“I suppose so,” I said, drifting to a time in the future when Vasil might want an heir, what our offspring might look like. With my temper and Vasil’s arrogance, the child would be a handful indeed.
“Where did your head go just now?” Vasil asked, pausing to assess me.
“Nowhere, Master.”
“Do not evade my questions, sub,” he warned.
“I was thinking about you breeding me. What our union might produce.”
He smiled softly, a rare delight. “I’ve thought about that too. A mix of fae, elvish, and vampyre, they would be a true child of the realms.”
A child of the realms.His enthusiasm charmed me. I was a man who liked commitment. Surely, a biological imperative.
“That’s it,” he coaxed, addressing my hole directly while massaging me open. “You’ll like this first one, pretty pet.”
His warm metal sphere pressed against my opening as I willed my body to relax. Vasil pushed harder and the ball popped through with a wet, sucking sound, one that reminded me of fucking. I groaned aloud and wished he were fucking me right now, but I also knew the wait would be worth it.
“Very nice,” Vasil remarked. “Such a smooth glide. I love seeing you swallow my metal and feel it echo inside you. Pulsing, throbbing.”
“I like it too,” I said as my stiff prick twitched against my belly, drawing Vasil’s attention.
“I could have caged you,” he mused, “but I have plans for this royal prick. Maybe next time.”
The idea of being restrained in all ways–limbs, channel, cock, nipples–caused a fresh flush of arousal to overtake me. Master’s toy.
“I love the way your skin flushes. Your body cannot lie, Cedrych. Even your blood answers to me.”
“As do I,” I assured him.
“As do you,” he agreed. “Next one now.” Another push, more pressure, and the familiar sucking sound of my muscle swallowing another ball. “That’s it. Take it for me, sweet prince.”
“I will, Master.”
“Because you’re mine?”
“That’s right.”
“And you obey me.”
“Only you.” Beads of sweat collected at my temple and between my pecs, along the valley of my abdomen. The sensations were overwhelming me already, his warm metal stretching me from the inside, fusing with the heat of my body. His thumb swept the rim of my hole as he manipulated the second sphere, teasing it in and out.
“Master,” I grumbled but Vasil only smiled.
“You’ll take what I give you, sub. And precisely how I give it to you.”
I nodded, resolute. He was testing me and I wanted to excel. Vasil would be in control every step of the way, of that I was sure, which allowed me the freedom to simply react. I abandoned reason, pride, and dignity completely and sunk into these strange, unexpected sensations.
“That’s it, sub. Give your strong will over to your Master.”
After a few more deep breaths and with Vasil’s teasing preparation, he shoved the third sphere inside of me.
I bellowed, feeling it in my guts now. One of the spheres brushed against my prostate, making me squirm as my body tried to expel the instrument. I needed more of it, or less, but he only held firm, a maddening suspension between pleasure and pain.
“Two more to go, sweet prince. Your hole is gushing.” He swept up my serum with his finger and sucked on the end of it, obscene and arousing. “So sweet and thick, my favorite flavor. Ready for more now?”
I whined without meaning to, then gave him a pitiful, “Yes, Master.”
I panted through the fourth one, impossibly large inside me. The last one would surely split me in two. I braced myself for the pain, but Vasil paused his invasion and said, “Tighten up now, sub.” At my obvious reluctance, he added, “That’s right. I want your hole small and perfect for me before I breach you with this last one. Because I want you to feel it, sweet prince, feel me overtaking you completely. And know that your body will allow it because I command it.”
