Page 71 of Primal Bond
The words sent a shiver down Finn’s spine, spurring him on. He began to ride Zanik faster, the friction driving him wild. He could feel Zanik’s other cock rubbing against his own, adding to the intensity of the sensations coursing through him.
It was as if they were two halves of a whole, perfectly in sync. Finn’s breath came in shallow gasps, his moans growing louder with each thrust. He bit his lip, trying to stay quiet, but the pleasure was too much. Zanik noticed, his eyes sharp with need.
“Don’t,” Zanik growled, thrusting up harder into him. “I want to hear you. Let everyone know how good I treat my mate.”
The words broke Finn’s control. He threw his head back, letting himself make noise. His moans echoed in the wilderness, a primal sound that seemed to drive Zanik wild. The Borraq’s hands gripped him tighter, holding him in place as Zanik bounced him on his cock with a relentless rhythm.
Finn felt giddy, the pleasure overwhelming him. He rode Zanik faster, his movements becoming more frantic. The sensation of Zanik’s cock inside him was intense, every thrust sending waves of ecstasy through his body. He could feel the heat building between them, their connection growing stronger with each moment.
With a final, powerful thrust, Zanik reached his climax, coming inside Finn with a force that took his breath away.
Finn gasped, feeling the warmth spread within him. He could feel Zanik’s come filling him, the heat spreading through his body. The sensation was both overwhelming and deeply intimate, a physical manifestation of their bond.
Once upon a time, that had felt dirty.
Now, it felt like the most romantic thing in the world.
Finn's breath came in ragged gasps, the cool night air a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his skin. He looked down at Zanik, feeling a rush of power and desire as he commanded, “More, Zanik. I need more.”
Zanik’s eyes blazed with a mixture of lust and love, his strong hands gripping Finn’s hips. “You’re insatiable,” he growled, his voice thick with desire.
“Then keep up,” Finn shot back.
In one swift motion, Zanik flipped Finn onto the grass. Finn laughed, the sound mingling with the rustle of leaves beneath him. Zanik’s powerful body loomed over him, panting with lust. Finn’s heart raced as he looked up at Zanik, undone and wild. Even in the throes of passion, Zanik was a picture of strength and arrogance, his features sharp and handsome, his icy blue eyes burning with intensity.
Finn’s body felt electrified, every nerve ending alight with sensation. He was full of Zanik’s come, his body aching but still needing more.
Zanik’s size always amazed Finn. The Borraq’s broad shoulders and muscular frame dwarfed his own. As Zanik pressed him down into the grass, Finn felt the difference in their sizes acutely. Zanik’s powerful hands held him in place, the weight of his body a comforting pressure. Finn loved the way Zanik could make him feel small and cherished all at once.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Zanik positioned himself. Finn felt the thick head of Zanik’s second cock pressing against his entrance, and he bit his lip in anticipation. The sensation wasintense, the stretch a delicious ache as Zanik began to slide into his already-used hole.
Finn’s body responded eagerly, his back arching as he moaned. The feeling of being filled again was overwhelming, every inch of Zanik’s cock sending waves of pleasure through him. His inner thoughts were a jumble of desire and love, the connection between them deepening with every thrust.
“Fuck, Zanik,” Finn gasped, his voice breathless.
Zanik’s growl was low and primal, his movements powerful and controlled. “You feel so good, Finn.”
Finn’s hands gripped the grass, his body trembling with each thrust. The sensation of Zanik inside him was everything he needed, a perfect blend of pleasure and connection. He could feel the heat building between them, their bond growing stronger with every moment.
As Zanik moved, Finn’s thoughts were filled with a mix of awe and adoration. He loved everything about Zanik — the strength, the intensity, the way he made Finn feel whole. In that moment, under the stars on Vasz, nothing else mattered but their connection, their love, and the endless possibilities that lay ahead.
Finn felt every inch of Zanik’s thick cock stretching him, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. Each thrust was deliberate, powerful, and filled with an intensity that left Finn breathless. Zanik’s rhythm was unrelenting, each movement pushing Finn closer to the edge but never beyond it.
Every thrust drove deeper, the sensation a perfect blend of pleasure and pressure. Finn’s breath came in shallow gasps, his mind a haze of ecstasy. He could feel the heat pooling in his core, the tension building with every moment.
“Zanik,” Finn moaned, his voice barely a whisper.
“Come for me, Finn,” Zanik commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Finn’s body obeyed, the intensity of his climax overtaking him. His back arched, his muscles tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over him. He felt his come splashing over his own chest, the warmth spreading across his skin. The sensation was overwhelming, every nerve ending alight with ecstasy.
As he came, Finn’s body throbbed around Zanik’s cock, milking it, wanting it all. He could feel every pulse, every inch of Zanik inside him, their connection deepening with each moment.
Zanik’s growl grew louder, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “Finn,” he moaned, his voice filled with raw need.
With a final, powerful thrust, Zanik reached his own climax. Finn felt the hot rush of Zanik’s come filling him for a second time, the sensation a primal, erotic pleasure that left him breathless.
Finn sprawled on the soft grass, Zanik guiding him down. He pillowed his head on Zanik’s broad chest. The night sky above them was a sea of stars, twinkling like scattered diamonds. The cool night air was a welcome relief against their heated skin, their lovemaking still tingling in Finn’s veins.