"P-pleas-" He was shivering, his body overwhelmed with pleasure and the slow and achingly sweet movement of the big, big finger teasing his aching hole, pressing against his prostate easily and sending shivers of pleasure down his spine and over to his whole body, making his brain mushy: "So needy for me..." The purr of the man's voice was just above his ear, his arms were caught by a black chain that did not let him touch himself to relieve his orgasm, it made the whole experience so much (better? worse?) more than he thought it'd be.
Being claimed was amazing, even more so when his wolf inside his soul was so pleased at the rumbling purr of the man who stood above him, undoing him so beautifully by the touch of his hands, his mouth working wonders on his body and making him weak at the knees as all worries faded from his mind: "Fuck, baby, you're so adorable..." He heard Hercules (or Heracles, he didn't mind it either way) chuckle as his body assumed a beta shift, just like Peter who prided himself on his absurd control over himself but was shifting right now- Hair grew around his face as his ears enlogated, his nose fell a little flat and his teeth grew bigger as his eyes flashed the royal blue color: "Such beautiful eyes you have my dear-" Peter almost felt like crying, the love on the man's words made him shiver in wonder and lust as no one that knew what blue eyes meant found them beautiful, maybe- "I know what they mean, my darling, i know they mean guilt- Or in your Werewolf culture they mean the killing of an innocent..." He kissed him again, taking Peter's breath away with a single movement, before he continued: "But they mean guilt, the guilt you feel when you kill an innocent is what marks your wolf- You'll never forget the loss of that innocence, but your eyes don't mean anything bad to me- My eyes were blue for such a long, long time before they turned this color... Does that make you think of me differently?"
"No-" He moaned as slick fingers touched his prostate teasingly, he panted as he felt vulnerable by the man's words- he truly was his soulmate it seems, because Peter felt so safe with him right now, safe enough to let go: "No it doesn't- You're BEAUTIFUL!" He shouted the last word as sharp teeth bit his shoulder, not enough to tear the skin but enough to keep a little mark there and make his body shiver with pleasure: "Please, please-" He wanted so much, he craved it, he needed it! "Please-" He groaned loudly when a sharp tongue pushed inside him, Heracles' tongue was warm and sharp as he tried to keep himself in check and not transform fully into a lion and claim the man below him as a feral beast, no, he wanted it to be sweet, slow, and achingly good to the point where his Mate's back would crack from pleasure alone! "Ah..." Sighing a moan, Peter couldn't help but clench his hole when the tongue pushed against his prostate, he groaned as the clenched hole was violated by the warm and wet tongue as it pulled out with such great speed that left him hollow for a moment and he couldn't help but whine at the emptiness of his hole.
"Darling, baby, look-" Seeing how Peter just felt empty without him, he decided to give him something to do while he prepared him a little more- Also he decided to let Peter lube hin naturally, so he pulled the man and set him on top of him, his ass close to his face as he kept working on the preparation while Peter was peft free with the main attraction- "It's huge." And of course it was, everything about the man was huge, but what impressed Peter even more was the act that he had tattoos even on his penis, veins of black that curled on that chocolate skin that Peter was starting to adore- "C'mon love, sugar, baby- You'll have to lube it a little with your spit baby, ao why don't you put your mouth to work hum?" And oh fuck, Peter wasn't sure of the size, he'd put it between 13 to 15 inches, but the girth was above 9 inches, he's sure of that- It'll wreck him, but thankfully he is a werewolf and will heal after this!
So opening his mouth, he let a ball of spit fall right on top of the bulbous large head before his tongue touched it- The reaction was instantaneous, it flexed and hit him on the face hard, Peter was surprised while his mate only bit him lightly, making the poor Peter whine in need as a deep feeling of wanting to be wrecked filled his lungs: "C'mon love, you should lube me up, with your tongue or a bottle, because if you don't I'll enter you dry and tear you up- Unless you like the pain, don't you, my slutty puppy?" Another small bite at the puckered pink flesh that was his hole made him jerk forward, rutting his aching cock against the chest of his love while he played with his hole. 'You can dk r.' Peter sighed before ge pushed his tongue out and licked once again the head before slowly and teasingly licking down, further snd further down, until he was licking the whole member up and down the base to the head, he heard guttural growls of pleasure that left his Mate's lips and he grinned in victory.
But such victory was short-lived when he was turned once again, this time his body assumed a submissive posture as he wolf pushed Peter to submit, on all fours, ass raised high to the man who chuckled: "Ah... Such a slutty puppy, aren't you?" Peter shivered as that voice whispered profanities in his ear, being called names was something he never thought would make him hard- He knew that his neck was sensitive like every werewolf's neck, but as he felt those big hands grasp his waist and felt as a thick throbbing dick pushed its way inside him slowly and gently- He melted. He fucking melted into a puddle of mewling noises, like a newborn kitten he mewled and gasped as he felt teeth on his shoulders and claws on his hips, and soon he felt himself being torn open by that cock- "Please, it hurts-" He cried, his wolf was in extreme pain but also pleasure, and at that moment he saw something in his mind's eye that made him gasp just as Heracles pushed his cock further inside him-
A large black lion with red eyes laying down beside his grey wolf, his wolf yipped and wagged his tail to the lion, while the lion just looked down at him with a warm, affectionate gaze that burned the soul with so much love- His wolf was life an excited puppy bothering its mother, playfully biting and jumping on the lion who stood still, afraid of hurting the wolf, and that pleasant and cute scene faded as he felt electricity through his whole body as his prostate was once again abused, but this time it wasn't by a finger but by a large cock that was still somehow pushing further and further inside him in a deliciously slow but aggressive push: "Yeah, you take it so beautifully baby, my baby-" Groaning, Hercules felt his teeth enlarge and sharpen as the urge to bite the wolf grew- Mating Mark can be applied in many ways, but biting is the most common one, Heracles spent so much time in this world that he learned a lot from it, ever since he was born in 1920 till now he spent so much time learning things-
How to survive was his first lesson, how to kill was his second, how to resist was his third, how to defy was his fourth, how to break was his fifth, how to obey was his sixth, how to rebuild himself from rubbles- This ones he's still learning, but for the first time, he's learning how to let go of himself, even if for a few seconds, and enjoy the moment, and even learning how to love? Sure, he's not a virgin, he fucked anything that wanted his cock, but being vulnerable around someone is something he cannot put his mind around yet. The last time he cried was when his family died, just after he gor attached to them, after he loved them, they were taken from him. But still, he had his freedom, right?
His freedom was taken from him. But still, he had his mind right?
His mind was taken from him. And like that, slowly but surely, he had nothing left to loose and only to win! But now, now as his teeth sink into the tender and smooth flesh of the one that caught the attention of his lion, the only one that ever caught the attention of this prideful yet soft beast that was his only friend ever since he was a young, traumatized cub, that he edirenly named Mávros. This wolf caught the eye and satisfaction of his cold and cruel lion, making it act just like a touch-starved little cub that wanted hugs and kisses and affection- It was surprising, but not unwelcomed by Heracles st all! He tasted the iron on the blood in his mouth as his cock continued to move, faster and rougher inside the tiny wolf, who wept in pain and pleasure as his small cock trembled, he leaked without touching himself once at all! He lasted for about 10 minutes, the man beneath him was already a mess on the 3rd minute, and this was only the first round.
You see, Lions mate between 40 to 50 times a day, and a super powerful supernatural human-lion something else hybrid full of stamina and blue balls could fuck a lot! He counted 55 times that he cummed inside the poor wolf until his Mávros was satisfied enough to let him rest, don't get me wrong he can still go for another 150 rounds if he wants to, but he'll let his boy rest for now-
He looked at the clock and saw- After quick maths inside his mind, he spent 10 minutes between each fucking without a pause... 10 minutes times 55 is 550 minutes which is more or less 9 hours and 10 minutes? Something like that: "No wonder..." He sighed and took the passed out wolf in his arms, he was completely covered in his smell and cum, he had several bited across his body but only one Mate bite, sadly Heracles didn't have a mate bite since his skin is literally impossible to cut. He used his spark and manifested darkness around them before vanishing from their room, a room of the best hotel he had ownership over, he brought him there, teleporting through space faster than light itself.
He just willed himself there, and he was.
"Hmmm... Mávros likes his wolf, and i actually like him enough to keep him, so maybe marriage isn't that bad of an option..." Typical Heracles, he has to plan everything and be prepared, expect the unexpected or some shit like that! "Maybe in Taiwan? Thailand? I heard somewhere Italy's great this time of the year... Perhaps, Greece?" He thought back on his motherland and frowned, that place was technically his, since he owned it in pact of magic and blood- Yes, he's technically Greece's king, which makes him royalty, even though Greece is a democratic country.
I mean, if he wants to, he can steal a bank in Greece in broad daylight and no one would do shit about it, because that money is already his, every person in power answers to him because their blood is tied to that land and they obey his orders! He's Greece's Κυβερνήτης (Kyvernítis), or Κυβερνήτης του αίματος (Kyvernítis tou aímatos) which means Ruler of Blood- Basically, due to some shenanigans, going feral, dying, going to hell, being reborn and coming back as ruler of a hell dimension alongside powers he has no explanation of... He kinda did an ancient ritual that made his own blood reclaim the land he was born into, due to strength he gained magical ownership over greece and all those who were born there, magical or not, which made that place a paradise for the supernatural since he banished every single hunter from his Greece and even made some kill themselves.
The Ancient One tried to banish him from earth but after he made an oath to protect Earth and- It's complicated...
Anyway, time to take care of his puppy.