Chapter 62: Missed Opportunities Pt 1
WARNING: The following chapter has EXPLECIT SMUT. BL/YAOI smut. Male on male smut.
Continue at your own risk. You have been warned.
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Max couldn't pursue certain men on his Earth for specific reasons. The solution? Leave his Earth and summon them off-world. Nothing can possibly go wrong here, no doubt…
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Max had not spent his entire time in Harry Potter universe only working — He was not a celibate type of man.
It was on the day that he finally finished the blueprint of his new wand — A gruelling 5 weeks of wand and ingredients research that left him feeling extra wound up.
So he went to his bedroom to think.
He had a transconceptual summoning array there that would let him summon a true copy of anyone in existence — Within a reason.
The copy is indistinguishable from the original — Memory, form and soul. Even their personalities and quirks are copied over.
It was a solution Max created to bypass the need of travelling to other verses and getting mixed in the plot of these verses. He's used it previously a few times to get with Demon Dean and Soulless Sam from the Supernaturalverse.
[Check out mini-series on Archive of Our Own. It's titled: "Maximus Bennett: Men Around The Omniverse". Lots of smut and ongoing drama. Totally worth the read.]
The only thing is that Max had yet to experiment with it on beings stronger than the transconceptual level of existence. He wasn't certain if it would work on them, but he figured it didn't really matter too much on that matter, for he had no immediate plan to try just yet — Not with a chance of it backfiring on him and certainly not with an omniverse of dashing mortal and immortal men who are very much below such tiers of existence that Max had the intentions of getting a taste for first.
As Max went over the mental list of men he wanted to get a taste of, he realised something.
TVDU had men that he wanted but couldn't actually get a taste of — Either because of grief of losing Kaleb, how'd Kol would've reacted if he knew — Or any other circumstances that prevented him from pursuing them at that time.
"But I'm no longer there. I can pursue whomever I want and keep them however I choose to in my own dimension without it affecting canon, because they aren't the Originals," Max grinned a mischievous smile as he realised the loophole. "Now the only thing to do is to figure out who I'm going to taste first…"
A moment of silence.
Then —
SNAP
Max snapped his finger as the idea came to him.
He used the array, chanting the copy into existence and then he appeared.
Low-cut dark hair on dark skin, with an ever-present smirk that seemed to say he knew more than anyone else helping him enact it.
Max stared transfixed at those lips, feeling an almost overwhelming urge to claim them. He briefly wondered how they'd taste — Would they be soft? Like a pillow? Or wet?
His imagination was going haywire, and it was all this man's fault.
Suddenly, he found himself pinned to the wall by heels, Marcel's grip just tight enough to be felt.
"Careful…" Marcel grinned. "I've been told I'm intense."
"I love intense," Max said, darkly, maintaining eye contact as he spoke.
That seemed to rupture the last of the vampire's control — He surged forward, locking his lips with Max in a bruising, demanding kiss that rocked Max's world.
His lips were both moist and soft — comforting and high-inducing. He was a good kisser, too — Not Kol Mikaelson-level good, but definitely a tier or two underneath, which was still quite impressive.
He sucked the air right out of Max's lungs — And in return, as he explored Max's mouth, his wet tongue mapping every crevice, Max used magic to strip them both of their tops before switching their positions and pinning a very much surprised Marcellus to the wall by the wrists on either side of his head, exposing armpits that Max wasted no time in diving into.
Max inhaled the pits of pure masculine aroma like a man starved at thanksgiving.
The scent was a heavensend. It wasn't nearly as good as Kol's — But there were no armpits better than Kol Mikaelson's.
That said, Marcel's carried a certain musk that aroused Max to unprecedented levels.
"So you have an armpit kink? Hehe. Good. I've not shaved them in a minute," Marcel chuckled and Max almost creamed right then and there. He flexed his muscular arms, pronouncing the depth of his pits even more and Max was in Heaven. "You like that, huh? Of course you do."
Max eventually travelled his mouth across the vampire's chest, pressing and prodding at the firm pectorals — And nipping at the nipples that he made sure were ultra sensitive, thanks to his biokinesis.
"Aah!" Marcel, reacting to having his suddenly hypersensitive nipples bitten and pinched, slightly arched off the wall. "Oh, god," he muttered.
"No. Just me," Max chuckled arrogantly, falling to his knees before unbuckling and unzipping his appetizer. But, when he finally got a whiff of the crotch musk, the scent made his pussy drip out more bitch juice, its mesmerizing scent wafting from behind Marcel's dark black drawls.
Max leaned forward until his nose was buried into the fabric of his Saxx briefs and inhaled the clean, natural musk that so many women before had the pleasure of inhaling.
"You really got a scent kink, huh?" Marcel thought aloud, but he wasn't complaining. For some reason, the urge to pleasure Maximus was greater than the urge to pleasure himself. "Whatever rocks your boat, no judgement here."
Max inhaled a few more times, rubbing the impressive hardness beneath the fabric as he did so. It felt thick and heavy.
Then, pulling down the briefs, Max was pleasantly surprised by being hit in the face by 11 inches of pure, uncut mushroom headed man meat, pre-ejaculation already leaking from the tip.
Marcel intakes air as Max instinctively grasps ahold of the beer can thick monstrosity, unable to fully wrap his hand around it — And he brought the head to his lips, his breath causing a tremor to wrack Marcel's body with each exhale that touched its sensitive head.
"Such a bulbous head… A monster, really —" Max thumbed over the cock head, causing Marcel's body to spasm as he gathered the pre on his thumb and tasted the delicious nectar. "And so sensitive, too."
Max knew he was playing with his food here. He also knew that the moment his mouth or tongue touched Marcel's cock, the vampire will be his eternally.
His scent and pheromones paired with his appearance makes Max irresistible to any man, but it was his fluids — bodily fluids such as saliva, slick, bitch juices, sweat, scent, etc. — that truly makes any man who gets a taste eternally addicted to him.
Through biokinesis, his natural Charm Factor and his own use of magic infusion, Max's body was a High Transconceptual level drug, boardering on Extraversal level in potency, that any man who gets even a single, tiny taste had absolutely no chance of overcoming.
And so, when Marcel said "Go on. Suck it," Max merely chuckled, because the vampire had absolutely no idea what he was demanding — But Max was a man who believed in granting wishes and having a delicious meal whenever he was hungry.
And he was Ravenous!
Max licked a strip across the cockhead, before swallowing it whole — And, with its consumption, Marcel saw stars, his instincts took over and, with a forceful pull to the back of Max's head, Max was fully sheathed to the hilt of the vampire's rod.
Inhaling the pubes of black hairs as he choked on the sweaty, big, black cock, Max felt like he was ascending to the Heavens themselves.
The pure masculine scent was to die for and Marcel, high off his arousal and reduced to base insitncts, began pulling out of Max's mouth until only the tip were past his lips before snapping his hips back into the heat of Max's mouth, the head of his cock deep in Max's throat.
SLURRRP!
SLURRRP!
SLURRRP!
The wet sound of Max's throat getting pulverized by bbc sounded throughout the room, loud and unmistakeable.
SCURRP!
SCURRP!
SCURRP!
Marcel Gerard, The Upgraded Original Vampire, used Max's throat for a cocksleeve. He was lost to the pleasure of a throat no woman could possibly possess.
"Damn. That throat is so damn good," Marcel managed to say as he thrusted in and out of Max's throat. "Smooth, slippery and velvety in ways no normal throat could possibly be. It's like it was made for my dick."
GLAWWK!
GLAWWKK!
GLAWWKK!
Meanwhile, Max was having the time of his life choking on the popsicle, spit and pre dripping down his chin in rivulets as he did his best to please the beast above him.
It didn't take long for Marcel to shoot his first load — Half a gallon of cum straight down Max's throat, its thick, heavily tangy aftertaste imprinted on Max's tongue and tastebuds so deliciously even with the steel hard rod still shoved down his throat.
Max pulled out the log of a cock from his mouth — Only to suddenly be picked up by the waist, carried to the bed and unceremoniously dumped onto the bed.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what Marcellus had in mind, even as he quickly stripped Max of any remaining clothes.
He frowned at Max's locked member before figuring it wasn't worth the hassle of unlocking. He then saw the pussy lips between the balls and his taint, and instinctively licked his lips at the supernaturally appealing scent of Max's bitch juices drawing him in.
Max's bitch juices is probably the most dangerous biological concoction in existence. Not because it was life threatening or anything like that, but because it targets any male who consumes from its slick. Any taste by any man upon the juices of Max's pussy becomes so addicted to it and so aroused that a normal man would need to fuck for years just to get it out of their systems — And even then, not only would that reprieve only be temporary until the desire for more hits them like a truck, but they also would grow an almost unquenchable thirst for the juices and feel an overwhelming need to fuck Max into oblivion.
The juices themselves can sustain its consumer for 10 months per lick before another lick is needed to re-apply the effect. It contains all needed nutrients for a mortal's survival — Vitamins, minerals, etc. — only amplified by Max in addition to its primary effects. A man could survive off Max's slick for decades without needing to eat anything else.
It was an effect Max created when he was still back on Earth having weeks long sex with Kol, Kai and the others. He figured if he provided the nutrients needed for extended sex, sex could last longer and the railings would be harder.
It was a mentality he felt no shame in having. Even now, as Marcel Gerard dived in on Max, Max knew he would have the vampire hooked the moment his tongue touched the wet flaps between his legs.
"If your mouth felt so good, I wonder how good your pussy will taste? How it'll feel?" Marcel leaned forward, tongue out. "I'm going to make you feel ecstasy, my delicate cumdump. I'm gonna have you seeing stars.
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"But, right now, I'm getting a taste of that pussy."
And, just like that, Marcel's tongue swiped across the wet, dripping lips — And Max saw the very moment the addiction took over.
His eyes dilated. His arousal spiked. Madness and desperate want clouded his features.
What came next was a vampire lapping desperately at the slick coming out of Max like a waterfall. His tongue dove deeper and deeper into Max and the nerve sensitivity of that particular area — already up 1,000% — sent flashes of overwhelming pleasure through Max's nervous system. — Like starbursts during a lightning strike, Max's eyes rolled to the back of his head as his juices squirted straight into Marcel's mouth.
The vampire continued tongueing Max's pussy, despite Max squirting 7 more times.
It was after that 7th squirting that Marcel, with extreme difficulty, pulled off his pussy — He pulled Max to the edge of the bed as he lined up his bloc of a cock and, without any regard for Max's tightness nor ultra sensitive nerves, pushed in.
They fucked for hours, Marcellus Gerard cumming inside Max countless times — And each nut was fed to Max's Seed Tank Rune for their genetic material he intended to use for the children he planned to have eventually.
All in all, he was not disappointed.
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Author's Note — Many of the smut mini-stories of Max that I haven't posted for Max's mainstory will all be posted on Archive of Our Own. Many of them already are — And the ones that aren't just hasn't been written yet.
The mini-series will feature Max as the ultimate sex addict and he will be paired with men across fiction for "reproduction materials".
I've already posted a few stories of Max being paired with male characters like Demon Dean, Soulless Sam, Bucky Barnes and Steve Rodgers. There will be many more, too, so don't be afraid to check them out.
Anyway, I will have a Part II posted there on both AO3 and, eventually, WebNovel. The mini-series name is "Maximus Bennett: Men Around The Omniverse".
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