Chapter 42: Kol Takes His Due With A Seed Shot Deep*
"WHO?! WHO DID IT?!" Kol screamed up at Max who he held up by the throat, his eyes blackened and veined, his fangs bared. "Who Took What Was Mine?! Tell me!"
Max felt his breath catch, heart hammering as he tried his best to ignore the arousal of being manhandled, choked and threatened.
'I shouldn't be feeling such arousal just from being ragdolled around… And yet I am?' Max pondered briefly to himself. 'It's definitely not something someone healthy will have as a kink, but, then again, when have I ever declared I was sane to begin with? I'm pretty sure sane people don't actively attract sociopaths and killers in their circle just to get railed by them, either… No, focus!' Max urged himself mentally. 'I need to tell him.'
"Are you going to tell me, or do I need to… force it out of you," Kol said with a suggestive however sharp smirk — so sharp was it, in fact, that Max wasn't certain if he was flirting or actually threatening him — And the blurred insenuendo only spurred the blood faster to Max's crotch area.
But Max did speak. He told Kol what happened — Marcus' ambush, the rescue, the official reason for creating the rune, the result, the almost perfect take over it did on him — And everything that happened.
Despite his initial rage, Kol did his best to listen to the whole story. He was nothing if not understanding… when it came to Maximus, at least, anyway.
The part about the 'Omega Pheromone Rune' was something that intrigued the Original, and when Max showed it to him, briefly activating its effects for just a few seconds, Kol felt the effects immediately — The heat, the need to release, breed and all-consuming need to breed — He began to understand how such an incident could occur.
"I didn't mean for it to happen, Kol. I promise, it wasn't what I had in mind when I created the rune," Max tried, watery eyes fighting to breach his control. It was a sight that Kol wanted nowhere on Max's face; Max deserved that mischievous glint he usually had in his eyes, the flirty calculated smirk that was equal parts suggestive and equal parts confidence — the one he usually wore by default, the gaze of someone who knew something no one else did.
'Not this,' Kol slowly released a weeping Maximus, hands that were previously held around Max's neck completely lifting and rising to his cheek, carefully rubbing the face of the warlock who had long since claimed ownership of his heart. 'Not the tears.'
"Hey," he said softly, rubbing Max's cheek to comfort. "I'm not mad… At you, anyway. I could never really stay mad at you. I'm just…Just… not happy that it wasn't me who was able to be there to help you through your… heat…"
Kol pulled Max into his chest, patting the back of his head in an extra attempt to comfort his lover. And they stayed like that for a time, nestled in each other's arms.
It could've been minutes or hours, but eventually Max did pull away at the words Kol said next. "So… this rune… It could take over at anytime, I'm assuming?"
"I… yeah. It's influenced by the scent of the men around me, but the rut can activate passively on any man who inhales my scent with or without the rune actively being used — That rut can then activate the rune if it's successful enough to gain access to me…" Max explained, while Kol tightened. "It's corruptive by nature — "It's basically a dead man's switch. If the rut takes hold strongly enough and the men around me gain access to me, then the rune can activate on its own…It—."
"It means," Kol grabbed Max's face, firmly forcing Max to meet his eyes, the wild look in Kol's eyes going straight to his loins. "That you will never go anywhere by yourself — At least, not without me or Kai or Sebastian there to accompany you… Maybe Mason… once I've…spoken to him."
The way Kol said the words 'spoken' made Max shiver. He was quick to demand Kol not to kill the werewolf. "You aren't allowed to kill him, Kol. It's ag—"
"Against the rules? Yes, I'm aware," Kol interrupted. "And I won't. I can't blame him or those other pups for what a curse was the reason for… However, if you're adding them to your little harem, he's the one who needs to keep them in check and I'll keep him in check in the process."
Max nodded at this, contemplating this over while an idea cane to him, immediately making him smile, the gleam of mischief returning to his eyes once more.
"I have indeed lost my manhood," Max said, garnering Kol's attention again. "But, for someone with my capabilities, there is another hole you can claim — One untouched by anyone else."
"Oh, is that so?" inquired a curious Kol, from where they both sat on a patch of soft green grass and dewed dead leaves. Quicker than a blur, he pinned Max's hands to the ground above his head, kissing, biting and nipping a line of marks down Max's body, which Max willed his healing factor to not heal. "And, where, pray-tell, is such a hole?"
Kol bit at Max's jaw once more, biting a fang deep into where his neck met his jaw at a sharp angle, causing Maximus to feel a sharp pleasured pain build up in his jawline, the blood rushing even faster to the pit of his stomach.
Gasping in heavy breaths, Max did his best to keep a straight face, while utilizing his biokinesis to adjust parts of his autonomy. Unfortunately, a certain pair of fangs to the jugular had him gasping in unimaginable pleasure, arching, by instinct, into the area where Kol's lower body thrusted up against Max's own, causing Kol to smirk that world-spliting smirk of his. "O-oh, g-g-gods…," Max moaned out, feeling the pressure building.
"No, not any god here…Unless you count my undisputable charm," Kol's smirk turned sharp against Max's cheek, as he thrusted lazily into Max's hardness — Not enough to get Max off, but merely enough to keep the pressure heavy and active. "Say my name, Maxie. Say it."
A particularly hard, deep thrust made Max's balls ache and caused him to gasp in pure ecstasy, nearly nutting right on the spot. It caused Max to briefly see white, while keeping the pressure off just short of satisfaction — A most perfect frustrator, while causing Max to want more — an addiction of pleasure that made Max wanting even more, falling ever deeper into the throws of Kol's vengeance.
And, even then, Max was still altering his form, though it was now more of a subconscious action, as his conscious mind was already hooked and drugged on Kol's scent of dominance. He was basically getting a high off Kol's scent alone and it was making his body feel ultrasensitive once more, as if the scent alone was heavensending.
"Say. My. Name," each word was punctuated by a thrust of Kol's cloth-covered hips – It was terrible — Terribly divine and horribly heavenly in all the wrongfully right of ways, all at once. "Say it, Maximus."
By then, Kol had been sipping and biting and nimbling on Max's neck, leaving bitemarks and fangmarks all over it. And, because of the divine taste of Max's blood, he was unimaginably high off Max's blood alone, let alone the whiff of scents he was getting from the warlock. It was taking all Kol could do not to rip Max of his clothes and take him right here, right now.
"Uhhnn…Kol!" Max moaned out Kol's name in his melodic voice — a sound that nearly sent Kol over the edge right then and there. "K-Kol…please… p-Pants…Surprise…".
Kol, reading in on what Max wanted to say through his gone voice, obeyed, pulling down Max's pants and drawls to— GASP!
The shaft and balls were still present and unchanged, as were the globulous cheeks – Nothing really changed in those categories.
No, what caused Kol to gasp was what was below the ball sac, in the area between them and the taint of Max's ass, were a pair of pink lips that looked exactly like a pair of pussy flaps.
"This is—," Kol looked to a hooded-eyed Max. "This—."
"A forgive-me gift…," Max muttered, through lidded eyes, slick already building up to the lips of the hole. "I'm sorry… for what happened… ".
"Are you sure you want this?" Kol asked, though clearly he kept eyeing the lips with an almost ravenous hunger.
"Have at it, babe," Max smirked, mischeif and desire warring on his face. "Absolutely destroy this pussy."
Kol's eyes darkened, hands moving to spread Max's legs apart further. Not needing another command, Kol dove in and Max felt unimaginable pleasure, as Kol slurped and bit and pulled the skin of Max's entrance with his teether, while simultaneously jerking Max off.
Max, who had made his new organ — and his old one — 10x more sensitive than that of a virgin on an aphrodisiac, was seeing stars from every lick and swipe of Kol's tongue. Every nibble and bite made Max want to cream from all three ends at once. Every jerk and tug, every pull of teeth against his newly created clitoris gave Max an unmatched high he's never felt before.
It was breathtakingly euphoric.
So much so that he wasn't even certain when both of them had become naked. He only noticed that they were both nude when he began appreciating Kol's hunk-like form. And, as Kol was hovering over Max, arm on one side of Max's head, giving Max an open whiff of his left pit, while never breaking eye contact as he used his other hand to angle his 9 inch submarine to the entrance of Max's tunnel.
"Are you sure about this Maximus?" Kol breathed out heavily, his muscles tensing as if to reveal how much it was taking to resist the urge to just fuck up into Max like portable pussy. "I can stop if you wan—."
"Don'y you dare!" Max nearly screamed. "I want to feel it. I want to experience ecstasy. I want—."
But Max didn't get to finish, as Kol pierce his walls mid-speech and both of them groaned in pure, unadulterated pleasure.
"Ohh, gods, Kol!" Max cried out like a whore as his entire body was alight in unmatched, inextinguishable flames of pleasure. He came from his pussy twice from that instance alone, which only served to make Kol's cock slide in even easier than before. In and out. In and out. Like a damn dildo machine!
"So…tight..," Kol groaned, shutting his eyes, as he enjoyed the high of dominance — of conquest — the high of taking something no one else hs gotten to touch. In this moment, any lingering anger he had towards Max, no matter how miniscule, vanished — Replaced by an unimaginable pleasure. "Fucking…hell…".
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As Max got lost in the feeling of fullness, a warmness settled over him as his sensitivity sent him to subspace. He was only distinctly aware of Kol's groans turning into animalistic grunts and his soft thrusts turning into savage pistonning.
On some level of consciousness, he was briefly certain that the Omega Pheromone Rune must've activated, but he was too far gone to do anything about it.
The raw, sweaty, manly scent of Kol in a rut and the pleasure Max was experiencing from being savagely ravaged and fucked into the ground –– literally[there was a crater forming from the impact of Kol's thrust into Max] —- was too much for his mind to handle.
The moment Kol bit into Max's shoulder, Max came — From his cock and his pussy, and Kol, with an almost animalistic grunt, pierced Max deeper than ever before one last time, shooting his seed so deeply into Maximus that Max went unconscious, spent.
The last thing he saw was the evening sky, grey and cloudy, and clearly about to shower. 'Gods..,' he remembered thinking. 'do I love the rain…'.
Then, all thoughts and consciousness left him and darkness took him into a deep slumber.
[Kol Mikaelson POV]:
Schlirp!
Kol pulled out of an unconscious Maximus, not nearly satisfied, even with the almost galloons' worth of seed he shot deep into Maximus. And, despite Maximus being unconscious, and, therefore, unable to properly consent, every insitnct in Kol screamed at him to keep fucking Max's pussy — and then go and do the same to Max's asshole.
It was incredibly tempting, too. Hells, every part of Kol WANTED to indulge — EVERY PART — but Kol still did his damn hardest to resist and not give in.
"This fucking rune…," he muttered to himself, fighting its influence even then, as he grabbed Max's clothes and his own and helped them both into them. Then, using his vampiric speed to get Max to his own room, into a new pair of briefs and into Kol's bed, Kol tucked Max in but only after patting him down with a soapy clean, warm face cloth. Then, throwing all the dirty clothes into a hamper in his closet and changing into something else himself, Kol still couldn't escape the rune's influence. "Fuck!"
'Even after all this, I feel so incredibly horny, like I'll explode if I don't fuck a hole,' Kol groaned, hot and bothered. 'I can't fuck Max…At least, not right now, anyway.
'I nearly drilled him into the Earth itself with that last one — There's a deep crater in the woods as proof! I'm lucky Max had a healing factor strong enough to withstand those strokes. In fact, I'd say I'm lucky all Max did was pass out…But still…I'm…just…so…goddamn…horny!'
As Kol watched Max sleep, struggling with his own self, he suddenly had a thought — a stunt that could solve his horniness problem and his Mason Lockwood-shaped one at once.
Grinning sharply, Kol glanced briefly at Max's sleeping form, before vanishing from sight once more.
It didn't take long for Kol to find the rugged young werewolf. Even with the estate's surprisingly new upgrade and influx of residency, 2 of the 3 newly appeared apartment lodges — only one of them had a mega gym — an exterior one plus interior one — And the only person who would choose to run a lap around the city of Forks in-preference instead of utilizing workout equipment like a normal guy would be a fucking werewolf.
And, of course, he ran shirtlessly, the bastard.
Kol tracked Mason's scent to the deep woods beside the main road, where he observed the jogging werewolf from a distance, making sure to keep downwind as to not disclose his presence to the wolf.
He was dressed in blue workout shorts and blue and black tennis shoes, the wolf's black shirt hanging from the pocket of his shorts. His choppy, curly dark brown hair hung closely to his scalp and forehead, his bronze tan, hint of a physique enough to make Kol's mouth water — At least he had to double take twice in thought.
'Max sure has a decent aesthetic taste in men — Of that, I cannot argue. I can't tell if I truly find this wolf attractive or if the effects of that rune is affecting me even now,' Kol thought to himself. 'I can't decide which is it, but I know I shouldn't want to absolutely ravage this wolf… To bite into its neck and drain it of its heavenly blood—'
Kol paused his thoughts, clearly surprised by the thoughts that have taken root inside his head. 'Why would I want to drain a mutt of its disgusting blood? I never drink werewolf blood.'
Just then, the wind shifted, carrying Mason's supernaturally sweet scent to Kol's nose and the scent not only nearly caused Kol to pounce on the wolf right then and there, but something else also occurred.
Images entered Kol's mind — Scenes of Mason pinned face first into a tree by Kol's own palm, while Kol fucked into a heated hole unlike how he had fucked Max — Here, he was animalistically, savagely, without mercy in any shape or form. He saw himself eatting the werewold out with his own tongue tasting something that could have only been described as the third most heavenly thing Kol has ever consumed — a slickness coming out of the wolf's crack that only made Kol even more ravenous.
He saw himself fuck into Mason without abandon, completely destroying the werewolf's ravaged hole and his pride as a man —- all the while the werewolf male just let him do it, willingly pliant and unimaginably pleasured.
He saw himself shooting multiple loads deep inside the werewolf, biting deep into the wolf's neck, shoulders and pulse points; only it lacked any loving comfort of when he had done this with Maximus. Each time he did this, he drained more and more of the werewolf's blood by a good 2.5 pints of it at a time — And the taste was amongst the most divine of blood Kol's ever consumed, 2nd only to Max himself.
'Fuucckkk!' Kol thought, feeling the hardness of his member, and the frustration of dissatisfaction. 'That fucking rune! Its making me feral…. I really shouldn't…'.
Kol tried resisting.
He really did.
Even as the Original Ripper, his willpower was unimaginably dense.
But, as Mason stopped before a tree to rest, leaning against the bark, exposing his pit hair to the wind, which carried the scent down to Kol in an even stronger gust, Kol knew he lost the fight.
Appearing before the startled but sweaty Mason, Kol pinned the werewolf to the tree, eyes blown wide locked on blue — And, in that instant, Mason, quickly processing everything, merely smirked.
"You don't have the veined blackenned eyes…just blown…so, either you're high, or horny…," he noted as Kol did his best to fight his indulgence even now, and, while he was able to stop himself from biting Mason, he couldn't seem to remove his hands from where they pinned Mason's arms to his sides and the tree. "And you reek of arousal, Kol…".
'No…,' Kol thought he spoke, shaking his head as if to shake the daze, but to no avail, even amid his struggle.
"You're affected by his scent…," Mason realized, before tipping Kol's chin to make eye contact. "You're going to need a hole to fuck or you'll gi insane, dude…U-use mine."
"I don't need—," Kol fought it still.
Unfortunately. Mason had to make it difficult…
"Oh, yeah?" Mason interrupted, dragging one of his hands from his side to Kol's hard and dripping groin, and squeezed the hardness, causing Kol to see stars briefly. "You're going into a rut. You need a release, friend. I am giving you permission to use me. It's only fair…since I took what was supposed to be yours…".
Mason grasped the back of Kol's neck, locking eyes with the Original. "I will submit. It's what Max would want me to do, so I have qualms with doing it," Mason urged, serious for once. "Have at it. Give it your all. I can heal from anything. You're free to lose your rationality."
That shattered any reservations Kol had instantly.
He rushed forward, closing the distance between them in a demanding kiss. Both men fought for dominance through a dance of lips, though Mason seemed to be willingly giving face even then, putting in the bare minimum amount of effort in the kiss to elt Kol know itwas consensual while simultaneously becoming pliant in the action to allow Kol to direct and dominate the kiss.
And Kol was way too hungry to question the why — He devoured Mason, biting the wolf's lips with just enough fang to draw blood while thrusting into the other man's clothed crotch.
The blood — to Kol's surprise — tasted divine — Not nearly as good as Max's but definitely better than any regular person Kol's ever tasted, supernatural or otherwise. It even had a tasty slight tang to it.
Kol, buting the neck of Mason, was silently pleased when Mason tilted his neck to the side more, as if to give Kol more access. And Kol, being the controlling, dominant vampire that he was, took the olive branch greedily.
At some point in his highness on blood, Kol found himself rawdogging Mason with the werewolf pliantly taking the dick, moaning out like a common whore. It was exhilerating and satisfying, all at once for Kol.
The high may have been the cause, but Kol was almost certain Mason was getting off on being dominated… Or maybe it was him pushing back unto Kol's cock like a pro that sent a shot of pleasure through Kol…Well, either way, Kol filed those thoughts away for later consideration.
For, at that moment, he was enjoying the establishing of hierarchical positioning process — Or, in this case, putting Mason in his place. The sec was just an added bonus.
[General POV]:
Meanwhile, in an entirely separate dimension, in a building where the crest of the Hand of Nature — A Hand palm with a tree at its center and an eye in the middle of it — was imprinted on the only lit up wall in a room of great darkness, a secret meeting was about to be held — A secret meeting that will affect Maximus in more ways than one…
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A/N: I know I've been writing smut a lot recently, so, to continue on with the story, know that future chapters with have a lot more action, some tragedy, a few more deaths and a lot more surprises! You have been warned.