Magic Gone Wrong! Chapter 4, Part 2
Title: Magic Gone Wrong!
Chapter: 4/?
Previous Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four 1
Authors:
lucklessmallory and
chinesethorn
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: LeexGaara
Summary: Tentacles, ftw?! Gaara is a sorcerer outside of the small town where Lee works as a smith. When Lee sits in on one of Gaara's ritual summonings, something starts to go terribly wrong...
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Lee pressed his lips against the thumb tracing them in a kiss as he rubbed against Gaara’s hand. He didn’t need to be told twice. The tentacle slowly slid out of the redhead after releasing another spray of fluid like earlier, keeping the other’s nerves tingling and sensitive. Lee’s eyes shifted from the strands of cum splattered all over Gaara’s thighs and stomach, shivering from lust at the mass of it covering Gaara’s length and balls.
Slipping his arms under the sorcerer’s spread legs, he guided his dick towards the slick entrance and slowly sheathed himself into hot velvet. "A-Ahh- Feels so good, Gaara."
Gaara was right to ask for preparation. The liquid was making it easier to push in, with enough stretching from the tentacle to sheathe Lee's thick dick inside Gaara's slick walls. The tentacles wrapped around Gaara's waist began to pull him towards Lee, pressing their hips flush against each other until Lee was completely inside him.
After a quick breath, Lee started to thrust, eyes dark as he felt every pulse and contraction around his dick. And that was where his restraint snapped, hips pumping fast and hard as Lee groaned out Gaara’s name.
Gaara panted and gasped, body shaking as Lee moved. Lee’s length was hot inside him compared to the tepid flesh of the tentacle, and the friction only made it feel more so. Sweat poured from all across Gaara’s body, making their skin slick as it slapped and slid together. “Mmn-! Ah, ah, ah, oh-”
The sorcerer wrapped his arms around Lee’s shoulders and clung tightly, burying his face against the other’s skin as he groaned through each hard, forceful thrust. The cheeks of his ass rippled and trembled each time Lee’s hips hit them, making them quickly flush red. Gaara’s fingers threaded through Lee’s hair, tugging sharply with each stutter of the smith’s rhythm. There was so much pressure! So much heat, overloading Gaara’s brain and making him see stars in his vision. So good-!
Gaara was so tight! It felt like a heavy suction on Lee’s dick every time he pulled out, while pushing inside was unlike any friction he'd ever felt. Lee suckled on Gaara's neck to ground himself as his hips moved against Gaara's. The appendages hauling the redhead towards him lifted him a bit higher, the demon whispering of a place inside Gaara that would feel like an explosion of pleasure for the sorcerer.
Taking hold of Gaara's hips, Lee followed the demon's voice and ground up at the same time as the tongue slipping in and out of Gaara's dick pulled out and the tentacles on his thighs opened into hot, wet mouths. "Gaara..." He panted, eyes gleaming as one of the mouths engulfed Gaara's dick and began to suck, its tongue sliding under his foreskin and swirling around the sensitive head. The other tentacle latched on to one of Gaara's balls and moved in circular motions, pushing his sac against the base of his cock again and again.. "I- I want to see you...covered in my cum. Fuck you until you cannot walk."
“Mmngh- AH!” Gaara cried out sharply as Lee shifted and began to thrust against the place inside him that sent shocks of electricity through his nervous system and pulses up his dick. His fingers in Lee’s hair fisted and jerked as the sorcerer’s vision was framed with encroaching black through the thick, choking pressure that was growing in his body. The stimulation to his dick was fantastic, and he could feel his heart beating in his every vein. “God- fuck- Lee! Shit! So good-!”
Rational thinking didn’t exist anymore. Gaara heard the meaning in Lee’s voice without hearing the words, and it made him moan with ecstasy. He attached his mouth to Lee’s shoulder and bit down, groaning against his skin as his toes curled and his fingers dug into the smith’s back. It was so much, too much, he didn’t know how much longer he could take it! “Lee-! Come, god, please come-!”
The heat was smoldering until Lee couldn’t tell if it was from the hearth or from their frantic fucking. Pain laced his consciousness from Gaara's hands on his skin and his mouth on his shoulder but all Lee could do was moan as a wave of pure pleasure washed over him, forcing him to shut his eyes and thrust all the way inside the redhead until he'd spilled all of his seed in him. Sweat slid down from his face and back, his skin red from its proximity to the flame.
Lee felt burned and there was nothing he could compare to feeling the sorcerer's body engulfing him and the warm musky smell of their joining filling his senses. He thrust a few more times before his knees buckled and he had to lay forward with Gaara trapped between him and the anvil as he caught his breath.
Gaara’s mouth dropped from Lee’s shoulder in a silent shout as he felt Lee’s last few frantic thrusts into his body. The sorcerer clawed tighter as he followed, his body jerking and twitching against the tentacles as he came. He groaned softly, unable to tell if the sticky, messy wetness that was all over his body was from the cum he’d spilled or the sweat from both of them. It was still so hot in here, but Gaara’s body was finally beginning to feel less like a burst of raging fire and more like a slow glowing of coals as his body relaxed.
Lee was heavy. Gaara shifted slightly, only now realizing that being pressed against hot, hard metal (or pounded against it) was quite uncomfortable. The tentacles were still wrapped around his body, slithering slightly. His body shuddered slightly in aftershock as he trailed his hands down Lee’s back.
“Hnghh.” Muscles twitching from the light touch down his back, Lee nuzzled against Gaara’s hair before he forced himself to push up from the anvil with a groan. The tentacles were already retreating, slithering over Gaara’s body as they unwound from his limbs and waist to recede into Lee’s skin. The smith’s pupils shrank back until he was staring down at Gaara with lidded, satiated brown eyes that flickered from the hearth’s flame. His cheeks were flushed as he gave the redhead a loped grin. “Wow.”
Pulling out carefully, he got to his feet and gingerly lowered Gaara’s legs from his waist, knowing that the tentacles would have uncomfortably stretched them until they were aching. Licking his parched lips, Lee ran his forearm over his brow. He was still high on his orgasm and the fact that Gaara still looked so sexy lying on his anvil and covered in cum and sweat. "How....How are you feeling? Are you alright?"
Gaara sighed heavily in relief as the tentacles slithered away, retreating and disappearing back into Lee’s skin. Gaara’s legs could finally relax from the spread-eagle position he’d been in, sliding down onto Lee’s lap as he did. “I’m fine. That felt good.”
That was probably one of the greatest understatement Gaara had made for the past several years, if not his life thus far. He couldn’t quite bring himself to move yet, still feeling too gooey and satisfied. He sighed again, lips pulling up into a smile from the tingling in his muscles. He smirked at Lee, enjoying the flush on the other’s body and the smell of their dirty bodies. “How long have you wanted to do that?”
“M-Master Gaara, I was not planning- that is, not with tentacles-” Brows raising at Gaara’s question, Lee cleared his throat and glanced away in momentary embarrassment before he shook his head and settled for sheepishly rubbing his neck. “It has...been on my mind even when I was still infatuated with Miss Sakura. At first I did not want to believe I was attracted to you, but it grew harder to ignore when you began to fill my thoughts everyday.” The sight of Gaara’s small smile was gratification itself not to mention that it came after the best sex he’d ever had. Lee’s shoulders relaxed. If Gaara hadn’t wanted him as well, he would have said no from the start.
Taking Gaara’s limp hand, Lee pressed a chaste kiss to his knuckles then squeezed it. “You mentioned going to town earlier. Is there any errand you need to run? I can do it so you can take a bath.”
“Hm,” Gaara hummed, still feeling the lazy pleasure at the forefront of his mind. Lee’s kiss seemed to deepen that feeling, making him feel more warm than hot. The smith’s lips on his hand was much more tender than the hard fucking that had burst from the man before. “That sounds like a good idea. I only had some things that needed to be taken to the market. Sometimes Ino sells my things for me if I’m too busy. You can drop off a box with her for me.”
Gaara inhaled slow and deep as he pulled himself up. He felt niggles of an ache in his body from how rough they’d been, but it was overwhelmed by the glowing. He wrapped his arms around Lee’s shoulders and kissed the man’s cheek, feeling slippery and sensual as their bodies pressed limply together again. He only paused for a moment however before he slid off the other’s lap and slowly got to his feet.
Lee smiled at the kiss and helped Gaara get to his feet. This was the first time he'd ever seen the sorcerer's defenses wiped away in a single moment, and he would never forget the trust and desire Gaara showed him even if nothing else happened after today. He wasn’t as naive as he was as a young boy, and wasn’t going to expect his relationship with the sorcerer to change just like that. "That will be no trouble at all." As he gave the other some room to straighten up, he looked remorsefully at the faint marks left behind by the demon’s tentacles on Gaara’s wrists and waist.
It had been easy to give in to the demon and tap into its powers earlier, but it was a stupid decision to make. Still, he felt energized, as if the demon had taken power from sex and had stored it inside the smith.
Lee picked up his discarded shirt and began to wipe away some of the cum from Gaara’s stomach. All that leather that the sorcerer had been wearing earlier lay in various crumpled piles around the forge and most likely would carry the smell of their joining for days unless Gaara had a cleaning spell up his sleeve.
“Can you make it up to your room or should I carry you up, Master Gaara?” Lee asked, brows furrowing slightly despite the lighthearted teasing.
“Just because I’ve been fucked doesn’t make me a damsel.” Gaara rolled his eyes. He really did feel fine. There was a little twinge if he moved to fast, but he was fairly sure that there was something in the demon’s lubrication that was already helping. He let Lee help clean him briefly before he took the shirt from the smith and began to collect the pieces of clothing that lay strewn about the room. He bundled his shirt, pants, and belt under his arm and put on his cloak. It billowed open at the front, exposing his dirty, naked body when he turned back to Lee.
“If you hurry back you might be able to join me for that bath,” Gaara told him. His mansion was a beautiful, spacious one, but some of the details were outdated with the grandeur of age. His bath consisted of a rather large tub with a fireplace beneath it to keep the water warm. Gaara usually lit the fire himself and kept it burning with a small charm, but he could make the gremlins tend to it this time if it meant he could stall a while getting it ready until Lee came back.
Gaara’s remark brought a smirk to Lee’s face, the smith imagining Gaara capturing a dragon rather than needing to be saved from one. Letting Gaara take his shirt from him, Lee stood back and enjoyed the sight of the sorcerer picking up his clothes until the redhead finally turned back to him with his naked body presented for him to see.
Lee groaned and bit his inner lip at the sexy sight, cheeks warm. “I am beginning to wonder if you tempt me on purpose,” he muttered before he shook his head and saluted the sorcerer. He wasn’t going to turn down the chance to take a bath, especially not one with Gaara in it. “Yosh! I will drop your package and be back here in less than an hour! Or I will run back and forth from here to town fifty times!”
Pumping his fist resolutely in the air and flashing a thumbs up, Lee grinned at the sorcerer and winked at him.
Chapter: 4/?
Previous Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four 1
Authors:
lucklessmallory and
chinesethorn
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: LeexGaara
Summary: Tentacles, ftw?! Gaara is a sorcerer outside of the small town where Lee works as a smith. When Lee sits in on one of Gaara's ritual summonings, something starts to go terribly wrong...
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Lee pressed his lips against the thumb tracing them in a kiss as he rubbed against Gaara’s hand. He didn’t need to be told twice. The tentacle slowly slid out of the redhead after releasing another spray of fluid like earlier, keeping the other’s nerves tingling and sensitive. Lee’s eyes shifted from the strands of cum splattered all over Gaara’s thighs and stomach, shivering from lust at the mass of it covering Gaara’s length and balls.
Slipping his arms under the sorcerer’s spread legs, he guided his dick towards the slick entrance and slowly sheathed himself into hot velvet. "A-Ahh- Feels so good, Gaara."
Gaara was right to ask for preparation. The liquid was making it easier to push in, with enough stretching from the tentacle to sheathe Lee's thick dick inside Gaara's slick walls. The tentacles wrapped around Gaara's waist began to pull him towards Lee, pressing their hips flush against each other until Lee was completely inside him.
After a quick breath, Lee started to thrust, eyes dark as he felt every pulse and contraction around his dick. And that was where his restraint snapped, hips pumping fast and hard as Lee groaned out Gaara’s name.
Gaara panted and gasped, body shaking as Lee moved. Lee’s length was hot inside him compared to the tepid flesh of the tentacle, and the friction only made it feel more so. Sweat poured from all across Gaara’s body, making their skin slick as it slapped and slid together. “Mmn-! Ah, ah, ah, oh-”
The sorcerer wrapped his arms around Lee’s shoulders and clung tightly, burying his face against the other’s skin as he groaned through each hard, forceful thrust. The cheeks of his ass rippled and trembled each time Lee’s hips hit them, making them quickly flush red. Gaara’s fingers threaded through Lee’s hair, tugging sharply with each stutter of the smith’s rhythm. There was so much pressure! So much heat, overloading Gaara’s brain and making him see stars in his vision. So good-!
Gaara was so tight! It felt like a heavy suction on Lee’s dick every time he pulled out, while pushing inside was unlike any friction he'd ever felt. Lee suckled on Gaara's neck to ground himself as his hips moved against Gaara's. The appendages hauling the redhead towards him lifted him a bit higher, the demon whispering of a place inside Gaara that would feel like an explosion of pleasure for the sorcerer.
Taking hold of Gaara's hips, Lee followed the demon's voice and ground up at the same time as the tongue slipping in and out of Gaara's dick pulled out and the tentacles on his thighs opened into hot, wet mouths. "Gaara..." He panted, eyes gleaming as one of the mouths engulfed Gaara's dick and began to suck, its tongue sliding under his foreskin and swirling around the sensitive head. The other tentacle latched on to one of Gaara's balls and moved in circular motions, pushing his sac against the base of his cock again and again.. "I- I want to see you...covered in my cum. Fuck you until you cannot walk."
“Mmngh- AH!” Gaara cried out sharply as Lee shifted and began to thrust against the place inside him that sent shocks of electricity through his nervous system and pulses up his dick. His fingers in Lee’s hair fisted and jerked as the sorcerer’s vision was framed with encroaching black through the thick, choking pressure that was growing in his body. The stimulation to his dick was fantastic, and he could feel his heart beating in his every vein. “God- fuck- Lee! Shit! So good-!”
Rational thinking didn’t exist anymore. Gaara heard the meaning in Lee’s voice without hearing the words, and it made him moan with ecstasy. He attached his mouth to Lee’s shoulder and bit down, groaning against his skin as his toes curled and his fingers dug into the smith’s back. It was so much, too much, he didn’t know how much longer he could take it! “Lee-! Come, god, please come-!”
The heat was smoldering until Lee couldn’t tell if it was from the hearth or from their frantic fucking. Pain laced his consciousness from Gaara's hands on his skin and his mouth on his shoulder but all Lee could do was moan as a wave of pure pleasure washed over him, forcing him to shut his eyes and thrust all the way inside the redhead until he'd spilled all of his seed in him. Sweat slid down from his face and back, his skin red from its proximity to the flame.
Lee felt burned and there was nothing he could compare to feeling the sorcerer's body engulfing him and the warm musky smell of their joining filling his senses. He thrust a few more times before his knees buckled and he had to lay forward with Gaara trapped between him and the anvil as he caught his breath.
Gaara’s mouth dropped from Lee’s shoulder in a silent shout as he felt Lee’s last few frantic thrusts into his body. The sorcerer clawed tighter as he followed, his body jerking and twitching against the tentacles as he came. He groaned softly, unable to tell if the sticky, messy wetness that was all over his body was from the cum he’d spilled or the sweat from both of them. It was still so hot in here, but Gaara’s body was finally beginning to feel less like a burst of raging fire and more like a slow glowing of coals as his body relaxed.
Lee was heavy. Gaara shifted slightly, only now realizing that being pressed against hot, hard metal (or pounded against it) was quite uncomfortable. The tentacles were still wrapped around his body, slithering slightly. His body shuddered slightly in aftershock as he trailed his hands down Lee’s back.
“Hnghh.” Muscles twitching from the light touch down his back, Lee nuzzled against Gaara’s hair before he forced himself to push up from the anvil with a groan. The tentacles were already retreating, slithering over Gaara’s body as they unwound from his limbs and waist to recede into Lee’s skin. The smith’s pupils shrank back until he was staring down at Gaara with lidded, satiated brown eyes that flickered from the hearth’s flame. His cheeks were flushed as he gave the redhead a loped grin. “Wow.”
Pulling out carefully, he got to his feet and gingerly lowered Gaara’s legs from his waist, knowing that the tentacles would have uncomfortably stretched them until they were aching. Licking his parched lips, Lee ran his forearm over his brow. He was still high on his orgasm and the fact that Gaara still looked so sexy lying on his anvil and covered in cum and sweat. "How....How are you feeling? Are you alright?"
Gaara sighed heavily in relief as the tentacles slithered away, retreating and disappearing back into Lee’s skin. Gaara’s legs could finally relax from the spread-eagle position he’d been in, sliding down onto Lee’s lap as he did. “I’m fine. That felt good.”
That was probably one of the greatest understatement Gaara had made for the past several years, if not his life thus far. He couldn’t quite bring himself to move yet, still feeling too gooey and satisfied. He sighed again, lips pulling up into a smile from the tingling in his muscles. He smirked at Lee, enjoying the flush on the other’s body and the smell of their dirty bodies. “How long have you wanted to do that?”
“M-Master Gaara, I was not planning- that is, not with tentacles-” Brows raising at Gaara’s question, Lee cleared his throat and glanced away in momentary embarrassment before he shook his head and settled for sheepishly rubbing his neck. “It has...been on my mind even when I was still infatuated with Miss Sakura. At first I did not want to believe I was attracted to you, but it grew harder to ignore when you began to fill my thoughts everyday.” The sight of Gaara’s small smile was gratification itself not to mention that it came after the best sex he’d ever had. Lee’s shoulders relaxed. If Gaara hadn’t wanted him as well, he would have said no from the start.
Taking Gaara’s limp hand, Lee pressed a chaste kiss to his knuckles then squeezed it. “You mentioned going to town earlier. Is there any errand you need to run? I can do it so you can take a bath.”
“Hm,” Gaara hummed, still feeling the lazy pleasure at the forefront of his mind. Lee’s kiss seemed to deepen that feeling, making him feel more warm than hot. The smith’s lips on his hand was much more tender than the hard fucking that had burst from the man before. “That sounds like a good idea. I only had some things that needed to be taken to the market. Sometimes Ino sells my things for me if I’m too busy. You can drop off a box with her for me.”
Gaara inhaled slow and deep as he pulled himself up. He felt niggles of an ache in his body from how rough they’d been, but it was overwhelmed by the glowing. He wrapped his arms around Lee’s shoulders and kissed the man’s cheek, feeling slippery and sensual as their bodies pressed limply together again. He only paused for a moment however before he slid off the other’s lap and slowly got to his feet.
Lee smiled at the kiss and helped Gaara get to his feet. This was the first time he'd ever seen the sorcerer's defenses wiped away in a single moment, and he would never forget the trust and desire Gaara showed him even if nothing else happened after today. He wasn’t as naive as he was as a young boy, and wasn’t going to expect his relationship with the sorcerer to change just like that. "That will be no trouble at all." As he gave the other some room to straighten up, he looked remorsefully at the faint marks left behind by the demon’s tentacles on Gaara’s wrists and waist.
It had been easy to give in to the demon and tap into its powers earlier, but it was a stupid decision to make. Still, he felt energized, as if the demon had taken power from sex and had stored it inside the smith.
Lee picked up his discarded shirt and began to wipe away some of the cum from Gaara’s stomach. All that leather that the sorcerer had been wearing earlier lay in various crumpled piles around the forge and most likely would carry the smell of their joining for days unless Gaara had a cleaning spell up his sleeve.
“Can you make it up to your room or should I carry you up, Master Gaara?” Lee asked, brows furrowing slightly despite the lighthearted teasing.
“Just because I’ve been fucked doesn’t make me a damsel.” Gaara rolled his eyes. He really did feel fine. There was a little twinge if he moved to fast, but he was fairly sure that there was something in the demon’s lubrication that was already helping. He let Lee help clean him briefly before he took the shirt from the smith and began to collect the pieces of clothing that lay strewn about the room. He bundled his shirt, pants, and belt under his arm and put on his cloak. It billowed open at the front, exposing his dirty, naked body when he turned back to Lee.
“If you hurry back you might be able to join me for that bath,” Gaara told him. His mansion was a beautiful, spacious one, but some of the details were outdated with the grandeur of age. His bath consisted of a rather large tub with a fireplace beneath it to keep the water warm. Gaara usually lit the fire himself and kept it burning with a small charm, but he could make the gremlins tend to it this time if it meant he could stall a while getting it ready until Lee came back.
Gaara’s remark brought a smirk to Lee’s face, the smith imagining Gaara capturing a dragon rather than needing to be saved from one. Letting Gaara take his shirt from him, Lee stood back and enjoyed the sight of the sorcerer picking up his clothes until the redhead finally turned back to him with his naked body presented for him to see.
Lee groaned and bit his inner lip at the sexy sight, cheeks warm. “I am beginning to wonder if you tempt me on purpose,” he muttered before he shook his head and saluted the sorcerer. He wasn’t going to turn down the chance to take a bath, especially not one with Gaara in it. “Yosh! I will drop your package and be back here in less than an hour! Or I will run back and forth from here to town fifty times!”
Pumping his fist resolutely in the air and flashing a thumbs up, Lee grinned at the sorcerer and winked at him.