“My reward is in making you come, sir.”
I couldn’t have asked for a better response. I brought his head down again, pushing my prick past his sweet, eager lips and deep into the recesses of his throat. Cedrych swallowed, resisting his own compulsion to gag, and the power that surged through me was immense. My beautiful, headstrong prince, putting my needs before his own, acquiescing to me with such beauty and grace. I wouldn’t last much longer with his throat working me down this way, that wonderful, all-encompassing pleasure, this warm, wet haven for my cock. I took his head in both hands and thrust in deep, with purpose. His hands didn’t move from my thighs.
He was submissive but not passive, and the noises he made were obscene. His Highness lost all princely decorum when taking my cock raw down his throat, and he did it with the enthusiasm of a boy whose only desire was to please. How lucky was I to have such a rare treasure?
“Cedrych,” I said, infusing his name with all the things I couldn’t articulate. “Cedrych, you’re…doing… remarkably…well.”
He only whimpered in response, a sweet, delicate thing. His eyes radiated adoration and an earnestness to care for me, to deliver me to ecstasy. My climax broke through like a sudden summer storm, my body shaking from the force of this tempest. I roared with satisfaction as my seed poured forth and coated his throat. Cedrych swallowed, wringing the last pulses of pleasure from my cock. Even after the violence of my orgasm receded, he continued to nurse me, until my prick lay dormant in his devoted mouth.
“That was excellent,” I said to him at last. He seemed far more composed than me.
“Thank you, sir,” he said in a voice hoarse from sucking cock.
“Are you sore?” I asked. I hoped I hadn’t used him too roughly.
“No, sir.”
“Gargle some of the water to help soothe your throat.”
He did as instructed. That was one area where I must pay attention. Cedrych was slow to reveal when he might be in discomfort, a soldier’s stoicism, which meant I’d need to be more attuned to his needs.
“Did the experience match your expectation?” I asked, pushing the damp curls from his face.
“I think that if I suffocated on your cock, it would not be the worst way to go.”
I smiled. “I don’t want you dying on me, Cedrych. Please give me your sign before you reach the point of asphyxiation.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Come sit between my legs now so I can tend to your needs.”
He stood from the bath, water cascading over his glorious muscles like a lover’s hand. He then planted his taut ass between my thighs, rubbing back against me as if I needed any further temptation. “Don’t worry, I’ll be filling your tight hole soon enough. No need to rush it,” I said.
“I’ve been dreaming of it,” he admitted.
“Tell me.”
“I wake up with you already inside me, my hands are bound and my legs are bent and spread, so there’s nowhere I can go. I just have to take it.”
Despite my recent climax, I shivered from the erotic portrait he was painting. I’d truss him up on my metal web in my dungeon, restrain him completely, then penetrate him in every way possible. “And do you take it, Cedrych?’
“Yes, sir. All of it. Every time.”
“How does it feel to have my cock so deep inside you?”
“It aches and it burns but I want it so badly.”
He sounded breathless. I believed him. I added this scenario to my mental treasure trove of all the sweet, terrible things I might do to him. When he was ready.
“Lie back now and relax, Cedrych. You did an excellent job and I wish to reward you.”
The prince lounged against me like a jungle cat, and I explored his beautiful body with my hands, skating over his mounded chest and rippling abdominals, pinching and pulling at his puffy nipples until he emitted a deep groan. They’d look marvelous decorated with my metal and precious gems, a bit of elvish flair to adorn his muscular physique. With his permission, I could pierce him myself. As I was contemplating what jewelry might suit a fae prince, Cedrych said in a soft, contemplative voice, “I could bear your heirs.”
My hands stilled as I rested my lips on his shoulder. “You could,” I said after a beat of silence, but it was dangerous to truly imagine it.
“That would really piss off my mother. A fake betrothal gone too far.” He chuckled bitterly, but beyond his mother’s machinations, I didn’t want him to think of anything between us as insincere.
“Whatever the terms of our betrothal, Cedrych, I want you to know that none of this is an act, not for me.”
