Prince Lothian (MxM)

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I clawed at his back from the hard and deep thrusts. It appeared he was as worked up as I was, I didn't mind, I welcomed the slight sting of pain every time he sheathed himself inside me, his muscled body that was maintained with brutal training was heavy on top of me and pressed me into the mattress with every unbridled thrust of his hips.

I voiced my pleasure loudly, not caring who heard.

His grunts, low groans and the occasional moan of my name sounding in my ears, the springs of the bed squeaking in protest, a few books tumbling to the ground from my nightstand which only seemed to encourage him to go harder.

I'd slept with many a prince or other noble men of court, but none had the stamina that could match my special guard, nor bring me even a fraction of the pleasure.

I enjoyed what would probably be my last time with him, and the last time I'd have enjoyable, good sex, and maybe even willing sex, but I didn't want to think about that possibility.

I came with a hoarse scream and arched against him, clutching at his body and pulling him ever closer as he chased his own release and I cried out at the sharp and wonderful sensation of been overstimulated.

He flipped me over, grasped my hips and slammed back into the hilt.

I would only ever get on my knee's for him, and only he could finish inside me, everyone else I refused, but with him I could truly let go, and not worry about our positions in court and what was right and wrong, as the kings nephew I was expected to act my standing.

On my back for another man was bad enough, but bending over for one? That was social ridicule right there. I trusted my special guard never to speak a word and he never had.

His pelvis clapped against my ass and he rut against me like I was a bitch in heat.

I moaned like one and weakly pushed back, feeling myself orgasm again when he rammed himself inside with a vicious snarl.

His knot swelled, his wolf side coming to the surface and inhumanly sharp teeth scraped over my jugular vein, a warning growl rumbling from the sweaty chest pressed to my back, telling me to keep still as he slowly began to pump his warm and thick cum into me, and because he was a werewolf there was always a lot of it and it filled me slowly until I felt like I was going to burst and then some more, his knot keeping all of it deep inside me and pushing open my mating channel for it to flow into.

"You have more Banjoao leaves?" he grunted, hips rolling and pushing his knotted cock further against that small opening inside me and flooding it with his seed, pulling my ass back and up to better direct his tip to the entrance and get as much inside my mating channel as possible.

"Yes." I gasped, feeling such pleasure from getting filled.

Banjoao leaves stopped me from getting pregnant, they tasted bitter and awful and were terribly chewy and stringy but were the only contraceptive that worked for my kind.

Unlike my brothers I had been gifted with the rare capacity to carry young, something only my mother, father and siblings knew, and all had promised to take that information to the grave.

My special guard was an exception, he'd known after the first time we had sex, he'd felt it, and known straight away what I was.

He was the only werewolf I've been with, none of the others had noticed my mating channel which opened after orgasm to take the seed of my partner.

My father wouldn't of told the king, nor would Prince Lothian know, it was why I was so confused why I had been chosen.

Being what I was shameful for a man of court, which was why it had been kept a secret, but it was special to those who only liked men as it meant that they could still sire children.