Creations 4: Caging the Beast by Marie Harte Read Free Book Online

The eyes that had once been a vibrant green now opened wider to reveal a slitted pupil encased in a green-gold iris that expanded to fill his entire socket.
    A wave of energy pulsed between them, one that brought Zachem to his knees before Tarn yanked him to his feet and shoved him back against the wall.
    “No, no, czeva . You need to be standing for this,” Tarn rasped. He knelt and stroked Zachem with a gentleness he found disarming.
    He had trouble breathing around the familiar needs pressing him, the need to serve and obey, which he hadn’t felt since Master Caegon. “What—”
    “Silence,” Tarn growled in a strange voice, sounding as if a dozen pitches echoed within that one tone.
    Zachem stared down at Tarn’s head, wanting to touch, yet not sure if he should. That he didn’t simply take what he wanted stunned him, as did the realisation that the red in his vision had receded.
    And then Tarn shocked him again by nuzzling his cock and balls and licking him from the base of his shaft to the crown.
    He groaned and closed his eyes in utter bliss.

    When Tarn engulfed him with his hot, wet mouth, Zachem nearly passed out. The sensation was incredible. A blast of heat shot through his balls and saturated every part of his body. Utter joy filled him as Tarn began to suck him off with an expertise even the best pleasurers couldn’t equal.
    Tarn wasn’t unaffected either. He moaned and stroked Zachem’s legs, his balls, and ass with a desperation Zachem could literally feel . A sharp prick of pain took him aback, and then Tarn was licking the pain away, stroking his shaft with that skilled tongue that felt like fingers of seduction.
    Too soon, Zachem’s orgasm rushed through him. “Fuck. Yes, yes,” he yelled as he jetted into Tarn’s mouth. Tarn continued to milk him, sucking harder and swallowing with greedy gulps. He manipulated Zachem’s balls with a subtle twist and shocked another, harder orgasm out of him.
    Zachem couldn’t think, could only feel as waves of ecstasy took him into a peace he’d never before felt. Not the relief of an intense climax, but something much more. He watched as Tarn stood, those brilliant eyes unblinking as they stared into his own.
    “My turn,” Tarn growled as he gripped himself and began stroking. Without taking his gaze from Zachem, he reached his pinnacle in a matter of seconds and came all over Zachem’s stomach. Their scents mingled, their seed as well. Tarn’s cum continued to splatter on Zachem’s belly, his cock and thighs as the man finally reached his end.
    They stood and stared at one another, panting, fulfilled, and strangely connected.
    Zachem wanted to say something, but his brain refused to function. Instead, he put his hand to stomach and felt the mess there.
    “Rub it in,” Tarn commanded in a low voice. “Smooth is all over you. That’s it.” Tarn placed his hand over Zachem’s, and together they rubbed the seed all over Zachem’s front.
    “You smell like me. Good.” Tarn smiled, and a hint of sharp teeth broke Zachem out of his daze.
    He tried to step closer for a look and halted when Tarn pushed him back.
    “Don’t move.” Tarn took a deep breath and smiled again. Nothing unusual about his mouth or eyes now. “You’re exceptional, Zachem. You taste like perfection. I’m afraid I’ll become addicted before you know it.” He skimmed Zachem’s lips with a finger still covered in his seed. “Taste me.”

    Zachem opened his mouth and took Tarn’s finger inside. To his shock, the taste of Tarn made him want more, right now. His cock took on a life of its own and rose again.
    “There we go,” Tarn murmured and took Zachem’s sac in warm hands. “You’re full.
    You need to release more, so that the hungers don’t overwhelm you.” Zachem groaned but didn’t stop himself from thrusting through Tarn’s slick palms.
    Then he felt Tarn’s arousal brushing his belly. He reached down and fisted his hand around Tarn.
    “Yes. Make me