, the stronger his influence on others, the less control he has over himself. The more people affected by the rune at one time, the harder it is for him to think or focus clearly. It was essentially a trap in the form of a gift ---- The more of his control he has over others, the less control he had over himself… At least during sex, anyways.
The moment he appeared, his scent seemed to affect Mason immediately, causing the werewolf to stalk up to Max, eyes aglow as he grabbed Max by his throat and pinned him to the wall with one hand. Leaning forward, he inhaled more of Max's scent, while the closeness of the sweaty, sleeveless top and body and his hold over Max's windpipe clouded Max's sight even more, the pleasure making Max's slick to soak up his shorts, the scent, he noticed, driving Mason even more feral.
"Mine… mine…," Mason let out even through the growls of his wolf, grinding into Maximus roughly, forcing Max to moan out in pleasure. Mason bit into Max's neck, causing a fresh wave of slick to come out of Max's ass. "Mate… mine… mate…"
'He's still teetering on control,' Max noted, as he inhaled Mason's sweaty scent. 'Let's fix that.'
Channeling another 35% of the full power of the Omega Pheromone Rune, Max felt the effects immediately. ---- The rune enhanced the curses and jinxes placed on Max earlier and more than quadrupled the true effects of the rune itself. So, in short, Max's senses went up to overload levels; most importantly, his sense of smell.
Mason's scent was too much. It was so strong. So masculine. Unconsciously, Max removed the restraint he had on the werewolf ---- The one that prevented him from penetrating Max; he removed it.
He also used biokinesis to supercharge cum production and decreased required relapse time for the wolf.
He also noticed how his scent hit Mason ---- It obliterated what little self control he had left ---- Claws out, Mason tore Max's shorts to shreds as he bit into Max's shoulders.
Max, casting a spell to remove Mason's shirt, immediately switched their positions, pinning a partially transformed Mason to the wall by his arms over his head with one hand.
"Growl." Mason growled at Max, the two wolves looking into one another.
Max leaned forward, sniffing along the more dominant wolf's neck, shoulders and then, when he got to the pits, he sniffed a few times, inhaling deeply, the scent of masculinity causing a warmth to spread through Maximus, and his gut to swoon. Max suddenly felt lightheaded as he twisted one of Mason's nipples and bit into the other one, causing the werewolf to grunt in pleasure.
Then, licking his way down Mason's chest, past his abs and treasure trail, Max reached into Mason's shorts, pulling out the 12 inch beast that was Mason's tanned out shaft, its tip red-pink and sensitive.
'Damn,' Max was wide eyed as he looked down at the thick 12 incher. 'I want it in me.'
As if to read his thoughts, Mason freed his hands from Max's grasp and pushed Max down, until he was at eye level with the dick. Its sweaty, manly, hairy musk caused Max's nose to flare and the dick addict within Maximus couldn't control itself ---- It devoured the head, flicking his tongue across the sensitive head and causing Mason to groan in pleasure, wrapping his arms around Max's head, trapping Max in and thrusting deep inside Max ---- To the hilt.
Max inhaled the unkept pubes, enjoying the scent. He felt like a bitch and he enjoyed being treated like one, too.
GLACK! GLACK! GLACK!
Mason used Max's throat like a cock sleeve, thrusting in and out of Max's mouth like he owned it ---- And Max, high and drunk off Mason's dominant, masculine scent, wouldn't have minded if he, in fact, did own it. In fact, he was hard getting treated this way, happy to be a cock sleeve for a dominant man.
"Fuck!" Mason groaned through his fangs, his hips bucking up into Maximus. Then, pulling Max off his dick, he switched their positions, pinning Max against the wall, he spread Max's cheeks, rubbing his length against the crack. He leaned forward, his front against Max's back, mouth whispering, hoarsely against Max's ears. "You know, most partners I've been with, I prep their holes for my rod, but something tells me you'll enjoy the pain unprepped."
The growled words had Max thrusting his ass back into Mason, which sent Mason into a frenzy.
"I'm gonna ruin you," Mason growled into Max's ear as he adjusted the position of his cock. "When I'm finished, I'll shoot my load inside you. You'll smell like me ---- like mine. You won't be able to walk properly for days, I promise you."
"Ohhh, Mason~ Uhhhnnn…g-give it t-t-to me! P-please!" Max was basically begging for it ---- And Mason was all too happy to give it.
Using the excessive amount of slick that was sliding down Max's leg in rivulets, lubing up his cock with slick to spare, Mason wasted no time, aiming his enormous head at Max's virgin tight entrance and thrusting the head in with the snap of his hips.
Groaning at the sheer tightness of Max's hole, Mason bit into Max's back, and Max, who was already overstimulated from the pain of losing his virginity, could only moan into the wall as Mason's hand pushed him into it.
Mason pushed into Max's heat slowly, savoring the tightness of Max's hole. He wanted to enjoy the sensation of a virgin bussy ---- But Max had other ideas.
Thrusting backward, Max made sure to impale himself on Mason's rod, surprising the wolf, igniting the beast inside Mason to stake its claim. It needed Max to know who he belonged to. Mason's hips shot forth at a blurring speed, fucking into Maximus at supernatural speeds.
Max could only thrust back helplessly as Mason destroyed Max's hole.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
Mason growled, biting into Max and clawing along his back with partially shifted claws as if to mark Maximus as his, by leaving these claw marks.
"I-I'm nearly ---- Gahhh! Take it! Take my load," Mason shot his milk deep within Maximus, enjoying how Maximus just pliantly took it, as if the natural instinct of the alpha wolf was to let his beta breed him. The thought caused Mason to shoot opopulous amounts of seed deep within Max — We're talking about pounds worth of werewolf jizz, deep inside Maximus. He bit even deeper into Max's shoulder, enough to draw blood and claim, as if to say, "Mine" while he takes the one thing Max was saving for an Original vampire.
Mason rolled his hips a few times to shoot a few more shots deep into Maximus, painting Max's insides white as he whispered dirty derogatory degradations into his ear hoarsely.
When he pulled out, only a few pounds worth of milk followed him out before Max forced himself to keep the rest of the pounds of milk to stay inside.
Pleased, Mason slapped Max's ass, before leaning in due to zippers unzipping, turning. Mason could only grin as both Jeremy and Tyler had arrived.
The fun had only just began…
An hour later, Max was laying face first on a bed with 30 pounds of milk rivuletting out his ass even with the plug that was stuck up in it to prevent leakage. Five men had beside him on his Alaskan king sized bed, two warlocks, three wolves — All sweaty and spent.
The scent alone nearly sent Max into another heat. It would've, too, if he had his Omega Pheromone Rune active. Thankfully, he did not, as he still had a meeting with Enzo at the Armory.
After all, he still had a psychic to assimilate the power of. And it didn't matter how sore he was or how contented he felt right then — Nor how he couldn't walk properly after getting railed — Multiple times by all 3 wolves — He intended to get it done… Eventually, anyway.
But it can wait for another hour, surely.
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