A gurgle catches in my throat. My balls tighten painfully and I empty my load right into the prince’s mouth.
Two licks and he didn’t even get all the way down. Fuck. Well, there’s my first blow job going down in the history books as an utter humiliation.
Tristan pulls off of me and smacks his lips. “The human flavour really is delicious.”
I’m not going to look at him. I’m not opening my eyes, probably ever again. Hopefully, he will assume my burning cheeks are simply from arousal. The only thing worse than dying of embarrassment, is him knowing about it.
Tight heat engulfs my cock. My back arches and I cry out.
“What are you doing?” I shriek.
He pulls off of me with a wet pop, and suddenly I’m regretting asking him a question and encouraging him to speak, because there are far, far better uses for his mouth.
“Seeing if you are fey enough to cum multiple times in short succession,” he says and then devours my cock again.
I yell and writhe. All of me is inside his mouth now. His lips are forming a tight ring around my base. It feels divine. I never knew pleasure like this existed. I thought people were exaggerating about blow jobs. But they weren’t. They were underplaying them. Vastly.
What selfish bastards. If I had known how good they were, I would have tried harder to get one.
Wait a minute. Did he say multiple times? Fey can cum multiple times? In short succession? And he is going to try to make me do that? Holy fuck.
A noise like a whimpering wail tears through my throat as another orgasm shudders through me. This one rocks my whole body and not just my balls and cock. Holy stars.
Okay, that’s that hypothesis proven, and who knew science could be this much fun? My body is spasming and tingling with the evidence that I am indeed fey enough for the sheer and utter depravity of multiple orgasms in one session. I could have been a porn star.
Tristan licks his lips again. “You make such pretty noises, little pet.”
He sounds so pleased. So smug. So damn proud. My stupid heart flutters in confusion, but I don’t have the wherewithal to correct it. Rolling with the idea that Tristan actually likes me, is nice. So very nice. I can no longer resist its allure.
His lips wrap around my cock again. Oh my god. Is this really happening? Am I having the best horny dream ever? If so, I don’t want to ever,ever wake up.
His head starts to bob. Lips sliding up and down my shaft. He is sucking now. Everything is tight, euphoric pressure.
My hands move of their own accord. They fly down to his antlers and grab hold. Tristan rumbles. Shit. Is horn grabbing offensive? Too intimate?
I try to move my hands from his smooth, warm horns. Tristan groans. Oh, that was a good noise. He likes me playing with his antlers. That’s good because I seem to have lost control of my hands. I’ve lost control of all of my body, in fact. I’m writhing and gasping and moaning non stop now, and oh my stars, I feel another orgasm coming.
Oh lord, it is here. My back is arching. All I can see is white. There is no blood left in my veins. It’s pure ecstasy flowing through me. At a force of a thousand volts. I feel like I’m lit up like a Christmas tree.
The world shifts and moves. Blearily, I realise it is not merely my head spinning. Tristan has rolled me over onto my front and I’ve flopped like a dead fish.
His strong hands push my legs together. His cock slides between my thighs, closer to my balls this time. He thrusts. And grunts. Fast and hard. Sliding over the smooth skin of my closed legs. My body jerks like a rag doll, all boneless and compliant.
Suddenly he stills. I feel his enormous cock throb. A deep, incredibly manly groan vibrates through him, and what fills like buckets of hot cum empty all over me. It runs over my balls. It fills my crack. It spills down my thighs. Damn, fey produce a lot.
A shuddery moan of appreciation escapes me. That feels so good. And it is more than the physical sensation of being drenched in another man’s cum. It is the knowledgethat I have given Tristan pleasure. So much of it, that it is trickling down my legs. This feeling of knowing I have made him feel good, might even be better than having an orgasm myself.
Wait. What the fuck? Did that thought really just cross my mind? What the hell is wrong with me? I guess post-nut glow really is a thing because I would never think sappy shit like that. Ever.
My lungs suck in a shuddery breath. What is Tristan doing to me? Is he turning me soft-hearted? Does he have the ability to melt my walls?
And the most shocking question of all, something that shouldn’t even be a question, do I want him to?
Chapter ten
Today’s lunch is cheese. So much cheese. So many different types. I’ve tried them all and I have no idea which one is my favourite, so I’m going to have to try them all again.
Tristan wandered off to the next room with his phone ages ago. So it is not like I have to hide how much I’m enjoying this cheese fest. Sucks for him, though. There is not going to be much left if he doesn’t come back soon. But apparently, even princes need to work. Which is awful if you ask me.
