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Harper was grinning as he hit the bed and bounced slightly. Getting the big guy to loose it like that was fun and a big ego-kick. That it was the sight of him, a skinny little kludge, down on his knees sucking hot Niet cock that got Tyr off gave Harper a happy worthwhile feeling. Harper grunted as Tyr pushed two fingers up his backside. Nietzschean refractory time was fucking startling to begin with, but Harper had gotten used to it. He relaxed once he realised the nanobots had done their work and he wasn’t feeling the effects of being Tyr’s pummel-fuck object any more. Fuck, Tyr’s fingers were big. Harper bit down on his tongue to stop himself yelping as Tyr replaced them with his cock. It hurt every time Tyr pushed in. It didn’t matter how relaxed or well prepared he was, there was no getting around the fact that Tyr’s cock was a huge fucking monster and Harper’s backside had difficulty stretching that wide. Tyr wasn’t going easy on him either: more and more of it was being rammed in until Harper was red-faced and gasping. Tyr waited for a moment, his breath hot on the back of Harper’s neck, before pulling too hard back and plunging down again. Harper forced himself to go limp and the pain faded to a stretchy ache. His still-soft cock was rubbing against the quilt as Tyr pounded into him, but after spending the last 18 hours being sucked, squeezed and stroked dry, Harper wasn’t expecting to get hard any time soon. Lying under a Nietzschean and getting fucked hard in the backside should have made Harper feel dirty and used. It didn’t though. Because it was Tyr. Harper shied away from the bad memories of being the target of Niet lust back on Earth. Tyr might be rough with him, call him names and generally come the Alpha in bed, but he was never cruel. Tyr was just… Tyr. In a class of his own. Harper smiled at the thought. It didn’t matter that arms with bone blades were holding him down and that he had a genetically engineered supercock in his backside, because it was Tyr, not some faceless fucking Uber bastard, but Tyr… his friend. Tyr had obviously had enough of fucking a wet rag and yanked Harper’s hips up. Harper yelped as the new angle forced Tyr’s cock over his prostate. "Argh! Tyr, it’s okay: you don’t have to make me cum every time you fuck me." Tyr’s reply was a grunt and Harper was dropped back down onto a pile of pillows. Harper started to sweat as Tyr got to work, his cock rubbing mercilessly over Harper’s prostate while Harper’s cock was being tugged and pulled into semi-hardness by Tyr’s hands. Harper realised he was going to get hard or die from Tyr’s trying. Okay, so he could get hard, but there was no way he was going to be able to cum. There just wasn’t anything left… It felt good like this: hot and sweaty and hard. Tyr had slowed down and seemed to be planning for a war of attrition on Harper’s sweet spot. Where last night’s mind-blowing, screaming fucks had had him cumming in minutes, Harper got the feeling that this was going to be a long slow fuck into oblivion. The bed was creaking slightly. It hadn’t the night before. Now the sounds of the room went: squeak, grunt, pant, squeak, grunt, pant, squeak… It was almost hypnotic. The world narrowed down to the feel of Tyr licking the sweat from his back, the taste of the linen he was face down in, the dark, wild smell of Tyr above him and the mass of achy pleasure, heavy between his legs and coiled like a spring low in his stomach. Harper spread his legs a little wider and squeezed Tyr’s shaft with the muscles in his backside. Just to see what would happen. Tyr grunted in surprise and bucked in a little harder. The sudden thrust made Harper twitch and clamp down again and suddenly it was fast again. Harper whimpered as he felt Tyr wrapping a freshly slicked hand around his cock and gave himself up to whatever Tyr wanted to do to his body. The bed was screaming now and Harper realised so was he. His climax hit him unexpectedly and he convulsed as he shot a tiny spurt of cum onto the pillow. Then Tyr was yelling and biting him again and the world was going wavy as he felt hot wet cum dousing his insides. His last thought was that Tyr had better let him eat before they did this again.
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