A strange rumble pours out of me. Carnal and feral and dripping with lust. My body takes over and my hips start to dance with Llywelyn. Picking up the rhythm. Thrusting in time. Slamming ourselves together.
His hole clenches and spasms around me. I look down between us and watch his cock spurt. I look back up and see his eyes roll back.
I grit my teeth and try to slow my hips.
“Don’t stop!” he commands.
Relief floods my soul. I really, really didn’t want to. I forgot that fey don’t have a refractory period. They can cum again and again. That seems almost like a fair exchange for not being able to masturbate.
I keep thrusting. Pleasure shoots along my nerve endings. Euphoria is lighting up my veins. I swear I’m glowing with it. Llywelyn is writhing and gasping. Every line of his gorgeous body shaped in ecstasy. Ecstasy that I am giving him.
He is taking my cock so well. He is loving it. Relishing it.
His sweet scent is filling my lungs. His soft cries are filling my ears. The feel of him is consuming all of my senses.
His fingers twist in the sheets beneath him. He wails as he cums again.
“Keep going!” he gasps.
I oblige.
A grin spreads over my face. This is a million miles from the man who lay still and unresponsive the first two times I fucked him. I have no idea what has brought on this change. But I like it. A lot.
I can feel my orgasm building. Swelling and growing. A tingling at the base of my cock. A tightening of my balls. Then, all of a sudden, it arrives. I’m grunting as my hips jerk, all rhythm lost. I pump my cum deep inside the prince.
Then I collapse breathlessly beside him. I’m seeing stars.
“More!” whines Llywelyn as he lifts his hips up.
“Sorry sweetheart,” I chuckle. “I’m human. I need a moment. Or several.”
Llywelyn keens. Like an animal in distress. A sound of grief and dismay. It makes my skin rise in goose pimples.
“Use your fingers!” he pleads.
“Alright, alright,” I say quickly.
I roll onto my side and plunge two fingers into him. He moans in relief. He is wet, with my cum and whatever slick lube he stuffed in himself. He feels good. I work my fingers in and out. I add a third and he moans his satisfaction.
His eyes are closed. His face is a sweaty mess of fucked out bliss and need. It is fucking hot.
My gaze drops down to his chest. His rosy pink nipples look even more plump than usual. Swollen, engorged and juicy. Begging to be licked.
I lean down and suck one into my mouth. Llywelyn screams in rapture. His hole clamps down around my fingers and his entire body convulses through an intense orgasm.
Oh lord. This is the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life. I’m going to be hard again, very, very soon. This is going to be the best night of my life.
I’m not going to make him ask again. It is clear he still wants more. My fingers start pumping in him again. And sure enough, he wails and arches his back.
I rearrange us so I can continue to finger fuck him while sucking on one nipple and using my free hand to squeeze and pinch his other nipple.
He spasms and makes the most depraved sound I have ever heard. It does something to my soul. It rearranges my brain chemistry.
I am altered.
I feel as if I have been sleeping my whole life and now I am finally awake. I am invigorated. Alive. Powerful.
And I have one goal in mind.
