He chuckles. “My eager little pet.”
My cheeks burn. He is not wrong. I crave the things he does to me. He has taught me a level of ecstasy I never knew existed.
His hands run over the globes of my ass cheeks. My eyes flutter closed and I bite back my moan. I have a bit of shame. I’m not going to cry out for him just yet. He has to work for it. At least a little.
He parts my cheeks and then his hot wet tongue laps softly at my hole. My hands fist in the furs and discarded silk robes beneath me.
He licks and licks and twists and twirls. My hole flutters for him and I give him my first moan. His tongue accepts the invitation and slips inside me. Hot, soft, wet heat. A tease of fullness and depth. I want more, somuch more.
A fey prince, a dangerous being from another world, has his tongue in my ass and my only thought is a longing for more, a deep desire to surrender more of myself. I want him. All of him.
I’m yearning for him to take me higher. I know he can. I want to lose myself completely. Entirely. Utterly.
His tongue stiffens. It flicks in and out, gliding over the most sensitive parts of me. The sensation is intense. Euphoric. Blissful. Each movement builds on the pleasure ignited by the last. It’s building a fire within me and the flames are already seeking escape.
Rhydian has learnt my body well. He plays it as a musician plays an instrument. Skillful. Masterful. Creating something of beauty. He knows what rocks my world more than I do.
I am aware that I was inexperienced before. I understand that he is my first lover. But I know it is more than that. Rhydian is talented. Far more than any human could be. And he is dedicated to my pleasure. His satisfaction is seeing me writhe and hearing me scream for him.
His tongue swirls around and my body blazes. My orgasm burns through me like a wildfire. I scream, buck and clench. My cock pulses into its silk bag.
As I drift down, Rhydian eases two fingers inside me. He slides them deep. He curls them and presses on my prostate. My pleasure stops receding and starts swelling again. He turns the ebb into a flow.
My hips rise up to meet him, but he places a hand on the small of my back and holds me down. Jolts of pleasure shoot through me, making me twitch. His touch is gentle and slow and oh so frustrating. I wantmore, I need more.
My cock is filling again. Youth, fey food, Rhydian’s skill. I don’t know what is to blame. Magic, enchantment. It could be anything. Or nothing. All I know is that I’m already hurtling towards another orgasm. I’m on the cusp. Teetering on the edge, but he is not letting me fall.
I whine and writhe. I sob. He shows no mercy.
“Rhydian!” I plead.
He doesn’t answer. He simply keeps moving the pads of his fingers in maddening circles over and over my prostate. I clench around him, as tightly as I can, in the hopes the added pressure will tip me over the edge.
He tsks at me and stops moving.
I wail and thrash my head against the pillow.
“Rhydian!” I beg.
He resumes moving, but even slower and more gentle than before. I wail. My orgasm is slipping away.
Suddenly his movements change and I’m seeing white and screaming. Every molecule I possess is alight with pleasure. My second peak is rocking through me. Even stronger than the first.
It takes a long time to come back down from the stars. Reality starts to coalesce around me. Movement in my ass has me squealing. It’s the crystal dildo. He must have slipped it into me during the very peak of my orgasm. The dildo is wider and longer than his fingers or tongue. It is far warmer than it should be. So deliciously smooth. It feels incredible. I groan in bliss.
Then I’m keening. Yelling. Screaming. Rhydian thrusts the dildo in and out of me, fast and hard. There is no pain. There is so much warm, slick oil that obscene noises are fillingthe room.
My cock pulses as I cum for the third time. This orgasm feels different. More physical than cerebral. My lungs are heaving. I’m dripping with sweat. He flips me over and my limbs flop like wet noodles.
He looms over me. His hands either side of my head. His body between my spread legs. The dildo is gone. My hole is empty, but something hot and heavy is nudging at its entrance. My hips rise up in supplication. It seems I still want more. But nothing happens.
My gaze finds his. His pupils are blown. Wide and dark. I think I can see stars in them. As if he knows all the secrets of the universe. My prince. My lord of wild places and forgotten realms.
I draw in a shuddery breath. His cock is right by my entrance. I can feel the very tip of him. I’m about to be railed. If virginity means no cocks in holes, I’m about to give mine up.
The sweat on my body starts to cool. My cock is trying to stir, but Rhydian is frozen. Motionless. Staring at me. What is he waiting for?
I stare into his eyes. Is that concern and doubt I’m seeing?
