My hand moves down to my cock. My fingers wrap around my length. I close my eyes. Okay. This is familiar. It’s not like I haven’t done this thousands of times. Just usually without an audience. But that’s no biggie. I can do this. For the Resistance. I’m jerking off for the cause. A simple variation of ‘Lie back and think of England’.
I take a deep breath and start stroking. Oh fuck that feels good. I swear I’ve been achingly hard for hours.
Mabon makes a high pitched happy noise and strangely it is not off-putting at all. If anything, it’s encouraging. But I’m not thinking about that right now. It’s far too much to unpack.
I stroke faster and faster. The base of my spine is already tingling. I’m already nearly there. I open one eye. Mabon is bent over again. His face inches from my cock. His expression is one of rapt attention and awe. As if he is looking at the most incredible thing he has ever seen.
I grunt. Apparently, that was all I needed to tip me over the edge. My orgasm is fast, efficient. Strangely unsatisfying. My muscles are lax and there is cum all over my belly. But it was underwhelming. Functionary.
Mabon grins up at me. “May I lick you clean?”
My softening cock twitches. I nod. My cock bypassed my brain and went straight to the muscles in my neck and made them nod.
Mabon’s smirk is delightful. His head moves over to my stomach. His pointed mulberry coloured tongue extends.
He licks over my stomach. Lapping at the cum that has pooled there. His tongue is hot, and rougher than a human’s. I groan.
He continues to lap and lick. A rumbling, purr like noise pours out of him. Oh heavens. I’m going to get hard again.
Suddenly he stops. I whimper in dismay. I look down. I’m clean. He has licked up every last drop. Damn it.
He stands up. His straining cock is right next to me.
“Do me,” he whispers.
His eyes are wide and dark. Imploring.
I swallow tightly. It’s not like I’ve never jerked a man off before. I did Jordan Smithson in the locker room in the last week of school. In return for him doing me. I can do this.
My hand reaches out. Mabon’s cock is softer than silk. Hotter than hell. I give it a gentle stroke. It throbs.
Mabon tilts his head back and makes a noise that does something to my brain. It sinks into me. Going deeper and deeper until it finds a dark primal beast. And wakens it. I feel it. I feel my soul shift. I can’t explain it, but I know. I know I have been changed. I will never be the same again.
His hand moves, and he holds a silk handkerchief over the very tip of his pierced cock. I keep working. His body is trembling. His nipples are peaked. His jaw is slack with pleasure.
I stroke and stroke. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.
I see his orgasm building. There is a look of rapture and awe on his face. He makes another incredible noise, and cums. And cums. His body undulates. He cries out.
I have never seen a more beautiful sight. It’s profound. Spiritual. Life-altering.
My hand stops.
He draws in some shuddering breaths. Then he lifts his head and looks down at me. I can see stars in his eyes. He is still flying through the heavens.
He smiles. A soft, gorgeous smile. My heart thumps in response.
“You are going to be the best pet.”
And I have nothing to say to that. Nothing at all.
Chapter four
Pale dawn light is starting to eek through the flimsy curtains. It’s December, so that makes it, what, around eight in the morning?
I never thought I’d miss my phone for its ability to tell me the time. Though, just what else I’d be doing with it right now boggles the mind. I’m not calling for backup. No one is getting hurt on my behalf. Besides, they have to have figured out what’s happened to me by now.
As for taking selfies and updating my Instagram, um, no thanks. I’m naked and in bed with a fey. The way Mabon is curled half on me, does not make him look like the evil captor that he is.
