My balls start to draw up. I can taste my impending orgasm on my tongue, but Rhydian pulls off of me. A whine escapes me, and I yank on his antlers in an attempt to pull him back down, but he is far stronger than I am. He dislodges me easily and my hands fall uselessly by my side. His amber eyes sparkle as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
He picks up the crystal dildo. An unstoppered bottle of oil appears in his other hand. Did he do that with magic or are my brain cells too frazzled to notice him grabbing lube?
He grins at me. A wicked grin full of promise. Malicious. Malevolent. Mischievous.
I try to swallow, but I can’t. My muscles have completely forgotten how to coordinate. All they know how to do now is lie here all pliant, waiting for whatever Rhydian wants to do to me.
He pours oil over the dildo. It gleams, glistens and drips. The bottle disappears. Rhydian’s hand strokes the dildo, smearing the oil over it. His hand continues to move. Caressing the smooth crystal as if it were a real cock. Up and down. Up and down. A twist over the head, followed by a swift glide back down.
A strange noise gurgles out of my throat. My cock is so hard it almost hurts. The wet silk clinging to it is not cooling.
He hands me the oiled crystal. I take it. His amber eyes glow with far more than firelight as he watches me lower it to my hole.
I spread my legs even wider and tilt my hips up. As if I want to give him a better view. My gaze won’t leave his face. I’m addicted to watching him watch me.
I line the oil-slick dildo up to my hole. I’m so very horny, I’m sure this is going to work. I push. Amber eyes flare again. The sensitive skin around my hole protests, but the burn feels good. It makes me moan. I feed the fake cock to my hole, relishing in the stretch, the growing fullness, the feel of Rhydian’s eyes on me.
The dildo slides all the way in. I wish it was bigger. I wish it were real. I wish it was him.
A hungry, carnal noise rises out of me. My hips buck. Need floods every cell of my body. My hand moves. Rhydian watches as I fuck myself.
One, two, three thrusts. The weight of his stare is heavy. It pushes lust, desire, and arousal into me.
Four, five, six, and I’m done for. My orgasm blooms into life. Possessing every part of me. My thighs tremble. My cock empties into the bag. My mind soars. Pleasure, euphoria and ecstasy are the only things that exist. They swoop around me. Twist into every fibre of my being, lift me up and carry me far, far away.
As I slowly return to reality, I see his eyes are still on me. The dildo is still inside me. I go to remove it, but his slender fingers on my wrist stop me.
His other hand moves to my cock. One quick tug and the silk bag is gone. My cock is naked and exposed. Soft and spent against my body.
He lowers his head, and I gasp. He sucks my bare, soft, length into his hot mouth. I cry out. My hands fly to his antlers. He hums his appreciation around my cock. The vibrations force a deep, depraved moan from me.
He feels so good around me. But I only just came. I whine and buck. He holds me down with one hand against my belly. I whimper and cry. My hands twist on his glorious antlers.
He sucks and licks and devours. Suddenly, the dildo slides within me. His other hand has taken the end of it. My head thrashes against the pillows. He swallows my cock while gliding the dildo right over my prostate.
It is too much. It is both bliss and torture and everything in between.
I scream and suddenly I’m coming. No time to warn Rhydian. No time for anything. My back arches. Every muscle clenches. I scream and scream. And cum and cum and Rhydian drinks it all down.
I can’t see, I can’t hear. I can’t breathe. All I can do is spin away into the black.
Holy fuck.
Chapter seventeen
Iopen my eyes to find Rhydian peering down at me. He is fully dressed, and illuminated by the sunlight streaming through the windows. I blink in confusion. I passed out and slept all night? And is that a hint of concern I see in Rhydian’s eyes?
I stare up at him. I’m naked under these furs. While even his hair is perfectly done. Most of his silver strands are coiling intricately around the base of his antlers, with only a few locks falling free to tumble down to his narrow waist.
“Time to get up,” he says.
As I scramble up into a sitting position, I feel silk brushing against my cock. The bastard put the bag back on. While I was out cold.
“Are you well?” he asks as his gaze rakes over my body as if he is assessing my health.
He is clearly bemused by my passing out. A blush heats my cheeks. “I…er…think so? I’ve never passed out before.”
A flash of gold in his amber eyes and the faintest smile teasing at the very corners of his lips. Smug asshole. Though I suppose I can’t really blame him. If I made someone cum so hard they fainted, I’d be super proudtoo.
