He lets go of my cock. A whine pours out of me. Why? Why has he stopped? He brought me to completion before the main event, last time he emptied me. He drove me to my peak many times on our wedding night. Even in rut, he enjoyed pleasing me. He likes to see me undone before he takes me.
So why is he denying me now?
His hand drifts lower. He cups my balls as if weighing them in his palm. The sensation makes me moan. My head falls back and rests on his shoulder.
He gently fondles my balls. I have never felt anything like this before. It is indescribable. He moves them very gently together in his hand, and all my nerve endings alight.
I gasp as he releases me. The weight of my own balls feels strange after he was holding them.
The tip of one of his fingers slowly runs all along the underside of my cock. All the way from root to tip.
His finger softly circles my leaking slit, smearing precum onto the sensitive head. I lift up on to my toes and cry out. Stars are exploding in my mind.
His touch vanishes. My lungs heave. I nearly came. Again. I was on the very verge. Why is he tormenting me?
His burning thumb flicks my peaked and swollen nipple. I yelp. The tingling sensation shoots down my body, straight to my cock, making it twitch.
His other hand goes to my free nipple. He rolls it between his thumb and forefinger. I hiss and gasp. Wriggling in his arms. He doesn’t relent. Both of his hands continue to play with both of my nipples. Tweaking, flicking and tugging sheer delight into me. Not enough to tip me over the edge, but far too much bright pleasure to permit me to breathe.
My back is bowed. My cock is leaking. Filthy noises are spilling non-stop from my lips, and bright sparks are exploding in my mind.
Suddenly his wet tongue licks along my ear lobe. I yell. Then I feel teeth. Gentle nips. Pinpricks of pain that complement the pleasure coursing through me so very well. I sob and try to bear all the overwhelming sensations.
He releases one of my sore and now oversensitive nipples. His free hand skims down my body, skimming lightly over my stomach.
He gently cups my balls again. I groan. He is sucking and nibbling my earlobe, flicking a nipple, and playing with my balls, all at once. All the sensations are crashing and racing through me. Ricocheting off one another. Increasing each other's intensity.
I’m so very, very close to an orgasm. I feel like I’m at the very beginning of one. My muscles are trembling with the force of it, and the burning joy of a peak is starting to glow in my veins.
But I’m not quite there. So, so close. All the ecstasy has gathered, but it can find no release.
A pathetic whine pours out of my very soul.
His hand drops my balls. The sensation makes me grunt. The tips of his fingers tap their way up my aching cock. My lungs suck in a huge breath. Selwyn taps the head of my cock. I release all of my oxygen in a scream.
My knees give up, but Selwyn has me. All of my weight is leaning back against him, but I am not going to fall.
His mouth leaves my ear lobe. His lips brush against my cheek. Instinctively, I turn my head towards him.
His eyes are glowing. Amber and gold. Pupils wide and dark. Feral and wild.
His hand wraps around my throbbing cock. The fingers of his other hand pinch my nipple.
“Surrender your magic to me, Little Lamb.”
I want to. I will as soon as he puts his cock inside of me. I wish I could give it to him like this. I love taking his cock, but it would be wonderful to do it by choice and not by necessity.
His lips move. Suddenly they are touching mine.
Soft. Heated like spice. Sweet like honey. Smooth like nectar.
The taste of him floods all of my senses. I sigh and sink into it. I can feel his kiss in every part of me, down to my toes. It is an electric current. Lightning fizzing through my molecules and rewriting my DNA.
Selwyn is kissing me.
I am being kissed, and I can barely believe it. I must be dreaming. Mages do not kiss their vessels. Husbands do not kiss their consorts, and the fey barely kiss at all.
Men kiss their lovers. Fey kiss their soul mates.
