Me and My Christmas Familiar (An MM Monster Christmas)

Chapter 20

CHAPTER 20

F or several moments, Kit forgot about fucking and just enjoyed the sensation of their mouths moving together. Still, his cock throbbed, and he could feel Lachlan’s answering length beckoning him.

Kit broke the kiss. He reached for Lachlan’s trousers and tugged them down before removing his own.

Then he took Lachlan’s hand and led him to the bed. They fell on top of each other, kissing and grinding, eager to touch and be touched. He slid his hand along Lachlan’s spine and felt his witch shiver.

Their dicks slid deliciously as they frotted, pre-cum making their thrusts smoother. The room filled with the sounds of their moans and gasps.

Kit could so easily lose himself in the taste, touch, and smell of Lachlan. He revelled in the ways their bodies moved together as they ground and sought their pleasure.

He could spend like this. But he wanted Lachlan inside him.

Kit wanted his witch to fuck him.

“Lachlan,” Kit gasped, breaking the kiss. “Where did I put the oil?” He’d lost track of it. His witch was distracting with his pretty mouth and lovely dick.

Lachlan pulled back, wide-eyed, hair tousled. “Oh, here.” Lachlan leaned towards the floor, grabbed the bottle, and held it up.

Kit took it. He unscrewed the vial, and the smell of citrus filled the air. Kit turned onto his front, getting onto his hands and knees. With a bit of awkwardness and spillage, he poured oil onto his fingers. Then he reached back.

Kit glanced behind his shoulder. Lachlan’s eyes widened as Kit reached for his own entrance. Kit slid a finger inside. He groaned. It had been so long since he’d done this.

His eyes drifted shut as he slid in a second. He gasped as he undulated on his two fingers, sliding them in and out, stretching his channel.

His eyes snapped open as he felt a tender touch on his thigh. Kit looked back. Lachlan stared at Kit’s hole. Kit’s arsehole clenched.

“Can I…” Lachlan trailed off as if uncertain what he was asking for.

Kit licked his lower lip. “Give me your hand.”

Lachlan held it out. Kit poured the slick oil over Lachlan’s palm and fingers.

“Now what?” Lachlan asked.

“Slide one of your fingers inside me,” Kit whispered. “Between mine.”

Panting, Kit stretched his fingers apart. Lachlan pressed a finger between them. Then he slowly sank it deep inside. Kit groaned as Lachlan’s finger pressed against his. His rim stretched further.

“That’s it.” Kit gasped. “Slide it in and out.”

Gaze filled with wonder and awe, Lachlan did as Kit said. Lachlan’s fingers slid alongside Kit’s. Kit groaned.

“Another. Add another finger.” Kit closed his eyes as four fingers stretched him wide. He whimpered.

“You’re so beautiful, Kit,” Lachlan said.

Kit’s cock jerked, and pre-cum dribbled from his dick.

“Enough,” Kit breathed. “It’s enough. I need you. Lachlan. Fuck me. Please.” He tugged his fingers free, and Lachlan’s slid out as well. “Put oil on your cock.” He held the vial to Lachlan, who took it with trembling hands.

Lachlan poured the oil onto his hand, then stroked his cock. Lachlan groaned.

Kit reached back, grabbed an arse cheek, and held himself open. “Please, Lachlan. Fuck me. Claim me as yours.”

Lachlan came up behind him. He gripped Kit’s hip with one hand and lined his cock up with the other. The tip of his dick teased Kit’s entrance.

Kit held his breath, anticipation tingling through his body. “I’m ready. Push into me. Fill me with your cock.”

Lachlan took a deep breath. Then he groaned as he pressed forward, his cock sliding into Kit. Kit’s mouth dropped open as his hole stretched wide with agonising slowness. It burned. But he wanted it so much.

“Lachlan,” Kit whispered as he took the length of Lachlan’s dick, inch by inch. “Yes!”

“You’re so tight,” Lachlan gasped. “Curses…you feel incredible… Kit… I didn’t know…oh… Kit…” He shuddered as his dick slid completely inside Kit. His hand clutched at Kit’s hips.

Kit took deep, heaving breaths as his body accommodated his witch buried inside him. The burning ebbed. He needed more.

“Claim me. Make me yours. Please,” Kit begged. “Please. Move.” Kit tilted his hips and rocked back, urging Lachlan on.

Then, slowly, Lachlan withdrew, sliding his cock almost completely out. He shoved back in.

They cried out in unison.

And again, Lachlan slid out, until only the tip remained buried inside Kit. Then he thrust, shoving Kit forward. He did it again and again, slowly picking up speed.

“Yes! Like that! Fuck me like that!” Kit cried out, squeezing his eyes shut as Lachlan fucked him hard and fast.

Kit moaned. He belonged on this cock. He should forever be impaled on his witch’s stiff length. Kit shoved himself back, meeting each snap of Lachlan’s hips. Lachlan’s dick rubbed inside his channel, lighting Kit up from the inside. “Oh! Oh!”

Then suddenly, one of Lachlan’s hands released Kit’s hip and gripped his tail. Kit cried out in surprise, eyes snapping open.

Lachlan released him. “Sorry,” he panted. “I didn’t mean?—”

“No! No! Do it again,” Kit yelled.

Tentatively this time, Lachlan wrapped a hand around the base of Kit’s tail, whilst continuing to slide in and out of Kit in a slow, steady rhythm.

“Tighter,” Kit gasped. “Hold it tighter.”

Lachlan squeezed, and Kit groaned, surprised as a jolt of pleasure shot through him. “Oh! Tug it! Please!”

“Like this?” Lachlan tugged his tail.

Kit’s cock jerked, and he keened. It was like there was a direct link between his tail and his dick. “Tug my tail hard. Tug it whilst you fuck me.”

Lachlan did, tugging Kit’s tail as he increased the speed of his thrusts.

“You feel so amazing.” Lachlan grunted and groaned.

Kit sobbed with pleasure. Every inch of Kit’s body burned with delicious pleasure. Each thrust and tug set him more alight.

“Fuck me. Fuck me. Take me,” Kit babbled. “I’m yours. Your familiar. Use me. Spill your seed inside me.” Kit cried out as the tension coiled higher and higher inside him. His body tingled. His hands and feet turned numb, and still the pleasure rose.

Kit jolted with each of Lachlan’s thrusts. And still, Lachlan kept tugging his tail and pounding his arse.

“Lachlan! Lachlan!” Kit’s voice strained as he cried out his witch’s name, like a chant, like a blessing, like an incantation.

Then Kit shifted his hips, and that magic spot inside him was being nailed by his witch’s perfect cock.

Kit screamed. His body arched. His toes curled as every nerve in his body burst with pleasure. His cock spurted ropes of thick seed onto the bed.

And above him, Lachlan’s broken cries filled his ears. “Kit!” His witch’s hips stuttered, and he filled Kit with his hot spend.