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The Mis-Adventures of John Constantine	By : Krystal_Frame Category: 1 through F > Constantine Views: 918 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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John dropped his pants eagerly. He felt the cool forest air brush his bare ass, then the wet of the lube dripping off his tail bone and down into his crack. The thick, forceful fingers of his partner pushed the cold gel down between his cheeks, then felt around his aching hole before gently pressing in. John's hands flew up to the tree he had chosen to lean against and he moaned.
The finger inside him twisted, went in further, then bent to brush against his prostate and his limp member responded with a jerk. John heard Chas chuckling behind him and grunted, pushing his ass back towards the probing digit. Chas responded by pulling the finger free until only the first knuckle remained inside, and dragging John's hole open. A thumb was added and his sphincter was stretched wider.
Two fingers went in this time, feeling all around the inside of his colon, then a third and it started to feel painful. John stiffened and Chas responded instantly, slowing his progress and letting John acclimate.
After a moment, the warlock pressed his ass back into Chas' hand and the bigger man began to fuck him slowly with his fingers. They moved around inside him, touching and rubbing and stroking, and John was in heaven.
"Please...please." Constantine wasn't a man to beg, but for in this one case.
Chas stretched his fingers out inside his partner's ass, slowly withdrawing them before he took his thick member in his hand and coated it with the lube. He lined himself up pressing his head against the pulsing muscle between John's cheeks.
His strong hands went to John's narrow hips, then slid around front, grasping John's cock and giving it a few tugs. John responded with a moan, widening his stance and bending over further. Chas pressed in, one slow, strong movement that rocked John forward into the rough bark of the tree.
It hurt, but only a little. The feeling of being full, of having every part of him in contact with Chas, that was why John had insisted on teasing his partner for the past hour. He desperately needed this.
John straightened, arching his back, keeping his ass tight up against Chas' hips as the man started to pump in and out. Chas responded by enveloping John with his arms. They shared a kiss over John's left shoulder before Chas playfully nipped at the skin there.
John couldn't focus on so many things at once and could only hang on as Chas' dick moved inside him, Chas' hands stroked his body, slipping up under the shirt and trench coat he hadn't taken the time to remove, and his lips and toungue explored.
His whole body tingled like he had been struck by lightening and John could feel that he was already painfully hard.
Chas pushed Constantine's shoulders away, guiding John back into his bent over position, then clamped down on his partner's hips and began to pound into him in earnest.
Friction caused John's ass to redden and heat up, and the merciless pressure against his prostate, mixed with the discomfort, for a pleasurably confusing ecstacy. Add to that the sudden grip around his weeping dick and he could hold back no longer. His ass tightened around the invasion and he came against the tree, crying out. He could hear Chas grit his teeth, straining behind him to maintain the same pace.
Chas' own orgasm lifted John's feet off the ground, Chas' hips slamming up into his partner in bone rattling jolts that John felt all the way in his stomach. They remained coupled as Chas' emptied himself completely and John delighted in the hot cum warming him from the inside out.
As Chas pulled away John turned so that he could put his arms around the bigger man and lavish him with kisses. John felt the cum draining from him and he let it, knowing that in the pitch dark of this abandoned forest, there was little concern of anyone shaming him for it.
Not that he had much in the shame department to begin with.
When they finally, reluctantly, pulled their clothes back into order it was to reorient and remind themselves of the goal. They had come to the wilds of Canada to track down a mythical race of half-wolf, half-man creatures. The purpose was to garner the blood and hair from a few of the beasts for a spell that had proven troublesome at best.
The adlet were a "tribe" rumored to live on one of the islands in Puget Sound but weeks of searching had proved that untrue. A week of Zed searching the internet, while Chas and John searched the sound, had turned up some interesting tails from the middle of nowhere on the mainland and they had been out in the woods searching, bored as hell, for the creatures in question. Out of desperation and to reduce some of the frustration, John had made it his mission that night to push Chas over the edge, sexually speaking.
Triumphant, if a little sore, John grinned like a banchee as they pressed further into the forest, the GPS that Chas carried, telling them they had stopped only a mile from where they had camped.
"You couldn't have waited another mile, John?" Chas asked with a teasing grin and John shrugged, a roguish smile overtaking his face.
"What sort of fun would that have been, eh? Rutting about in the civility of a tent."
Chas chuckled, focused on the ground as they traversed a tangle of roots. They'd found an advantage to traveling without the aid of a torch at night. Once their eyes had adjusted it made it easier to make out movement in their peripherals and it was one less thing to worry about powering or carrying.
"What if there'd been hikers around?"
John merely grinned at him, bouncing his eyebrows.
Chas turned his attention back to the path and was surprised to see something bright white laying a few yards ahead. He stopped to pick it up and frowned when the plastic wrapper crinkled. It had once contained one of the energy bars that John had packed. Given that much of John's magic came from mother earth, he was the last person likely to litter. Chas hadn't yet eaten one of the bars.
"Who the 'ell has been eating our porridge?" John asked quietly.
Chas resisted the urge to reach for the small semi-automatic he had packed for the trip and they proceeded toward the camp slower and quieter. Every few feet they would run into more trash, and even a few articles from their campsite.
They collected the utensils and pots, maps and photos and news articles, and had arms full of detritus by the time they reached what remained of their tent.
It had been shredded and the camp ravaged. John dumped the load of things from his arms and stalked around the camp with his hands on his hips. Chas bent to pick up his folding camp chair, saw that the canvas seat now had a gaping hole in it, and tossed it back to the ground.
"I do hope that our visitors were four-legged and not two." John muttered.
The more they looked around, the more Chas realized that the damage was a bit beyond a mere inconvenience. They'd had four waterbags, and all but one had been punctured and then crushed. Their food supply was decimated and the first aid kit had been strewn over the forest floor.
They were twelve miles at least from civlization and it was nearing midnight.
"Do we start back now, or wait til the morning?" Chas asked, already bending to start cleaning up the mess.
John shook his head, his tongue captured between his teeth in a look of irritation that was all too familiar to Chas. "We're not going to make twelve miles without a night's kip, mate. And I'm bloody hungry."
Chas sighed and scanned the ground. "Probably the canned stuff is all that's left." He said, pointing at a few glinting cylinders among the weeds.
"Right." John said, then started toward the food. "I'll get us a hot meal going..somehow...we'll clean this mess up and sleep in late."
Chas nodded, a smirk working it's way to his lips. He wasn't sure that sleeping would be the only thing on the agenda once they'd cleaned the camp, and the thought brought a little jolt to his loins.
Twenty minutes later John had a fire going, ten cans of food perched around the outside of the blaze, close enough to heat the contents without scorching any of it. Chas was using the last of a roll of ducttape to water proof the tent and repair his camp chair.
A damp, cool breeze had begun to blow promising the possibility of rain in the next few hours. Chas felt the last of the tension of finding the camp in pieces, ebbing from his shoulders, and allowed himself a moment to watch John's face in the fire light.
John's eyes had just risen to meet his when the first Adlet attacked.
It swept in from the dark, taking John down in a running tackle. John let out a yelp, and Chas could see the two rolling away from the firelight, leaves and dirt flying. He was reaching for his gun when a weight slammed into his legs and a thick, burly arm went around his throat.
Chas fell back, tried to roll to his left, then felt claws digging into his back and buttocks. He let out a strangled scream and rolled the other way, letting all of his weight come down on his attacker. The clawing stopped and Chas threw both elbows back, hoping to hit something hard enough that he could free himself. His attacker yanked hard against his adam's apple in response, sending a jolt of pain through his neck.
He heard shuffling, feet thumping, felt more hands landing on him and tearing at him. He was surrounded by the must of sweat and saliva, breathy growls that came from humanoid throats, and a second later found himself smothered by a pair of pendulous breasts.
Naked, human breasts.
While the globes blocked his sight and cut off his air he could faintly feel cool air hitting his torso, his crotch and his legs. At first he was convinced that he had been slashed and was hemoraghing, the cold coming from the air impacting blood soaked clothes. The human hand that gripped his penis a moment later changed his mind.
At first he was certain he was going to lose the precious appendage and he bucked his hips wildly, finally freeing his nose and mouth of the pillowy tits and letting out an outraged scream.
The hand disappeared and a weight settled on his belly, like a cat choosing his stomach for a napping spot. Two more weights materialized over his legs and once he was immobilized the hand returned to his member, stroking him.
The handjob was rough and uncomfortable and not meant to bring him pleasure. Chas tried to close his mind to what was happening, testing the strength of the beings holding him down, trying to find an opening.
Despite his lack of focus he could feel his body responding and the weights on him shifted. His legs and arms were still held down but the fleshy globes moved, once more allowing him access to the light from the fire. Chas lifted his head to see what looked like a teen boy sitting on his chest. The only problem was that the lower half of the creature had a tail and fur and backwards bending legs.
Chas shifted his hips, responding unconciously to the rough jerking. He saw the female, naked from the waist up as the others, and furred from the waist down, tower over him, her legs either side of his hips. He rolled his head around, trying to find John, straining to hear him.
He spotted a splash of light tan just outside the ring of light a moment before the she-Adlet lowered herself and his dick was engulfed in wet warmth. Despite himself, Chas let out a soft moan and his eyes rolled back. The female was tight and eager, her hips rocking against him in a demanding rhythm almost immediately.
Chas tried to fight the pleasure, tugging at his arms and legs and earning growls from the male Adlets holding him down. His struggles gained him a few inches and he was able to see when John's arm moved, and the blonde began to crawl back towards the fire.
His head was bloodied on the one side and there were slashes through the right sleeve of his trench coat and crimson soaking through the fabric. John held his injured arm against his torso, continuing his slow progress toward the fire and dragging his wounded leg behind him.
Chas returned to his struggle, however fruitless, figuring that making himself the center of attention would give John time to act unheeded. Besides the she-Adlet was becoming more and more demanding with her motions and he could feel that he was close.
In the back of his mind, where he had stored all that they had learned about these creatures over the past few weeks, Chas rememberd something about the males being sterile. That meant, likely, that to continue their race, the females relied on...donors...to impregnate them.
Her end goal was to get Chas to cum...and if he could hold out, he could buy John time. He set his mind to this task, determined to be stoick, only to have the female reach behind her and start to caress his balls.
He couldn't stop himself. He shouted his release, his hips launching upward and into the she-Adlet. The female moaned and fingered herself to her own climax, remaining on top of him until he had gone completely soft inside her.
When she rose, she did so with her fingers sorrounding him, catching every last drop of cum and pushing it into her dripping pussy.
The males around him were aroused already, and began to pleasure themselves while watching this display. So focused were they on the female that none of them saw John stumbling to his feet, Chas' gun in hand, pointing at the male farthest from his partner.
The minute the bullets started to fly the group of Adlets scattered. Some tried to rush John then skittered back as the muzzle was pointed there way. Others simply ran, shrieking into the night. The female turned and was the only one charge under the gun and tackle John to the ground.
Free of the weights that had been pressing him into the forest floor, Chas rose, groaning at the ripping pain in his back. He headed for the tent, where he had dropped the machete he'd been carrying throughout the day. John and the she-Adlet rolled around, ground cover flying from their bodies and clothes until a muffled shot brought everything to a halt.
Chas, breathing hard, couldn't move for a moment, wide-eyed, terrified.
John was the first to make a noise, and when he did Chas was certain he'd been shot and that the she-adlet was playing dead. Then John was able to push himself to his hands and knees. He crawled backward away from the female and Chas felt relief flush through him at the sight of the blood soaking the she-adlet's right side.
The two men came together without words. They couldn't breathe and the rush to access the damage and somehow reverse it took everything the two had left. John was bleeding from slashes and cuts that decorated his body. Chas had a series of gouges criss crossing his back and he still could feel the wetness from the female coating his loins.
"Are...are they gone?" John wanted to know, tilting toward Chas and leaning into him as much as he was providing support.
"Maybe..." Chas groaned. "They got what...what they wanted."
John turned his head so that he could see Chas' naked lower half. He looked to the female and the shining wetness of her clit. He nodded carefully as the clues added up to a fact. "Your...your..."
John swallowed, coughed hard, then finally managed, "Going to be a papa."
Chas snorted, then laughed. John laughed back and before long both were on their backs in the dirt, tangled together, hysterical with laughter.
When the sun was high in the sky, hidden by heavy storm clouds, John and Chas were bandaged, packed up and ready to slog their way back to the vanilla world. They'd extracted what they needed from the female, after treating her wound, and left her with a blanket and a few opened tins of food.
They walked in a comfortable silence, only occasionally broken by one or the other cracking wise about baby Chadlets roaming the woods, visitation rights and DNA tests.
And...as it turned out...so would the she-Adlet.
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