“I’ve been waiting to taste you,” he murmured.The rumble of his speech made Clove’s cock twitch.“There’s no taste like this in all of the world.”
He gave Clove’s cowl one more sucking kiss, and then abruptly lifted Clove’s thighs, pulling them over his shoulders.He gripped Clove’s ass and back, lifting him up.
Clove gasped and grabbed the back of Sobell’s head, leaning forward and unthinkingly clenching his thighs around Sobell’s neck, stomach wobbling as he found himself high up in the air.Perched on the man’s shoulders, all but straddling his face, his legs hung down Sobell’s back.
There was not even a whisper of a risk that he might be dropped.
Sobell stood easily upright in the water, hands on Clove’s buttocks to help secure him in place, with the object of desire presented directly before his face.
With a soft, satisfied groan, Sobell inclined his head and licked the full length of Clove’s dripping new mouth before fully indulging himself.
The twin shafts were not Sobell’s only draconic trait that lingered in this form.
He had a very long, very powerful tongue.
And he buried it inside of Clove.
Clove could feel the thick, twining muscle of it godeep, far deeper than Sobell’s fingers had gone, farther than Clove had been able to reach or couldpossiblyreach by himself.
This time Sobell did not use his mouth with the same devastating accuracy as he had before, driving Clove relentlessly towards pleasure.What he took now, he took selfishly.
This was about whathewanted.
Clove’s enjoyment was an afterthought, but even at the height of his greed, that enjoyment never went away.
Sobell ate voraciously, using his tongue to excavate and open andtasteevery available inch within this new passageway.He moaned as he did it—a low, gradual, muffled sound that stirred Clove to his core.Shivering, Clove began to pant.Fists in Sobell’s hair, he yanked his head forward, urging him onward, and as he did, Sobell dropped one hand from Clove’s ass to first pleasure one of his cocks, then the other.
There was no way for Clove to escape another orgasm.He did not even try.
When Clove came, muscles pulsing and stiffening and clenching, Sobell pressed his lips aggressively flat against the throbbing entrance, tongue buried fully within.
Clove could feel the entire thick, muscular length of it rippling and licking him from the inside.
When Sobell finally put Clove down—resting him on the shelf again and spreading his legs, stepping in toward him, both cocks jutting out huge and desperately erect and pointing in the direction of what they wanted—it did not even cross Clove’s mind to protest the inevitable.
He had already had his new entrance thoroughly fucked by Sobell’s mouth.What was a cock or two, after that?
A lot, actually.
Sobell did not try to jam both shafts inside of him.Instead, the man leaned over Clove, close to him, and simply pressed one huge, swollen head against the well-licked gap, and slowly pushed his hips forward.
Clove’s entrance was drooling wet and tongue-stretched, but he was still fervently grateful that his terrible captor went slowly.
“It’s big,” said Clove stupidly, speech slurred from the exhaustion of so much pleasure.
“You make me this big,” said Sobell, his own voice low and somewhat unsteady.He rested his forehead against Clove’s, both of them looking down at the gradual penetration.“So big, so heavy, and so hard that it hurts.”
There was a line of grit, almost of pain in his voice; Clove was surprised to find that he believed the man.
“Let me carry it,” he said, and was just as surprised by his own words.“You can rest in me.”
Unexpectedly, Sobell’s lips were on his, and unexpectedly, Clove was not resisting.He tasted his own wet sex on Sobell’s tongue and below, felt Sobell pushing steadily inside of him.Stretching him.Driving deeper.Every inch between Clove’s legs flooding with the pressure of a man inside of him.Taking him.Fucking him.
Clove’s body adjusted quickly to its guest.
He was tight, flinching, feeling like he wasmuchtoo small to accommodate even a slow-moving Sobell—and then, just as quickly, he wasn’t.
His body fastened slickly,fluidlyon the immense shaft, and there was a feel of delicious gliding, of increasing vigor.Sobell’s body moving more quickly, more roughly.Sobell’s hands securing him tighter.Clove spreading his legs, cupping them with his hands, panting and listening to Sobell pant, and feeling waves of fantastic disorientation run through him.
