The Cambion's Hoard

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Why was that tiny human making me lose control? She had insulted me. Made me look stupid in front of my brother. In front of Henson. Rose. Just like her namesake, beautiful, thorny, but sweet. But the most precious rose has the sharpest thorns.

The moment her skin had touched mine. I could feel her heat, her rage and I wanted more. Stumbling down the hall, I pushed the bathroom door open. Henson was lying in the bathtub.

“What’s wrong?” Henson’s brow creased. He held his hand out to me.

I slammed the bathroom door and started taking off my clothes. The fire raging in my belly needed to be sated, and Henson was the only one that could take it. The space between us was small, and I reached for him. Taking him behind the head, I lifted him from the water.

He wrapped his arms around my back and kissed me. Henson moaned, and I relished the sound. Henson didn’t know he was about to be fucked out of his mind. That little woman had left me harder than he ever had, and I didn’t understand why. I climbed into the bathtub and leaned him back. Raking my nails down his chest, he shivered.

“Thatch, what has gotten into you?”

“Is that a complaint?” I knew he wasn’t used to me being this aggressive.

“Fuck no.” He lifted his legs over the tub’s sides, giving me ample access to cock and ass.

I groaned. Henson didn’t know what he was in for. While he wasn’t as long as I was, he had the most delightful girth. Leaning above him, I took him in my hand and stroked him hard. He tilted his head back and bucked into my hand.

“Thatch...” Henson’s voice was hoarse.

“This isn’t going to be gentle, Hen. I am going to fuck you hard.”

“Biggs fucks hard. You’re my gentle lover.” He started running fingers down my chest.

I nipped at his ear. “Feel what’s waiting for you, lover.”

He took my dick in his hand and gasped. “You’re half shifted and that knot, babe. Not something you offer often.”

“Do you want it?” I knew he’d let Biggs knot him, but I didn’t usually let it happen.

“Fuck yes.” Henson squeezed, and I pushed into his hand.

I pushed my lips to him, and we let the frenzy start. Henson pressed hard against my lips, and I grabbed him. We each moved in sync.

Henson pulled away a little. “You’re gonna have to loosen me up if you want me to take that.”

“Needy.”

His lips cocked up, and I knew what he needed. I inched my hand slowly down his dick and balls but paused on the sensitive flesh below them. I kneaded it, and he sunk a little lower into the water. Then, keeping one knuckle firmly in his taint, I pressed another against his asshole.

Henson whimpered as I slowly pushed into his body. His flesh welcomed me with familiarity. I wiggled my finger, and he made a noise deep in his throat. Then, moving in and out, his hips jerked.

“...more Thatch.” He gripped my arm.

Putting my thumb on his taint, I moved my finger and slowly pushed it into his body. I wiggled my other, and he writhed. I knew how my Hen liked to be touched.

After a few more months, he begged me for more, and I willingly gave it to him. Three fingers and he was taking the spread like a trooper.

“Thatcher fuck me already.” He squeezed his muscles, and I knew he was fighting not to finish.

“Oh, I’m going to fuck you. You’re going to scream my name so loud Biggs is going to be jealous.” I pulled my hand away and guided the tip of me to him.

I usually didn’t fuck him half-shifted, but I needed to. I pushed against him, and the soft opening gave eagerly. His hips bucked, and he tried to push down onto me more.

“Oh, such a greedy boy. Here let me give you what you crave.”

I pushed into him with force. Henson cried out and dug his nails into my arm.

“The barbs, Thatch, oh god, I forgot how good they feel.”

I licked his ear. “Only the best for my lover.”

Pulling out again, I slammed back into his body. Each time pressing my knot tightly to him. He would wiggle closer, trying to get me to give it to him.

“Not yet, not yet. I want you to beg, Hen. Beg for me.” I slammed into him again and again. Sloshing water out of the tub. With each thrust, I had to control giving in. I needed him to beg me to cry out from the torture.

When I thrust again, I pushed in a little more, and he yelled.

“For the love of god, Thatcher, just put it in already. I need to feel it in me.” Henson writhed under me.

“As you wish, my love.”

I pulled all the way out of his body and thrust hard into him. Drawing on his hips helped me force my knot into his body. We both cried out as he squeezed around me.

We both took quick, deep breaths, and I felt the fire in my belly relax. Even though I was buried in my lover, all I wanted was it to be Rose taking me and not Henson. And I didn’t know why.