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"My
mayht, how I've missed you."
A small cry fell from Anjali's lips and he
arched into the air when Bogden began planting small kisses over his heated
skin. Anjali panted heavily, aching with need. He felt this way every time
Bogden touched him, lost, out of control. Only Bogden seemed to be able to
keep him together.
He never dreamed Bogden's hands would feel
so warm, so gentle. The man was a warrior. He wielded a sword, fought for
Commander Chellak Rai. He trained most of his life to fight by the
commander's side. His demeanor, his larger than life size, even the life he
had lived, belied the gentle touches he bestowed on Anjali's body.
"Bogden!" Anjali cried out when
the man's teeth nipped at him. A moment later, Bogden's tongue soothed the
small bite before moving on to more skin. Bogden's hands were not idle
either, caressing Anjali and slowly driving him out of his mind. Anjali
didn't even have the brain power to form a thought. All he could do was lie
there and soak up the pleasure shooting through his body.
"Touching you brings me such
pleasure, mayht."
Anjali wanted to answer, to tell Bogden he
felt the same but his thoughts fragmented as Bogden's hands and lips
continued their hungry exploration of his body. Every little touch made his
body tingle.
Anjali's breathe hitched in his throat when
Bogden's hands gently moved over his distended stomach. He glanced down
quickly, worried that Bogden would be repulsed by the changes in his body.
The last time they had been together, Anjali had been slim, beautiful. Now,
he felt huge, and it would only get worse over the next two months until
their child was born.
He was shocked when a serene, prideful smile
crossed over Bogden's lips as he looked down at the large bump. He gently
ran his hands over Anjali's skin, grinning wider when the baby gave a small
kick.
"He's a strong one, mayht. He will make a
fine warrior." Golden eyes suddenly glanced up at Anjali, making him inhale
softly at the intensity he could see in their depths. "Thank you, Anjali,
for giving me this gift."
"Yo-you don't think I'm ugly now?"
"I've never seen you look more beautiful,
mayht. This child that we created together is the proof of all we mean to
each other. For you to carry him, to give life to that child…" Bogden shook
his head. "Entya haby, entya hyety, entya a'lhabby."
Anjali frowned. "What?"
"It means you are my love, you are my life,
you are my heart." Bogden grinned then leaned down to place a gentle kiss on
Anjali's belly. "You are my mayht."
Anjali opened his mouth to reply, not sure
of what he was going to say, but his breath came out in a long, surrendering
moan instead. Bogden had moved further down his body, licking and kissing
his fevered skin.
A spurt of hungry desire spiraled through
Anjali when he felt Bogden's mouth take him in. Bogden's tongue slowly
caressed the head of Anjali's cock, licking each inch, the slit in the top,
then down under the edge of the head before Bogden swallowed him down to the
root.
Anjali and Bogden had spent a lot of time in
bed together back on Katzmann before the man disappeared. They had tried a
lot of different things, experimenting with what they both liked, what
aroused them both, but in all that time, Bogden had never sucked Anjali's
cock. The feeling was mind blowing.
Anjali started to arch into the air, wanting
to push more of his cock into Bogden's mouth, until he felt two slick
fingers sink into his ass. Anjali suddenly didn't know what to do, push up
and into Bogden's mouth or push back and impale himself on Bogden's fingers.
Bogden took care of that indecision for
Anjali when he started sucking on the cock in his mouth and shoving his
fingers in and out of Anjali's ass all at the same time. Anjali went into
sensation overload. The soft moans falling from his lips became louder and
louder with each motion until he was letting out one loud cry.
"Bogden, please!"
"Okay, mayht, roll onto your side."
Anjali was all too eager to comply. He
rolled onto his side then felt Bogden move up and settle down behind him.
Anjali glanced over his shoulder, curious as to what Bogden's plan was,
until Bogden lifted his leg in the air and moved closer.
He couldn't control his outcry of delight.
His eyes fell closed and his head dropped back when he felt Bogden's long
hard cock start to sink into his ass. There was nothing in the world that
felt as good as Bogden fucking him, nothing.
"Open your eyes, mayht," Bogden said, his
voice sounding rough and thick. "I want to see you when I take you."
Anjali opened his eyes and turned to look at
Bogden again. His breath hitched, his hands clenching in the blankets
beneath him as Bogden filled him. Bogden's golden eyes darkened to a deep
amber color, their intensity almost too much to look at. Anjali suddenly
knew he wasn't just being fucked, he was being consumed, and he was helpless
to stop it. He didn't want to stop it.
"My mayht," Bogden whispered. "My beautiful
mayht."
Passion inched through Anjali's veins as
Bogden began to move, slowly, gently. Each thrust was measured, made to give
the most pleasure possible. As gentle as Bogden was being, Anjali could see
the cost of the man's control in his eyes, feel it in the clench of Bogden's
hand on his hip.
"I won't break, Bogden."
"I will not bring harm to you or our child,"
Bogden bit out through his clenched teeth. "I will love you in my way."
Anjali wanted to argue but he was too caught
up in the sensations produced by the feeling of Bogden's cock filling him
over and over again. When Bogden's hand wrapped around his cock and started
stroking him, Anjali knew he wouldn't last long. He was too close to the
edge.
Passion pounded through Anjali. He couldn't
catch his breath. The pleasure, building at an alarming rate, was pure and
explosive. Anjali felt like he was going to fragment at any moment.
"Come for me, my own," Bogden whispered in
Anjali's ear. "Come for me, mayht."
Anjali gasped in sweet agony as Bogden's
words shattered what little control he had left. His body melted as his
release swept through him, the world around him careening on its axis until
nothing existed except for him and the man crying out behind him.
Waves of ecstasy throbbed through Anjali as
Bogden's release filled him, warming him from the inside out. A deep feeling
of peace entered Anjali's body as Bogden's heavy breath blew across the
curve of his neck.
"My mayht."
Anjali smiled as he turned to look at the
man he had been falling in love with for weeks. He swallowed the despair
that suddenly filled him when all he saw was an empty space where Bogden
should have been.
Anjali glanced down to find his own fingers
wrapped around his cock instead of Bogden's. His hand and lower belly was
covered by his cum but there was no other sign that he had just been loved
by the large Katzman. Anajli was all alone.
He pressed his lips together to keep his
agony at bay for just a few minutes more and reached for a cloth to clean
himself off. He'd been having dreams about Bogden since he left the planet
of Katzmann. He'd gotten used to waking up covered in his own cum. That
didn't make it any easier to find he had just dreamed their intimate
encounter.
Anjali tossed the dirty cloth down on the
floor after cleaning himself off then curled into his bed, pulling the
blanket back over his body again. Only when the blanket covered his head and
he had his face pressed into his pillow did he give free reign to his agony.
Tears slowly slid down his cheeks. The babe
inside of him moved, kicking against his stomach as if trying to alleviate
some of Anjali's pain. Anjali wrapped his arm around his stomach, holding on
to the one connection he had to Bogden even though he knew it would never
take the place of its Father. Nothing could.
Bogden had stolen his heart then tossed it
away as if it didn't matter to him. That, more than anything made Anjali's
heart ache. He had been ready to give Bogden everything and the man simply
didn't care.
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