Stallion Mage: A Horse Shifter Mpreg Romance (COMPLETE)

Two Firsts (18+)

Laren's lips are soft. Alvarr didn't know why, but he started trembling, and Laren's arms gathered him up, pulling the mage right up against the leader's body. The mage could feel Laren's breath on his cheek.

Has anyone ever been this close to him?

Laren's heat was more than comfort, more than relief, but it was both those things, and excited Alvarr more than the mage knew what to do with. It was like sinking in water that was too warm, or smelling a flower that was too sweet... He shook his head and broke away, overwhelmed.

A crease formed between Laren's eyebrows. "You don't like it?"

"I do," Alvarr said, stepping into the leader's embrace again. "I like it very much. I just don't know what to..." He leaned his slight weight against Laren, hoping that the larger man would lead him in this.

"Let me taste you," the leader said, cupping Alvarr's head with both large hands.

On instinct, Alvarr tipped his head up again, and Laren kissed him again. This time, his hot tongue stroked the seam of the mage's lips. One of Laren's hands stroked down Alvarr's long hair and splayed out against the mage's lower back, supporting him.

Everywhere they touched, from Alvarr's chest to his thighs, the mage got a sense of expanding. It was as though all his senses reached out to his leader, wanting to be taken in and held.

Laren licked Alvarr's lower lip once more, and drew away, leaving a small space between them. "Open your mouth."

"Why?" Alvarr asked. Laren's eyes are beautiful. I've never noticed, but they are.

"You'll see," Laren said, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Nodding, Alvarr parted his lips a small amount. Laren kissed him once more, and his tongue gently touched the mage's.

Alvarr went limp, falling against Laren's chest, but he managed not to break apart from the other man. An energy went through him when they kissed, like lightning streaking between them. The mage's legs were useless, but he clutched Laren's shoulders to hold himself up.

"Are you all right?" Laren murmured. Alvarr was going to answer, but his thoughts scattered as the leader's lips ran over the outside of his ear.

"You're sensitive," the leader said. His hot tongue traced the outer edge, leaving a trail of coolness.

If Laren's grip hadn't tightened around his waist, Alvarr would have fallen. His entire world had narrowed to the places the leader touched him. His member had hardened to the point of pain, but it was just one sensation among many.

He was there, with Laren, allowed to be close to him in his vulnerable man-shape.

Laren trusted him.

Alvarr regained control of his legs. Feeling daring, he molded his hands to Laren's lower back. The muscles shifted when the leader moved, but Laren stayed still under the mage's exploration.

So strong, yet so soft. Even in his man-shape, the leader had impressive strength, but his skin was smooth. Vulnerable.

Slowly, Alvarr dragged his fingertips around to Laren's hard stomach. I can't believe he is just allowing me to touch him like this. The mage stroked up to his chest.

The leader made a low, rough sound in the back of his throat. "Kiss me again," Laren said, and the mage raised himself on his toes.

Their open mouths met. Laren's tongue swept into Alvarr's mouth, lapping and tasting the mage, and all he could do was let him. He was drowning in the energy they created between them; all he wanted was to melt against the leader. Alvarr's member was fully extended, pressed up against the leader's stomach. Like before, it was leaking trails of fluid all over the hard muscle. He moaned against Laren's mouth.