He kissed my neck and nuzzled me for the barest second, stalling my soul. Maybe, just maybe, we were finding our path together. Perhaps he did want me for the rest of his life, much as I was beginning to want him.
“I want to pretend to be different people. I have been given to you, and now, you claim me, whether I want it or not. It won’t be about me, but about your pleasure because I belong to you and you alone.”
“You wish for me to force you?” I asked, wanting to make sure I understood exactly what he needed from me.
“Yes. I trust you, Wyn. I have never wanted this before you, but now…” He shook his head against my neck, his wet hair clinging to my back. “Now, it’s a craving I can’t rid myself of.”
I tilted my head further to the side for him to continue kissing me. “You don’t have to be ashamed of your desires, Star. Besides, I would like to fuck you like that.”
“But first,” he said, “let me please you some.”
“I did win you in this game you’re proposing. You are mine and I own you.”
“Yes, Peace. You own all of me.” He stepped back, the water spraying over us, ignored in favor of this new game. He kneeled on the rocky shower floor, wings down and submissive while he offered me his throat, his eyes averted.
My cock released a pulse of pre-seed at the sight. This man, who was so much greater than I, ceding all control to me was more arousing than I could’ve imagined.
“What do you wish of me?” Monqilcolnen asked, his voice hesitant and yet defiant.
I panted. I liked this game very much, but first. “You remember your safe word?”
He smiled. “Yes, Peace. Pragmatic.”
“Mine’s fusion.” Safe words were a new concept, so I was unsure if you were supposed to check in or repeat your safe word for your partner. However, it seemed safer to me. This scenario had the potential to be upsetting, and I didn’t want to hurt Monqilcolnen like I had in our experience.
With a shaking hand, I seized his wet hair, pulling him closer. I was careful not to hurt him. Monqilcolnen didn’t like pain as I did. He wanted to be treasured, and even in this game, I would treasure him. This gamewasa way for me to treasure him; I was giving him what he needed.
“Suck my cock,” I ordered, but my voice shook, ruining the effect. I was rarely in charge. Monqilcolnen had surrendered control to me a couple of times, but this wasn’t an experience or a frantic fuck full of jealousy. This was just me and him, and for some reason, it shook my nerves.
Monqilcolnen hesitated for the barest moment, still playing his part, then tentatively licked my leaking tip. The scrape of his scales on the sensitive glans made me moan. He’d done this before, yet somehow, it felt even more potent.
Trying to play along, I asked, “Do you like how I taste?”
“No,” he said, starting to pull away, but I held his hair firmly.
“You’re not done.”
He shot me a glare, and I fought a smile. Monqilcolnen was very good at pretending. Far better than I’d credited him with previously, and he was doing much better than I was at the moment. I shook the thoughts away and tried to lose myself in this scene he wanted.
Monqilcolnen wrapped his full lips around the tapered crown of my cock, suckling gently, and I groaned, thrusting into his mouth without permission. He hummed against my shaft, which sent pleasurable light shocks of electricity through me. His tongue scraped along the underside, and he kept the suction tight. When I pulled back, he always teased my tip with his tongue, working my cock expertly, even while he glared at me.
I couldn’t help but stare down at him, enraptured by the sight of him bobbing on my cock. His eyes closed when he picked up speed and light whimpers escaped him, each sending a vibration up my shaft.
“Look at me,” I demanded, and his eyes shot up to me. I smirked. “I think you do like this. I think you love my taste on your tongue and your lips stretched around my cock.”
He attempted to shake his head, but I didn’t let him, instead plunging deep into his mouth until I bottomed out. His nose pressed against my pelvis and my sack rested against his chin. I moaned at the heat encasing me. No one’s mouth had ever felt better than Monqilcolnen’s. No one. He was superior to anyone who’d ever fucked me in the past.
Monqilcolnen gagged, and I stayed where I was for a breath before pulling back and allowing him to breathe. He hacked and coughed as saliva dripped down his chin. With his swollen lips, his hair gripped in my fingers, and his saliva mixing with my pre-seed all over his chin, he looked utterly debauched. I lifted my eyebrows to silently ask if he was alright, and the corner of his mouth quivered and his tail slapped my butt hard enough to sting.
“You’re horrible,” he said.
I didn’t bother to respond. I thrust into his mouth and set up a fast, brutal pace, forcing Monqilcolnen to accept my cock deep within him. He whined but didn’t fight the face fucking. When I bottomed out, he would gag, not used to deep throating, I assumed, and his throat would tighten around my crown, making me see stars. That plus his tongue working the underside of my shaft and the pressure around my cock almost had me spilling down his throat.
Short grunts slipped out of my lips as my balls slapped his chin. Each hit was enough to make them tingle and tighten with pleasure. Zings danced down my spine, and my muscles clenched as my core warmed. When my balls hugged my shaft and the pleasure turned almost to pain, I ripped out of Monqilcolnen’s mouth.
Panting, he asked in a rough voice, “Did I please you enough?”
I grabbed his chin, thumb brushing the water mixed with saliva and pre-seed off. “I won you. I took you. And now you are mine. All of you belongs to me.” I shook his head and practically snarled at him, “This is no longer your body. It is mine, and I will do what I want with it.”
