It is strange to hear the kelpie sounding so stern. It is so unlike him. It is such a shame he doesn’t like Mal.
“Gray has been fine,” says Jade. At least he sounds calm.
“Thanks for looking after him,” says Mal.
It seems he is not going to rise to the kelpie’s obvious disapproval. I’m glad about that. It would be awful if they started arguing.
Mal starts carrying me towards the basement. I really should say thank you as well. Lello, Jade and Ned have been lovely. But my throat feels funny and my thoughts are all tangled. My relief at being back with Mal is drowning everything else out.
We reach the basement, and Mal shuts the door behind us. He gives me a gentle push and reluctantly, I slide down to stand before him. He grins down at me, and my heart flutters.
“I got you something,” he says as he pulls a glass vial out of his pocket. It has fresh seed in it.
My nose wrinkles. “Nikolai’s?” I ask.
Mal’s face twists in disgust. “Hell no! Someone else’s. Do you want it?”
I sniff at the offering. Fresh. Young and potent. Somehow, it was spilled for me. Mal must have given the man a mental projection of my image. Delicious. I nod and stare up at Mal.
“I want you first,” I say.
His eyes darken. Color heightens his cheeks and his breaths quicken.
“As you wish, Little One,” he rumbles.
I shiver as arousal floods my body, and desire and lust fill the air between us.
Mal wraps a warming spell around the vial and puts it back in his pocket. He sits down in his chair and reaches for his shoes, but I drop to my knees right by his feet and look up at him with imploring eyes.
He leans back in his chair and stares at me intently. I inch closer so I’m right between his spread thighs.
He runs a hand through my hair and I lean into it. Helpless before his pull, like iron to a magnet.
“Alright, Little One,” he breathes. “I trust you not to bite.”
My heart has gone crazy. It’s like a wild thing trying to break free of the prison of my ribs. I’m trembling. My mouth has gone dry, which is the exact opposite of what I want.
I watch, mesmerized, as he slowly undoes his fly. I lick my lips. Memories of gags and masks are crowding at the corners of my mind, but I will not let them in. I know it has been a very long time since I’ve had the pleasure of sucking a cock, and that is all I need to know.
Besides, as much as I hate to admit it, I’m pretty sure the vast majority of my excitement and anticipation is because it’s not just any cock I’m about to feast on. It’s Mal’s cock. He is allowing me to worship him. I’m going to get to taste him for the very first time.
He frees his cock from his clothes and it stands proud in all its glory. A truly magnificent cock. Divine length and girth. And most perfect of all, it is Mal’s.
I lean in closer and inhale his musky scent. I could bury my nose in his neatly trimmed hair and just happily breathe for hours. But I want to feel him on my tongue more. I want the warm weight of him to stretch my lips and invade my throat.
Now my mouth is watering. I look up at him to make sure I still have his permission. I would never bite, but I understand his concern. Demons are dangerous and I’m not the sanest.
His eyes are hooded and dark. His pink lips parted. He nods slowly but surely. I grin. I’m going to give him the best blow job of his life. I’m an incubus with thousands of years of practice. He is going to be addicted to me after this.
I stick out my tongue and give him one long, broad lick right from root to tip. He makes a small noise and his cock twitches. Excellent.
Time to explore every inch of his hard cock. Every vein. Every soft surface. He tastes even better than I imagined. All manly, clean and Mal. A flavor I will never be able to get enough of.
His cock swells even more under the attentions of my tongue and his breaths turn into short, rapid bursts, as if he is panting. Pre-cum beads on his tip, so I lick it off, taking care to lap at his slit and push the tip of my tongue in as far as it will go. He gasps and his hips thrust forward. He is ready.
Slowly, oh so slowly, I wrap my lips around the swollen head of his cock. Then, even slower, I sink down his length, rolling my puffy lips over his firm flesh as I engulf him in the hot wet heat of my mouth.
The deep groan he gives me is music to my ears. The feel of him in my mouth is incredible. He is wide enough to stretch, heavy enough to weigh down my tongue.
