“Alright,” he sighed. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
He pulled out of my cunt, and I could hear him stroking his cocks together, making sure they were wet and ready for me.
“Deep breaths, Iris,” he said and ran them along my pussy.
As he began to ease them inside, I sucked in a tight breath.
They were so warm, so thick–and the ridges.
“Fuck!” I hissed through gritted teeth as my cunt stretched around him, my fingers white-knuckling the quilt beneath me.
“Keep going?” he asked, and I nodded, my jaw clenched too tight to speak.
Selvyn rocked slightly, pushing them in further. Between the icicle and his cocks, I could have sworn I was being split in two, but then–I felt the warm sensation of Selvyn’s finger fluttering over my clit.
“Yes,” I moaned as my body relaxed, the searing pain replaced by pleasure.
“You take me so well, angel. You were fucking made for me,” he rasped, forcing his cocks deeper, until they were buried inside of me as far as they could go.
Selvyn started slow, with light thrusts that matched the rhythm of his fingers against my clit, giving me time to adjust. Gradually he increased his pace, and with each snap of his hips, I could feel the ridges rubbing inside of me. Again and again, they dragged over that spot, driving me closer to my release.
“Such a good little whore,” he grunted, slamming his hips against my ass. “I’m going to fill you with my cum. Have this pussy dripping with it for days.”
The very thought of Selvyn filling me–marking me with his cum–was enough to push me over the edge. I threw my head back and cried out, the walls of my pussy gripping him tight.
Selvyn leaned overtop of me, his cocks spasming as he groaned in my ear. “Take my cum, angel. Take every last drop.”
I reached up to wrap an arm around Selvyn’s neck as we rocked through the last waves of our release.
He tilted my head to the side, kissing along my jawline while he eased his cocks out of me. I could feel his cum flowing out of my cunt and trickling down my legs.
“Let me take this out first and then I’ll get you cleaned up,” he said. Smoothing his palm over my backside, he reached between my cheeks and grabbed the icicle. “Deep breath, Iris.”
I took a deep breath in and Selvyn slowly removed the icicle–or what was left of it.
“Stay right there,” he said before disappearing out the front door of the cottage as naked as the day he was born.
“Selvyn—” I started, but he’d already shut the door behind him.
Regardless of whatever magical abilities he had, surely the cold wouldn’t feel great on his damp cocks.
After a few moments, he stepped back through the door, greeting me with a wide smile and one hand cupped over his cocks.
“It’s a bit chilly,” he said.
“Selvyn,” I laughed. “You could have put your kilt on first. It’s freezing outside.”
He stepped in front of the fire and stretched, swaying his hips back and forth while he warmed himself. “It was only for a moment, but thank you for worrying about me, angel.”
He walked over to his bag, and after rummaging through it, he pulled out a clean rag.
Selvyn knelt behind me, humming the song I taught him as he gently wiped away his cum and any water left behind from the icicle. When he was finished, he placed a soft kiss on my backside before rising to his feet.
“All done.” He tossed the rag into the fire and watched me climb onto the bed.
I stared up at him, marveling at the silhouette of his body against the glow of the fire. Each flicker of the flames highlighted the broad planes of his muscles and sparked the gold in his eyes to life.
