He pulled me so tight that I knew there was no way I could escape without hurting both of us more, so I took his advice and readjusted myself on top of his body, our legs intertwined while his growing erection started pressing on the side of my tummy.
I enjoyed it. I liked knowing that even now, in a terrible state, he wanted me, but if I had to be completely honest, I wouldn’t have the strength to do it. Not when my body had been on the verge of passing out.
To my surprise, he didn’t hint towards it, completely satisfied to caress my back and the side of my breasts, while sneakily rubbing more soap into my hair to clean my wound. Every touch hurt, the wound throbbing with ache, but I let him and faked not realising what he was doing, while tilting my head from time to time to give him better access.
We stayed like that, nestled into one another until the water started growing cold and Galenor was completely satisfied with the state of my head. Then, he got out of the bath, displaying a perfectly round ass dripping with bubbles and grabbed two towels to help me dry. I also took great care in cleaning his injuries once again.
Then, I kicked the fae out of the bathroom to allow me some space to pee and brush my teeth for bed, which he, reluctantly, accepted.
Not two minutes had passed when a soft, barely noticeable knock on the door announced his return. Before I even opened my mouth to protest, he flicked an envelope to me. Galenor had it grabbed by one of the corners, holding it in between his thumb and pointer finger as if it was something dirty he didn’t want to touch.
“It has your name on it, it was in the kitchen,” he announced before turning it to me to allow me to spot my name, handwritten with shivering letters.
“That’s weird, I never got letters,” I remarked while wrapping the towel around my breasts to pin it in place, then grabbed the envelope and ripped it open. I didn’t shy away from Galenor, he was well past the point of being just my subject.
“Harrow,
There are issues in command, they won’t give you more instructions until they decide on the course of action. Word is you have three days.
That’s the best I can do for you.
F. Milosh”
“Fuuuck, muffin,” Galenor’s desire-roughened voice slid through my bones while his hand landed at the back of my neck to support my head.
I had set myself a challenge that was going to be the death of me, but no matter how hard my lungs screamed for air, I dived deeper, opening my mouth wider to force more of his girth down my throat.
It had all started as a challenge, one of the little mockeries the fae liked to play around me. He enjoyed toying with me, smiling at me with wickedness while doing unspeakable things to my body and challenging me to do the same. I wanted to make him lose his senses, just like he’d done it for me so many times, so I dared myself to discover exactly how long that tattoo truly was while hoping to gain a very pleased smirk at the end of my journey.
Pushing him on the mattress, I slid his pants down with a decisive pull and pinned him with my hips before he tried to escape. I made my intentions overly clear and curled my tongue along his abs, even though they looked stunning as always. Then, I headed straight for the colossal length springing out from his pants, forcing me to use both my hands to keep it upright.
I didn’t have to do too much work until his desire pushed up, hardening him into my mouth and making it difficult to slide up and down on his growing cock. I had to use a hand and rub at his base, since there was no way in hell all of that would fit into my mouth, so I focused on the tip and that long line of tattoos, licking and sliding it down my throat with a vengeance.
To my shame, I choked a few times and my eyes watered when he pressed into me, his hips uneasy and filled with need to force more of himself into my mouth, but he seemed to enjoy the effect he had on me and pulled himself out just a few inches to allow me to take a full breath.
Then, as if suddenly possessed, he stood from bed and grabbed my face, shoving himself deeper into my mouth and down my throat, until I could feel him at the back of my head, stretching down to a point no one had ever reached before.
Gods, he was big. Too big. Those throbbing veins down his thickness made it even more difficult to swallow and added to the choking sensation as they caressed the roof of my mouth.
Seeing how I had no option, but unable to give up, I fully surrendered into him, tipping my head back and trying to breathe as and when I could, fully focused on the way his girth made my throat expand with every thrust.
I must have done something right because he started hissing and took control over my neck. I let him, fully surrendering myself to the experience, to how I could breathe only when he allowed me to, how he took full control over his pleasure and used me to claim it, how I had planted myself at his mercy and fully enjoyed his dominance.
My eyes dripped with tears, my pulse pounded into my chest, begging for more air and sometimes I felt I was on the verge of passing out. Instead of pulling back, I clamped my hands on his thighs and pressed more of myself into him, opening my mouth wider to take more of his length in, to force my throat to open wider for him as he mercilessly pumped into my mouth.
“Fuuuck…” he groaned again, while the rhythm of his hips accelerated, the hand at the back of my neck forcing me more into him while he thrusted ferally into my mouth, curling his length down my throat.
I wanted to die. From pleasure, from pain, from the lack of air. I absolutely enjoyed the power I had over him, to see him so devastatingly raw, lost in his own desire, looking into my teary eyes with amazement, those emerald eyes hazed with pleasure.
With a final hiss and a last thrust, one that forced my jaw into a new state of tension, almost to the point of ripping it, Galenor tipped his head back and allowed himself to breathe, to exhale the desire I felt running down my throat, it’s warmth the prize I deserved for bringing him to the brink of madness.
He retreated from my mouth shortly after that, pulling away to allow a full storm of air to enter my lungs while my throat swallowed hard, filled with remnants of spit and cum. I gave myself a few seconds to recover, before I pulled my body up from where I had remained on my knees and cleaned my chin with the back of my hand before I turned, wanting to head for the bathroom.
“No, you don’t,” Galenor grabbed my waist and dragged me back to the bed, by his side. In a single shift, he had me under him, his weight pinning me onto the mattress to prevent me from escaping, while his hardness poked into me once again.
“I like you raw and dirty,” he groaned, that wicked charm he displayed at times taking over. My pants were pulled down in the next moment, panties following soon after as Galenor’s mouth travelled to invoke sweet torture in between my legs until I forgot everything but his name.
“What troubles you, muffin?” The fae nuzzled my shoulder, drawing my attention back to him. We were both spent, lying in bed to settle the heavy breaths still rocking through our bodies. And instead of enjoying every moment we had together, my mind started thinking about the impending end.
