“No one has ever touched me there,” he says. “I never touched myself.”
“Let me,” I say. “I’ll make you feel good if you let me.”
I’m asking for permission, even though I realize it’s a little late. I don’t want to push him or force him into something he doesn’t wish to do. I want this to be his choice, for him to say yes because he wants it and not because I’m demanding it.
“All right,” he says. “I trust you.”
I feel him relax. I place my hands on his chest and push him off me. He goes willingly and lies on the bed while I climb on top of him and position myself between his legs. I once again wrap my hand around his cock, then the other, too, trying to touch as much of him as I can. I rub him with both hands, relishing in how massive he is. Thick, long, and made of the same steel his whole body is covered in. Silver fluid drips form the tip and runs down the shaft. I spread it with my fingers, using it to glide up and down.
“Do you know what this liquid is?” I ask.
“It must be produced by my Aether Core,” he says.
Well, that’s amazing. Because I don’t have to worry about getting pregnant. I’ve always loved having a man come inside me, but I never risked it before. Except a few times, and every time, I was stressed afterward, lying awake at night, doing calculations in my head and counting days. The anxiety would eat at me for weeks until my period came and I knew I was safe. But with Castien, I can do whatever I want. I can live out every fantasy I’ve ever had, because he’s perfectly safe, with no risk of pregnancy, and no sexually transmitted diseases either. He’s soclean and perfect, while I’m the one who’s sweating and dripping everywhere. My thighs are slick with my own wetness, and my hair sticks to my forehead and the back of my neck. I’ve always thought sex was messy and kind of gross, if I’m being honest. It’s different with him. He remains clean and perfect while I fall apart.
“Is it okay if I taste it?” I ask.
Castien stares at me in shock. I can tell the idea never crossed his mind. He deliberates for a moment, then nods.
I lower my head and hold his gaze as my tongue licks his cock from base to tip. The steel almost burns, but the liquid is cool and sweet. I wrap my lips around the head and suck.
Oh fuck, the liquid tastes incredible. It’s sweet, reminding me of pineapple juice, which makes no sense at all, and I can’t get enough of it. I release the tip with a pop and lick my lips.
“I love it,” I say.
“You do?”
“You have no idea how good you taste. I would drink you every day. May I have more?”
He nods, and I feel him getting even hotter as his temperature rises.
I close my eyes and lose myself in it, working my mouth up and down his cock. There are no veins or ridges, and the contrast between the hot steel and the cool juices makes me dizzy. It’s like drinking cold pineapple juice on a hot summer day. I moan as I bob my head up and down, trying to get more of him down my throat. The smoothness of him makes it easier than it would be otherwise, and I relax my throat and take almost all of him until I can feel the head press deep.
His balls are hard, and I wonder if they’re just decoration or they serve any actual purpose. I play with them anyway, rubbing them while I work the rest of him with my mouth. I would askhim, but I doubt he knows himself. At this point, I know his anatomy better than he does.
Castien grunts and moans above me, his hands gripping the bedsheets. I can hear the fabric tear under his sheer strength.
“You should stop,” he says, his voice sounding strained. “Or I... I can’t... hold back.”
I move faster instead of stopping, looking up at him, wanting him to see that I’m giving him permission. I want this.
I want to drink all of him. I can’t get enough of his taste. I’ve always liked giving blowjobs but was never a fan of the taste of cum. It’s something I can tolerate because I want to please whoever I’m with. Especially when I was dating men who drank too much beer or smoked cigarettes, the taste was bitter and unpleasant, and I had to force myself to swallow. But I could spend hours sucking Castien’s perfect cock just to get more of his pineapple-flavored liquid. If this is what his Aether Core tastes like, then I want to eat it. Basically, I want to devour his heart.
He comes with a loud groan, and his silver cum floods my mouth, refreshing and sweet. I swallow it all. More pulses out, and I lick every drop, not wanting to waste any. I lap at him and clean him up, running my tongue along every inch of steel to make sure I get it all.
He collapses, and the mattress bounces under his weight.
I climb up his body and straddle him, pressing my pussy against his cock. He’s still hard. I’m soaked and sweat drips down my spine and between my breasts, while he lies under me looking perfect and pristine.
“Do you ever go soft?” I ask.
“Not when I’m around you,” he says.
“Have you been hard all this time?”
“From the moment I met you.”
His confession makes my eyes roll in my head. I bite my lip and start rubbing my pussy up and down his length, coatinghim with my wetness. He places his hands on my breasts and massages them, and the heat from his palms makes me gasp. I arch my back and grind harder against him. He slides smoothly between my folds, and the pressure against my clit is almost enough to make me come again.
