“It was before you, and it never really meant anything. I didn’t know what I was looking for.”
“You have found me, and that is enough.” He lifts me, hands holding my ass, carrying me like I weigh nothing, and breezes past my room to deposit me on the bed.
“You need more cum again?”
“I need to remind you that you are mine,” he says, gripping the chain between my nipples and tugging just enough to make them ache.
“Trust me, I’m not forgetting anytime soon.” Not that I want to stop him. I’m hard as a rock and ready for another go.
He lowers his head, then licks over my nipples, then up my neck before shoving his tongue into my mouth again. “I will make sure,” he murmurs.
Well…
I’m not going to argue with that.
seventeen
EVEREST
Rathyn is obsessed with my prostate. AndIam obsessed with his obsession with that little sensitive spot inside of me. I thought the blow jobs were good, but this is better.
Fifteen blow jobs a day are still a lot, but fuck, I have to admit I look forward to each one.
Two days later, and I’m still just as consumed.
“I’m reminding you that you promised me a tour of Erethar,” I say, my knees tucked up against my chest, Rathyn’s tongue twisted around my cock, his finger up my ass.
He’s really gotten the hang of it, the way he teases an orgasm out of me. He carries lube around with him all the time, in some secret pouch in his robe. He calls it grease, which makes it lose its appeal, but I appreciate the effort. Just like I appreciate the effort he’s making in getting me off.
His mouth comes off me, and he fingers me softly, making my eyes cross. “I will take you, my Everest, soon. We can discuss after my fifteen cum deposits today.”
When he puts it like that. Jesus.
We’re only on number seven. I may not make it to fifteen. I should take the ruenox, but if I do, I may not have the stamina to go to Erethar.
“How about one more, and then you take me? You promised.”
“Fifteen, my human.” And I know he won’t budge. He can get stubborn sometimes.
Or maybe he’s avoiding taking me to Erethar again.
That bothers me more than it should. It bothers me a lot because to me, a promise is a promise.
He sucks me back into his mouth, doing things with his tongue that I’m sure are illegal in more conservative states. And my mind focuses only on the pleasure he’s giving me and nothing else.
The promise of a little trip to Erethar to explore is gone for the moment, just like all my brain cells when he gets his mouth on me.
“Oh god,” I murmur as my orgasm is wrenched from me, my back arching up, my rim contracting around his finger. He swallows me down, a low hum emanating from his throat. And then he leans against my thigh, my hands threading through his hair. He likes this, the touching right after.
He likes the kissing beforehand.
His finger crooks and presses against my prostate once more, my cock giving a valiant jerk when he does. A little more cum pulses out, and his tongue licks it up.
“That was perfect.”
He’s in my head again, but I don’t mind it as much anymore. It can be invasive, but I also find it comforting. To know someone can understand what you’re thinking without having to tell them is amazing.
It’s also annoying some days, but wonderful when I don’t want to search for words.
