“What is lube?”
My arm flings out, and I grab for the bottles I set near me. I grab one and hand it to him. “Lubrication. You have to use this to get in there.”
He takes the bottle and uncaps it, sniffing at it.
“It is like an oil,” I explain, and his eyes meet mine.
“I shall use this oil then. To make you wet while I hunt for your prostate.”
The way he says that, is likepro-state,and it makes my heart thump awkwardly in my chest.
“This is very slippery,” he says on a low hum. “Like grease.”
And then he squeezes far too much around my hole. It dribbles down my ass and onto my lower back, but all that’sforgotten when his finger swirls around my opening and presses inside.
It’s abrupt, but gentle, and yet my eyes still widen at the feel of it. Foreign, unexpected.
“Oh hell.” I contract around him, and he twists his wrist slightly. His fingers, even with his claws retracted, are long and deft. He slowly slips in, further and further, until he can’t push in anymore.
“Now, where can I find thispro-state?”
“Um,” I moan as he crooks his finger slightly. “I don’t know. It’s a bump somewhere in there, but apparently, I’ll know when you find it. Just…hunt around.”
“I am Rathyn of the Dark Vale. The great and mighty hunter.”
“Oh fuck off, please don’t saythat,” I moan as he starts to search.
I lean up and watch as he focuses, his ears drawn slightly, his eyes narrowed as his finger moves along my slippery walls. His mouth is right next to the base of my cock, and I can’t wait for him to wrap his lips around me.
And then suddenly, pleasure shoots through me, my back arching off the bed entirely.
“Oh fuck!”
Rathyn’s eyes meet mine as I let out a labored breath. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, no. I th-think that was it. Oh god, do it again?”
He presses against it, and I buck my hips up, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. What the fuck is this, and why have I never tried it before?
“My virgin,” he says softly, and then his mouth engulfs my cock. The sensation is almost too much. I won’t last. Which is probably for the best. This is worse than ruenox, or maybe it’s not. Maybe it’s just different.
“Rath!” I cry out when his finger starts to vibrate against me.
My cock erupts without warning, and he drinks me down, his entire body thrumming as he takes me.
But he doesn’t let up, just continues to press on it.
“Magic,” he says, lifting his mouth off me, cum lining his lips.
“Yes. Oh fuck, but was it good?” I breathe and then moan when my cock jerks in his mouth again.
“Mhm,” he hums and continues to keep me in his mouth, sucking, pressing, milking my prostate until I’m limp and sweating. I can’t take anymore. Apparently, there is such a thing as too much pleasure.
And yet, I don’t stop him. Just let him drink until his cheek is resting against my thigh, his eyes fluttering closed.
“Did it taste different?”
“Yes.”
