“Thank you, Daddy.”
As I continued my worship, the stone kept expanding, causing my channel to ache with the need to be filled, a desire that was almost painful in its intensity. I wanted Hiero inside me with a mounting desperation, but I wanted to be good for my Daddy, show him I could be patient and earn my orgasm without complaint, so I continued to worship his cock, relishing all the wonderful noises he made, his deep huffs ofpleasure and the spontaneous buck of his hips, as if he couldn’t control his body’s reactions. Finally, Daddy's big hands took hold of the back of my head, and he began stroking in deep to set the pace for his pleasure.
He was rough but not mean, the penetration deep but not painful. I lost sense of time and place, focusing only on the rhythmic sensations of being used by a Dominant in the very best way. When he seemed on the verge of climax, he pulled me off gently and wiped my messy mouth with his thumb.
“You’re perfect,” he said, taking a moment to admire me. “You ready to ride this mystical cock now, boy?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said, gazing back at him with a quiet yearning.
“Climb on top, gorgeous. I want to see if fae boys really can do it better.”
I smiled but was determined to prove my silly claim. I straddled his lap with my long legs on either side of him and placed my hands against his chest, awaiting his next instruction.
“You are something else, aren’t you?” he remarked, eyes shining softly. He held onto my waist with one hand while his other hand reached underneath to pump the smooth crystal in and out of my hole, causing me to shudder and groan atop his strapping, masculine form. I gripped the ladder of his ribcage to brace myself while he worked me over. The sensation was a terrible tease, filling me but not deep enough, tormenting me with this shallow pleasure. When he finally eased it out, I wassurprised to see it had nearly doubled in size. Goddess bless the elasticity of fae bodies that allowed us to take bull-sized dicks.
“Don’t take more than you can handle. No need to impress me by injuring yourself,” he said and held up his thick cock for me to mount. His flesh was primed and waiting, standing so tall it looked like it was reaching for me.
I perched on his bruising colossus and began my slow descent. My slick hole sucked in the first few inches easily. Hiero hissed through his teeth while gripping my ass cheeks, holding me up so that I wouldn’t accidentally slip and impale myself. Beads of sweat broke out on my forehead and across my chest as I hovered there, my thighs burning with effort.
“Atta boy,” he coached. “You feel so good, Skylar. So hot and tight and wet.”
“Tell me I’m a good boy,” I said, hanging on his every word.
“You aresucha good boy,” he said, one hand stroking along my thigh. “A beautiful, sweet boy who takes cock like a champion.”
The stretch was intense, the burn was exquisite, but I didn’t stop until his entire shaft was encased by the warmth of my body. Twitching and moaning, I’d never been so full before, never felt like my body was a sheath for a cock and nothing more.
I loved it.
“Skylar,” he said in a ragged voice. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so deep insideanother person.”
“I’m going to take care of you now, Daddy,” I promised and unfurled my wings so they might aid my momentum. The air around us shifted and the scent of our mingled sweat and sex spurred me on. “You only have to show me how you want it.”
“God, yes,” he said with a deep, satisfied sigh.
With one hand on my waist and the other cupping my ass cheek, Hiero fucked into me from below with slow, sinuous rolls of his hips. I rode him like the ocean waves. My wings were open and receptive, humming from the influx of sensations. The tip of his cock swept against the opening of my womb on every upstroke, and my prostate pulsed in time with my heartbeat, feeling as if it had swollen to the size of a robin’s egg. Each slide of his shaft rendered the pleasure more exquisite. I let out a sudden wail of catharsis and found that it didn’t end there. It was simply too much to bear, being taken care of in this way. My defenses fell away until only a raw nerve remained and I started to sob.
“Skylar,” he soothed, swiping at my cheeks with his thumb.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, because I needed this so badly.
“I won’t. I’ve got you, baby. Let it all out.”
I inhaled a shuddering breath and with a renewed determination, continued to ride him as he stroked upward. We moved in perfect synchronicity as he remade me from the inside. Like a blacksmith taking a hunk of metal and reshaping it into something new, I wasn’t Cedrych’s anymore, not his lover, his whore, or his shameful secret. I was my own master, and I’d chosen to submit to a Daddy with kind eyes anda strong, steady disposition. I wanted to purge every toxic feeling that had been clogging my spirit for the past two years. Mounted atop my beautiful minotaur, I soared above the swamp of insecurity and doubt, and for the first time in a long while, I felt beautiful and free.
“You are a vision, Skylar Larkspur, and such a good boy. Now, come for me, sweetheart. Make Daddy proud.” He slipped the ring from my cock, and that slight brush of his hand against my swollen shaft triggered my climax. My spirit soared, my body high on endorphins as I rode him to ecstasy. My channel tightened around him as I spit thick plumes of cum all over his hairy chest. He didn’t pull away or chide me for the mess; he simply lay there underneath a pile of my spend and pumped his hips gently. He’d come as well during my orgasmic flight but was still fucking into me with languor as if wishing to secure his seed. Briefly, I too wondered what a child of our passions might produce, but just as quickly, I dashed the thought away. This was one night of lust-infused carnal passion, and that was all it was meant to be.
“Come down here so I can hold you,” he said, rolling with me so that he could wrap me up in his big arms, still with his slightly softened cock nestled deep inside me and my legs wrapped around his waist. I tucked my wings to be closer to him. “Keep my cock warm for as long as you can,” he said, a gentle command.
“Yes, Daddy.” I tightened up to hold him inside me. I kissed his bearded cheek and buried my nose inhis neck so that I might hide away for a bit. The scent of him was familiar now, and it calmed me.
“We’re going to rest for a spell,” he said, “and then I’m going to make you come again and again, until these sheets are saturated with our seed and our sex is all you can smell. You’ll have to tell me when you’ve had enough, baby boy, because I’m sure I won’t tire of watching you unravel.”
“Until morning,” I said, for it was what we’d agreed upon.
“Until morning.”
He kissed the part in my hair, then rested his chin there. With both of us on the edge of slumber, he murmured, “You are something I’d like to come home to.”
