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Reinhardt awoke in his cabin by the entrance to the village, a spot he nobly chose so that he could rise to defend it at a moment's notice. The paladin groaned irritably as he stared up at the ceiling, deducing from the barely slanting rays of yellow sunshine that he was massively late for his morning patrols.
Rein had always been an early riser. The jovial giant enjoyed goofing off with his friends and lazing by the fire while he regaled the hall with over-embellished tales of his youth. Still, he had never taken lightly any matter that concerned the safety of those he'd sworn to protect. It was simply unlike him to oversleep.
Albeit, there was another reason why the paladin rose early, one he could feel throbbing with need as he reached between his thickset thighs. He gripped the middle of his meaty shaft and gasped, perplexed by both the steel hardness of his cock, and the rush of pleasure that made his calves twitch from just a cursory squeeze.
It's been far too long since I've had good lay, Reinhardt chuckled, shaking his head as he began to stroke himself, settling into a familiar rhythm borne of routine, each languid stroke radiating warm waves up and down his spine. The paladin had barely begun, yet he already knew it was going to be one of those satiating, bone-shaking orgasms from the way his cock leaked over his fingers.
"Hmm..." Rein hummed contently as he let his imagination wander. The giant warrior slicked his fingers with the silky precum dripping down his shaft and began to fondle his balls, caressing and rolling the egg-sized gonads with the pad of his fingers while his other hand continued to stroke his cock. Reinhardt conjured the blurry image of a lithe body beneath him, the smooth give of supple umber skin in his palms as he grabbed his fantasy's lean waist. His lover trembled expectantly as Rein guided himself home with a gentle but insistent push.
Rein groaned; he could practically feel his cockhead pop into the smaller man's body. Warm, silky guts tightened around him, begging for more. The paladin draped his enormous body over the petite bundle of want, supporting his own weight with one arm and caging his lover by the neck with his other, pulling him close.
With a mind of its own, the paladin's hips began to move, the sides of his sculpted buttocks bulging and yielding as he ground into his fist. Reinhardt squeezed his forefinger tight against the muscular chord on the underside of his meat as he pleasured himself, steadily wringing out burbles of slippery precum. Reinhardt kissed along the shell of the young man's ear, murmuring faint praises as he eased himself in.
Ever the dominant yet gentle lover, the old paladin pressed close to soothe his boy when he felt the nervous clenching of his grotesquely stretched hole.
“Such a good boy...taking my cock so–"
The lithe fantasy moaned, surprising even his progenitor when he rocked back against Reinhardt, his thrumming little body swallowing the paladin's immense manhood down to the hilt.
Rein groaned deep and guttural as the runaway fantasy eased off– before impaling himself once more. He felt his body go stock still as the young man began to fuck himself onto Reinhardt's big cock, barely making a couple of thrusts before Rein felt his fantasy orgasm around him. Wet, heated muscles fluttering around him, nearly bringing him over the edge as well.
Quickly becoming a willing prisoner of his own imagination, Reinhardt couldn't move a muscle as his lover cried out in ecstasy beneath him.
"Hungry...so hungry...Master is so hungry...please..." The young man babbled incoherently as he began to thrust back onto Reinhardt again, this time with even more vigor and enthusiasm.
Drunk on the sensations of his own uncanny imagination, Reinhardt didn't notice the way his fingers laced around his throbbing manhood, thumbs pressing himself tightly as he rutted up into his hands. Under his tightly scrunched eyelid, the young man was nearing his second orgasm, and he was not far behind.
"Please, Rein...feed me...need... so hungry... need–" The young man's thin mindless pleading cut off as he came on Rein's cock again, this time bringing the paladin with him.
With a mighty roar, Reinhardt started cumming as well– except he didn't. The old paladin's cresting release had stopped just a razor's edge away. His large, churning balls pulled up fully, eager to shoot. With his nostrils flared wide, Rein fucked into his hands harder and faster, chasing that last smidgen of stimulation to bring himself over. His powerful leg muscles ebbed and flowed, the soles of his huge masculine feet pressed together as his toes stretched wide apart. The flurried thrusts of his bull waist carried the force and momentum of his hammer in battle. The paladin's belly hardened into eight squares of forged steel, the swell of his enormous chest squeezed tight between his tree-trunk arms. Reinhardt snarled like a cornered beast, pearly canines catching a dangerous glint that should make any lesser man fear for their lives should they find themselves between him and his primal directive to breed the slender, faceless young man inside his crazed mind, whom he was currently pounding; determined to keep going no matter what until he pumps the warm body full of his seed, impregnating the phantom with his litter through sheer will alone.
Yet, no matter how Reinhardt tried, he could not cum. It was as if there was as if there was something inside him that physically blocked his release. All he could do was listen to the boy's broken pleading as he brought himself to climax again and again on Reinhardt's cock. The big warrior’s flared glans now engorged into a deep crimson as his foreskin was sheathed over it with every thrust of his hips. After days and years and centuries of being viciously held at the very precipice of his climax, Rein's will had begun to buckle, his mind fragmenting under the relentless assault. His steely blue eye grew empty, clenched teeth relenting as his jaws slackened. Reinhardt's frantic thrusting slowed to weak gyrations as the last of himself still desperately tried to cum. Gradually, even that stopped. His hands fell away from his cock, thick fingers coated with his slick, sporadically twitching along with the rest of his brawny form.
In his mind, the young man was now on top of him, where he should be. And Reinhardt was in his place on the bed, lying still, letting the boyish figure use his body however he pleased. It all suddenly felt so natural, so right.
The fantasy behind Rein's eyelids continued to bounce up and down on his sturdy lap as he leaned down, slender fingers carding through the paladin's glorious white shoulder-length mane. Reinhardt felt as if his brain had turned into putty, and the young man's fingers had sunk right through his skull, playing and molding it how he wanted.
Feed. Hunger. Breed. The fantasy whispered without moving his lips. Reinhardt's eye rolled up as the words sent a maddening surge of pleasure straight to his cock, almost making him cum. Almost. Yet, he made no effort to touch himself again. Memories of last night's events suddenly poured into his vacant mind. Details of every squelch, lick and stroke overfilling what his pathetic consciousness could process. But more than anything else, he remembered how good it felt to simply submit.
"Ah–" Reinhardt bucked; the mere thought of submission made his taint flex.
"Good boy," his Master murmured using the face of his fantasy. The young man not even half Rein’s age had a voice sweeter than the nectar of the gods. Rein whimpered, tears welling in his hooded eye from how apologetic he was to have momentarily forgotten his Master's presence and from how grateful he was to be punished for it.
Reinhardt will cum when his Master pleases.
Hungry.
Feed.
Now.
These words boomed and rippled in the thoughtless pulp inside Rein's skull. The paladin wanted desperately to obey, to carry out his Master's will, but he didn't know how.
Someone knocked on his door, polite yet insistent; the slightly off-beat thumps betrayed an eagerness in his visitor. At that moment, something slipped inside Reinhardt's mind, and the paladin knew precisely who had come knocking.