His eyes lit up in excitement behind the glow of unshed tears. I’d been unsure if biting him there was taking it too far, but he wanted it. He wanted it more than the cock biting. A session of cock and ball torture hadn’t been on the original menu for today, but we were winging it.
I was relaxed, anyway, so mission accomplished. In my personal life, I was used to having control — being in this place, having no idea what I was doing, was eating away at me. And shattering my confidence, which I was going to need if I was ever going to find the rest of the stupid clues. Lording over Kirin like this was giving me back some of the control I’d lost.
And I’d get an orgasm out of it by the end, of course.
“Please don’t,” he said, shaking his head. “That would hurt too much.”
“Would it? You know what to say if it does, because that kind of sounded like complaining to me.”
Placing my lips around one of his balls, I gave it some gentle suction, running my tongue along his soft skin. He was sweating now, and the salty flavour of him was delightful. I grazed him with my teeth and he flinched, but I didn’t bite down. I went back to sucking and caressing, my hand moving up to stroke his length.
I kept stroking him with my hand when I finally bit down. His howl echoed through the room, no doubt loud enough to wake Abraxas next door. Hopefully, he didn’t come over here, but I didn’t care either way. I tried to give Kirin a combination of pleasure and pain, stroking his cock and using my tongue to soothe the marks my teeth left behind. Since I didn’t have a cock or balls, I had no idea if I was helping, or making matters worse.
Either way, he liked it.
He was whining and pleading for me to stop, and a few tears leaked from the corners of his eyes, but he never looked like he was on the edge of using the safeword. After a while I moved away from his abused balls, taking his cock into my mouth and hiding my teeth away again. I sucked him hard and took as much as I could until I popped off with a smirk.
“Make a mess of yourself,” I said.
To my surprise, he did.
I didn’t have time to suck him any more before he was arching his back and spilling all over his stomach, my hand stroking him through it. Thick ropes of cum landed on his abs and chest, a few drops spurting all the way up to his chin. His noises were loud enough to draw the entire house to us like a beacon, every inch of him tensing and releasing.
For the first time, his hand tightened in my hair, but by this point I wasn’t worried.
I’d fucking wrecked him. I doubted he’d have the energy to harm me after this orgasm. Watching him was almost tiring me out, too.
When his cock stopped twitching and went soft in my hand, I released him. The last of the teeth marks on his balls were already fading. Sliding a finger through the cum on his chest, I tasted him with a soft hum. As delicious as I’d expected. His hand dropped from my head to lay limp on the bed, his body collapsed down. I gathered some more cum on my fingers and climbed on the high bed, pressing my fingers against his lips.
He opened without needing to be told, licking my fingers off with a grunt.
“If I sit on your face, can you keep those teeth to yourself?” I asked, running my finger along the sharp edge.
His eyes widened, cock twitching in a valiant effort to rally again. “Oh, fuck yes. I would never put a scratch on you.”
Without saying anything else, I straddled his face. His hands came to rest on my ass, holding me up but not pushing or pulling me in any direction. I gathered my tunic into my arms and pulled it up to give him room to work, grateful I’d gone the bold route and avoided putting panties on. They would have been soaked by now, if I’d been wearing them.
Kirin’s tongue had grazed my outer lips when the door banged open, revealing three men on the other side. Abraxas, Waylon, and Bennett had all opted to pay us a visit. “OK, Kirin, we weren’t going to say anything but what the…” Waylon said, trailing off.
Instead of stopping and giving them an explanation, Kirin dove right in.
My body went slack, and I moaned, relying on his strength to keep me in the right position. His tongue had a direct line to my clit, licking and sucking it in a fast-paced frenzy. The speed was what I needed after working myself up while doing him.
Eyelids slipping shut, I tried to ignore the audience, because not one of the three had moved. I couldn’t judge them when I’d done the same thing when I caught Waylon, Kirin, and Bennett together, though none of them remembered the incident. And none of them would remember this. Me, finally giving in and taking something for myself in this giant fucking mess.
I crested the peak of orgasm quickly, moaning and cursing, but when Kirin tried to move his tongue away from my over-sensitive skin, I pushed down against him. “I want another. Fuck me with two of your fingers.”
He did as he was told, bringing his tongue back to my clit and releasing my ass to free his hand. His fingers were thick, two digits as big as some cocks I’d fucked before. I was wet enough for them to slide in easily, the first orgasm opening me right up. Kirin knew where to press and twist and thrust to make me feel everything all at once, and it wasn’t long before my body was trembling again, a low groan lodged in my throat.
This time when he pulled back, I let him. My body was limp as a noodle, sated and happy, and I floated in a post-orgasmic haze for about twenty full seconds before they pulled me back to the real world.
“Who the hell is she?” Waylon asked, sounding bitter.
All I did was start laughing. As they all stared at me on the bed, my laughter got more and more violent until I was curled up in a ball. The ridiculousness of the situation couldn’t be beat. I tried to get myself under control, searching the room for something that would remind me of something not funny and rip me from this hysteria. What I found was Zan, hovering in the far corner, opposite the door, with a bright ghostly blush. I grinned.
My audience had been bigger than I’d thought.
I wasn’t as mad about it as I should be.
