kinktober 2024

16 | first time | ajawnich

"A-Are you sure about this, Ajaw...?" Kinich asks skeptically, laying down on his bed. Ajaw spreads Kinich's legs apart, scooting in between them with a vial of oil in his hands.

"A hundred percent, now relax. I can't finger you like this," A finger presses itself to Kinich's ass and he twitches with discomfort, tightening subconsciously. "Loosen up, idiot!"

"You shouting at me isn't helping.." Kinich shoots back. He's not nervous about the idea of sex, definitely not. He's no stranger to arousal. As a young adult he's obviously seen pornographic material, he's gotten erections, he's touched himself— but never like this. Never experimented with his fucking ass, thank you very much. It's only due to him not reading the fine print when creating the contract with Ajaw that specifically states he must offer up his body during the Almighty Dragonlord K'uhul Ajaw's ruts that he has fingers prodding at his hole. "You ever touch yourself here, 'Nich?"

"Don't call me that." Kinich groans in discomfort as the first finger slips in.

Ajaw fingers him leisurely, grin growing wider and wider with all the little noises Kinich tries to prevent him from hearing. "Awh, but it's cute! How about Kini then? Maybe KinKin?"

"No, those all suck major ass Aja— ah! What the hell—" a second finger is slipped in as soon as Kinich lets his guard down.

He knows Ajaw is only bothering him with shitty nicknames so that he relaxes around his fingers enough for Ajaw to loosen him for the thing making him the most nervous.

Or rather 'things.' Since Ajaw, like every other godforsaken reptile, has two fucking penises. Large ones at that.

Kinich doesn't even want to think about how wide his ass will be stretched just to fit them inside his body. He's so busy totally not thinking about Ajaw's cocks he doesn't even realize Ajaw has worked him up to three fingers until they brush against his prostate. He spasms against the sheets with a shout of Ajaw's name, almost cumming immediately at the contact.

"What the hell was that?.." he pants wetly, staring up at Ajaw through thick lashes.

"Your pleasure button," Ajaw giggles back before poking and prodding at it some more, causing Kinich to arch and flail against the bed. He moans uncontrollably, and it's embarrassing. Like Kinich physically cannot control the sounds he's letting out as Ajaw slips in a fourth finger and pushes them all against his prostate. "Medically speaking, it's called your prostate. But who cares when you sound so pretty moaning my name like that?"

Ajaw leans in, kissing Kinich's cheek before biting his neck and Kinich cums from those touches alone. The orgasm feels different from previous ones, like it was being forced out of him. He whines and moans loud and long, Ajaw slapping a hand over his mouth. "Careful now, Kinich.. can't have you getting too loud now can we, my loyal servant?"

Kinich nods against his hand, stomach still clenching and unclenching from the intensity of that orgasm. His head is still reeling from the pleasure, from Ajaw's words, from his hands on Kinich's body..

The fingers slip out of him, and he feels two tapered heads pressing against his hole. Kinich looks into Ajaw's eyes, filled with lust and.. admiration? Care? He doesn't know.

"Take a deep breath, Kinich. You're going to need it."

Kinich does take a deep breath, trying to mentally prepare himself to satiate this ancient dragonlord's rut.