“Yes,” I murmured into his neck.
Rema stilled. “Yes what?”
I lifted my head to meet his eyes. “Yes, you pleased me,” I told him, brushing a wet strand of hair off his forehead. I brushed his eyebrow with my fingertips and continued down his face to cup his cheek in my palm. “You’re a good male, Rema.”
We stared at each other under the shower of water. His pupils had receded, letting the silver of his iris show bright under the soft lighting. The fullness of his lips beckoned me, so I cupped his other cheek and pressed my lips to his.
He parted his lips for me, our tongues meeting to dance slowly together.
One of his hands smoothed up my back to circle the back of my neck, under my hair.
We held like that, gripping each other tightly, kissing softly, for what seemed like forever. When we finally parted, my chest ached with an emotion so big, I thought I might burst with it.
Rema’s emotions were a storm around me, tender feelings mixed with his desire in a dizzying warm caramel flavor that made me want to dive back into kissing him.
“You are positively covered in flowers,” Rema whispered, chuckling.
“Wha—” I started, looking down, only to cut myself off with a burst of startled laughter. Oh my god. They were everywhere. White flowers had bloomed over most of my body, with only a few areas left bare.
“Look behind you,” Rema said, pointing with his chin.
I glanced over my shoulder, laughing louder at the destroyed shower wall. Vines had woven all throughout the stone, buckling parts of the wall. Roots had started crawling across the stone floor, ducking in and out of the tiles, cracking them.
“Whoops. I have got to learn how to get that under control,” I said, facing Rema again. I wiggled my eyebrows at him. “Practice makes perfect and all that. Wanna help me learn control?”
His deep baritone laughter echoed inside the shower as he sat me down on my feet. “I am at your service. But for now, let's get cleaned. Any longer in this shower and I’ll dishonor myself.”
I glanced down at his straining hard on, the veins even more prominent than they were before, and then looked back up at him. “I can help with that.”
Rema shook his head. “I wanted tonight to be only about your pleasure.”
Placing a hand on his chest, I rose on my tiptoes to place a kiss on his chin. “Rema, your pleasure is my pleasure. Please, let me.”
My mouth was already watering at the thought, so when he finally nodded yes, a blush staining his cheeks and his throat bobbing as he swallowed, I sank to my knees before him.
When I wrapped a hand around his base, just above his swollen knot, I thought he might crumple into a heap on the floor. He shook so badly.
“Easy. Here, let's try this.” I scooted backwards, against the ruined wall and out of the water, lightly pulling him along by his cock until he stood where I wanted him too.
“Alright, now brace your hands on the wall. That’s it. Lean over me. Good boy. Spread your legs a little.Perfect. Now, don’t you move from this position, can you do that for me, Rema?”
He nodded his head, staring down at me with a pained look, his brows pinching together.
When he was in position, I added my other hand to the task, stacking them on top of each other. He was already slick with precome, so I shifted my hands to gather more, stroking down to make sure there was enough to make his cock slick. Each one of his fourteen piercings rubbed against my palms with every stroke, and when I leaned forward to lick at his tip, the metal of the piercing warm on my tongue, his legs shook.
Rema didn’t have a mushroom head. It was more pointed, the piercing going right through the narrowest part. Probablynature's way of making penetration easier, because my lord, I wasn’t sure I could get this beast into my mouth if he’d been shaped otherwise.
I sucked the head into my mouth, humming when Rema moaned loud enough to wake any neighbors we might have.
Precum splashed onto my tongue, tasting like a very spicy chai, and I sucked harder, licking the tip with my tongue with an appreciative moan.
“Fuck!” Rema groaned, nearly shouting, his thighs so tense that the muscles stood out in hard cords. I patted his leg before returning my hand to his cock, making sure to squeeze his knot each time I got to the base, earning a hissing, growling moan for my efforts. He did well though, and didn’t move, and such obedience needed to be rewarded.
I widened my mouth as far as I could, sinking further down very slowly and carefully. Rema’s wings flared, coming to brace against the wall beside us like he needed the extra support. I hummed again, my jaw aching with the effort, and when he hit the back of my throat, I pulled back, bobbing over the tip for a few seconds to catch my breath before sinking back down, managing to swallow another inch. It was the sloppy mess of my saliva and his precome that helped slick the way to nearly half, but there was a laughable amount of cock left to go, and it dawned on me that I would never be able to swallow this male all the way down.
Rema didn’t seem to mind, his hoarse voice begging me not to stop.
“Patty…” My name was a prayer and a warning all wrapped into one.
