Page 5 of Henrikk’s Secret

No, Asher certainly didn’t require his assistance. Everything he was doing with his mouth was far more euphoric than when Henrikk had taken control and forcibly fucked his throat.

It was a startling revelation.

And it wasn’t just Asher’s technique, nor the physical pleasure he induced in Henrikk’s loins. It was the heady feeling to realise that Asher was willing. His strong, eager mouth sucked him off so hard that Henrikk lived and died a thousand times as he sat on that chair, writhing and twitching.

“Oh, my…” he breathed.

Asher pulled off and grinned. “I told you this is better.”

“So you did…” he said absently. Before he could order Asher to get back on his cock, the general had done just that, diligently stroking and sucking.

Henrikk groaned, lifting his hips to slide deeper.

This was it: paradise.

And Henrikk knew better than anyone what paradise at the end of the world looked like. But this…this was easily better.

He was suddenly overcome with a strong urge to take Asher there so that he could see what paradise looked like. And to take Asher there: push him down into the sand and rut him from behind as the waves lapped the shore. To fuck him until the sun rose above the horizon and their cum blended with the whitewash.

Maybe in another life.

“I cannot wait to taste you,” Asher said, his breath warming the tip of Henrikk’s cock before he dove down again.

“Soon,” Henrikk promised, stroking Asher’s hair. The prospect of seeing Asher swallow his cum made his balls ache enticingly, and he couldn't wipe the carefree, idiotic smile off his face.

It wasn’t until Henrikk was about to come that he seized control, fisting Asher’s hair with both hands and shoving him onto his cock.

Unprepared, the general gagged and choked.

Henrikk ignored his struggles as his entire body tensed and arched, his muscles as stiff as his cock. Desire and longing surged, exploding in a violent release, and he groaned in shock and awe as he unloaded his cum down Asher’s throat.

His entire being pulsed as he moved Asher’s head back and forth to suit him, dragging the head of his cock back and forth to paint the general’s tongue.

Taste me, Asher. Do you like that?

He withdrew further and wiped the last of his semen on Asher’s lips and cheeks.

“Beautiful,” he pronounced before he could stop himself. He cleared his throat. “That was an admirable effort.”

Asher blinked up at him amidst heavy panting, his cheeks glistening with streaks of cum. “I’m happy to do it…” He took Henrikk’s hands in his, stroking the backs with his thumbs. “Because I love you.” He glanced at Henrikk pointedly, waiting for him to say it back.

Henrikk’s insides convulsed as panic dissolved the relaxed bliss that had settled over him.

“You may think I’m foolish for saying so,” Asher continued, “but words have power.”

They certainly do.

That was the whole fucking point.

“Get up,” Henrikk commanded sharply, anger flaring.

Asher rose to his feet. “Henrikk…”

“Bend over.”

But Asher did not bend. Instead, he gave Henrikk a look of disbelief and amusement, his gaze roaming down to his crotch. “Hard already, are you?”

Henrikk did not smile. “Bend. Over.”