The bone-jarring snarls had unnerved him, sending a chill down his spine as he was bodily thrown on to the bed. A hot lash across his back and down the back of a bare thigh had startled a shout of pain out of him. Fangs biting deep enough to draw blood from his shoulder and neck had actually made him scream, but it was a scream that was a mixture of pain and burning arousal. The tongue that licked the blood from his skin felt like it would burn him, though the licks were deliberate, slow and sensual. The iron-clad grip of the one hand roughly pinning both of his to the bed was forceful, hard enough to hurt but not completely crush his bones.
Yet as much as the fangs and claws and horrible snarls had made him worry about being eviscerated in the night or having his throat torn out in some kind of mating ritual, the sex had been amazing. Eddie had done things with his mouth and hands that had left him in a boneless, moaning heap, too worn out to even scream after the first round.
By the next day, Sasha was sprawled in the bed, soaked in enough body fluids that he'd forgotten half of what had happened the night before, exhausted to the point of immobility from an extensive workout. It was a clean kind of exhaustion, his muscles liquefied, his ass somehow blessedly numb after what Eddie had done to it the night before. One of the first things Sasha had noticed the night before was the fact that Eddie had practically doubled in size in his more demonic form, and after the first terrified moment of being threatened with it, everything had seemed much easier to deal with after that. Perhaps there had been something of a numbing agent in Eddie's semen or saliva, but Sasha was too worn out to even contemplate that.
Perhaps later. After a shower. And...Sasha sighed as Eddie's (thankfully human again) arm slipped around him and pulled him close, perhaps after he'd had a little more sleep. The washing could wait at least a little longer...
dubcon/violence/light pseudo-bondage
Yet as much as the fangs and claws and horrible snarls had made him worry about being eviscerated in the night or having his throat torn out in some kind of mating ritual, the sex had been amazing. Eddie had done things with his mouth and hands that had left him in a boneless, moaning heap, too worn out to even scream after the first round.
By the next day, Sasha was sprawled in the bed, soaked in enough body fluids that he'd forgotten half of what had happened the night before, exhausted to the point of immobility from an extensive workout. It was a clean kind of exhaustion, his muscles liquefied, his ass somehow blessedly numb after what Eddie had done to it the night before. One of the first things Sasha had noticed the night before was the fact that Eddie had practically doubled in size in his more demonic form, and after the first terrified moment of being threatened with it, everything had seemed much easier to deal with after that. Perhaps there had been something of a numbing agent in Eddie's semen or saliva, but Sasha was too worn out to even contemplate that.
Perhaps later. After a shower. And...Sasha sighed as Eddie's (thankfully human again) arm slipped around him and pulled him close, perhaps after he'd had a little more sleep. The washing could wait at least a little longer...