Her legs spread, allowing him more access and looked at her, their odd position of her kneeling before him sucking him off while he loomed over her, fingering her. If anyone were to come upon them it would simply look as if he was curled up on the ground and he sighed, continuing his ministrations, her wetness now leaking down his finger.
He grabbed the stamina potion, adding more to his hands and he pushed two into her making her hum against his cock. He groaned, hating her even more and it took a considerable effort not to thrust into her mouth. He knew what she was taking in was possibly all she could fit and he started prepping with more effort, his throbbing cock wanting inside her.
Her own sex seemed to pulse against his two fingers, her hips meek as they timidly shifted and thrust and he curled them inside, feeling her walls, searching for the sweet spot when she pulled off his cock. “M-Master? Something’s coming out!”
He stopped, frowning at her words. “What do you mean?”
“Something salty!” she said from below and he flushed.
“That’s…” Gods, what could he even say. “Fine. It’s normal.”
He felt her tongue against his slit and he tensed considerably. “It’s bitter!”
He was going to kill her, goddammit. He withdrew to lean up, looking down at her and she licked her lips, her eyes bright as they met his. He forced her back down on his cock, controlling her motions for a second just to feel a bit of control over her. She let him without a struggle and he pulled away from her, hitting her lips with the head of his cock. “Lick.”
She licked, her tongue sloppy against him, a bit of saliva forming at the corners of her mouth but he didn’t care. It seemed almost more deprived and lewd that way. He moved her up, allowing her to once again lick the tip and he held her steady as he gripped himself. He needed to come and her inexperience wasn’t going to get him there. “Open your mouth.”
She did and he began furiously jerking off, looking around just in case anyone was near before he focused back on her. She was waiting, patient, her tongue out and her small mouth open and he closed his eyes, cursing everything about the damned world before he thought of how it was going to feel pounding her little body. He wouldn’t even fit, gods above, she was so small and the thought of how tight that was going to feel sent him over the edge. He forced her to drink it, her movements sloppy as she tried to catch it but what didn’t go on her mouth dripped down to her chin and chest, his seed marking her body.
He let go of her head, his hands shaking as he did and she slowly leaned up, struggling as she swallowed. She licked at what she had missed, the white sticky mess starting to coat her fingers as she wiped at them and he lost it, roughly kissing her, tasting himself – gods above what was wrong with him – and she moaned against him.
When he pulled away she let out a pant, her eyes glazing over. “M-Master…”
He kissed her again, tilting her chin up as he did just to get that bit of a power trip. He released her and tossed her down on the grass, grabbing the potion bottles to uncork them and he set to work, more determined now so he could know if what he imagined felt better. He poured one against her, trying hard not to rush as he fingered her but how wet she was and tight only drove him further and she began whining from below, calling his title.
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Threshold [6/9]
Date: 2014-01-31 02:59 am (UTC)He grabbed the stamina potion, adding more to his hands and he pushed two into her making her hum against his cock. He groaned, hating her even more and it took a considerable effort not to thrust into her mouth. He knew what she was taking in was possibly all she could fit and he started prepping with more effort, his throbbing cock wanting inside her.
Her own sex seemed to pulse against his two fingers, her hips meek as they timidly shifted and thrust and he curled them inside, feeling her walls, searching for the sweet spot when she pulled off his cock. “M-Master? Something’s coming out!”
He stopped, frowning at her words. “What do you mean?”
“Something salty!” she said from below and he flushed.
“That’s…” Gods, what could he even say. “Fine. It’s normal.”
He felt her tongue against his slit and he tensed considerably. “It’s bitter!”
He was going to kill her, goddammit. He withdrew to lean up, looking down at her and she licked her lips, her eyes bright as they met his. He forced her back down on his cock, controlling her motions for a second just to feel a bit of control over her. She let him without a struggle and he pulled away from her, hitting her lips with the head of his cock. “Lick.”
She licked, her tongue sloppy against him, a bit of saliva forming at the corners of her mouth but he didn’t care. It seemed almost more deprived and lewd that way. He moved her up, allowing her to once again lick the tip and he held her steady as he gripped himself. He needed to come and her inexperience wasn’t going to get him there. “Open your mouth.”
She did and he began furiously jerking off, looking around just in case anyone was near before he focused back on her. She was waiting, patient, her tongue out and her small mouth open and he closed his eyes, cursing everything about the damned world before he thought of how it was going to feel pounding her little body. He wouldn’t even fit, gods above, she was so small and the thought of how tight that was going to feel sent him over the edge. He forced her to drink it, her movements sloppy as she tried to catch it but what didn’t go on her mouth dripped down to her chin and chest, his seed marking her body.
He let go of her head, his hands shaking as he did and she slowly leaned up, struggling as she swallowed. She licked at what she had missed, the white sticky mess starting to coat her fingers as she wiped at them and he lost it, roughly kissing her, tasting himself – gods above what was wrong with him – and she moaned against him.
When he pulled away she let out a pant, her eyes glazing over. “M-Master…”
He kissed her again, tilting her chin up as he did just to get that bit of a power trip. He released her and tossed her down on the grass, grabbing the potion bottles to uncork them and he set to work, more determined now so he could know if what he imagined felt better. He poured one against her, trying hard not to rush as he fingered her but how wet she was and tight only drove him further and she began whining from below, calling his title.