Page 10 of His Noble Savior (Folk of Vale #3)

Lilian

Lilian was the luckiest fae in Vale. He couldn’t believe that Richard was, for the second time, hovering above him in bed, not only applying faerie oil but also intent on sating his desires. Richard awoke a lust that’d been slumbering for months. Lilian had thought he wouldn’t want someone touching him intimately ever again, but with Richard, he yearned for it and more.

Deep down, in the corner of his mind where he stashed away his most secret thoughts, Lilian dreamed about what else he’d like Richard to do. The notion of penetration was scary, but he couldn’t deny the appeal of having Richard deep inside him—and not just his finger. Of course, that would never happen.

If Richard was inclined that way, he would’ve pushed Lilian for sex by now. Perhaps Richard’s romantic interests were limited to women—he was courting a princess after all. It’d explain why he hadn’t taken advantage of Lilian sleeping in his bed. Or maybe he liked men but found Lilian unappealing. Who’d be interested in a lesser fae anyway? Lilian had no political value, and with his washed-out appearance, nobody would find him attractive.

Richard’s curling finger washed those thoughts away. Lilian couldn’t contain the passion swirling through him and dropped a keen moan, letting Richard know how good he made him feel. His gentle touch was a world away from the pain the orcs had inflicted on him, and Lilian pushed into it, chasing pressure. Bliss knocked into him, and he gasped as his nipples hardened with arousal. His cock leaked onto his stomach.

“F-Feels good.”

Lilian was brimming with lust. He’d found release once with Richard, but that’d been days ago. Richard pressing into his most sensitive spot had sparks shooting into his balls. Lilian wanted more. He craved girth; he yearned to be rubbed.

“Could you…” Lilian trailed off, flushing as he gathered the courage to say the rest, “…add another finger?”

It came out as a question, giving Richard room to say no. Two fingers were more than what was needed to apply faerie oil. It’d stretch Lilian, making it inherently sexual. Right now, they could pretend that any orgasm he had was incidental. With two fingers probing and stroking him that was no longer the case.

Richard didn’t hesitate. He withdrew and poured more oil, slicking a second digit. Lilian’s mouth watered. Richard’s fingers were long and deft, and he kept his nails short, ensuring he wouldn’t hurt him.

When he returned to Lilian’s entrance, the width of his digits was a shock. Richard stacked them on top of each other to minimize their girth on penetration, but they still felt enormous. A tremor raced through Lilian.

“Look at me,” Richard said, and Lilian’s gaze flew to his. “Are you uncomfortable?”

“N-No.”

“Should we stop? Two fingers might be too much.”

“Keep going,” Lilian said, though he couldn’t control the quaking of his limbs.

“Are you sure? You’re shaking.”

How could Lilian explain? “The orcs overstretched me. It hurt so much. I know you wouldn’t hurt me, but my body is scared of pain.”

Richard’s hazel eyes dulled with sadness. “I’d be afraid, too, had I gone through what you have. Is there anything I can do to calm you?”

“Come closer.” Lilian wasn’t going to tell Richard that he wanted to inhale his scent, that he wanted his low, smooth voice in his ear.

Richard moved from kneeling before Lilian to lying by his side. Lilian moaned when Richard’s clothing slid over his bare skin. The first lungful of that divine sandalwood and leather scent made him dizzy.

“Better?” Richard whispered in his ear, his damp, hot breath caressing Lilian.

As if in response, Lilian’s anal muscles slackened. “Yessss.” The groan rolled off his tongue as Richard inserted his fingers, which, thanks to the faerie oil and Lilian relaxing, slid in easily. “So full. So good.” He clenched, and a pleasured whine rose in his throat.

“That’s it,” Richard rumbled, his voice dropping, turning sultry. “You’re taking my fingers so well.”

They were only halfway inside him, but already, his hole was alive with the tingling of the faerie oil. They provided girth and rubbed the oil thoroughly into his inner walls. Lilian whimpered.

“Do you want more?” Richard asked, and it sounded like a promise.

“Yes.”

Richard twisted his hand, and his fingers sank deep into Lilian.

“Yes! Fuck! Yes!”

The combination of faerie oil and Richard’s digits was almost enough to shove him over the edge. Lilian grunted; his hole constricted.

“So much pent-up lust,” Richard mused. “Should we unleash it?” His fingertips glided over Lilian’s prostate, forcing a keen out of him. “Your gland is swollen from the lack of release. Making you come once gave it the barest semblance of relief. If you were mine, I’d milk you every day to ensure you were comfortable and satisfied.”

If you were mine . The words kicked open the doors of possibility. So Richard did like men. And while Lilian wasn’t his and never could be, Richard didn’t find the notion absurd. Lilian had barely wrapped his head around it when the other thing Richard had said slammed into him. I’d milk you . Fuck. Richard was never going to offer, but Lilian would love nothing more than to be drained to the last drop, experiencing one prostate orgasm after the other.

Richard’s fingers traced his gland. “So much unspilled fluid. Holding it in for so long can’t be good for you.” He lifted his head to face Lilian. “When was the last time you’ve been properly milked?” His tone was full of concern.

“It’s been forever.”

“Would you like me to do it for you?” Richard asked, fingertips dancing over Lilian’s bulging gland. “All the faerie oil must’ve made it worse.”

That was true. Faerie oil was most commonly used as a lubricant during sex, not as a remedy. It was known for its ability to replenish spent fluids. Lilian had only come once since they’d started applying the oil, and his insides were virtually bursting with the need for release. No wonder he was hard. If Richard helped him deplete the fluid in his prostate and balls, it’d be easier to control his urges. It’d also be exceedingly pleasurable.

“Won’t that take too long?” Lilian asked. “James is waiting.”

Richard huffed. “Let’s not worry about him. Waiting for us won’t kill him. Your recovery is more important than ensuring he won’t throw a fit because I made him wait. Besides, it’s no good if we return and you’re still so agitated. It’s your choice, but I’d rather relax you first. What do you think?”

With flaming cheeks, Lilian spread his legs as wide as they’d go to give Richard full access. “Please milk me.” He curled an arm around Richard’s shoulders, who lowered and pressed a closed-lip kiss on Lilian’s collarbone.

“Good. I need to circle the base of your cock to keep you from experiencing a penile orgasm. I’ll let you have one at the end to empty your balls, but it’s more effective if I deny you until I’ve drained your gland. Can I touch you?”

“Anywhere you like.”

Lilian’s ears had to be playing tricks on him because he heard a very pleased hum in response. Milking. Draining. Denying . Richard spoke his language.

His big hand slid down Lilian’s stomach, which squirmed with butterflies. To Lilian’s surprise, Richard bypassed his cock, and his fingertips brushed his balls.

“Anywhere?” Richard asked.

“Anywhere.”

“Just making sure.”

Richard’s fingers ran over Lilian’s sack before cupping it, carefully holding his most delicate body part. Lilian had thought he’d never let anybody touch this part of him again, but Richard was, as always, the exception.

“They’re full and heavy,” Richard said, gently weighing Lilian’s balls. “You’ll come like a fountain when you finally unload.”

Lightness filled Lilian’s heart, and it was as if a weight lifted off him. Richard was going to take care of him. And if Lilian wasn’t misinterpreting things, Richard, serious, responsible Richard, was going to have fun doing it. He ran his thumb over Lilian’s balls, making him shiver. Then he withdrew and glided up to his root, circling it with thumb and forefinger, his grip firm without being painful.

Under the pressure of Richard’s hold, Lilian’s cock swelled. Blood flooded his erection, turning it rock-hard and red, the crown bulging with aching need. The latter was so sensitive that the smallest draft of air sent prickling sensations into his loins. Clear fluid beaded in his slit, waiting for a stroke up his length to thicken it and make it spill. That stroke never came. Instead, his swelling veins protruded, ramifying up his shaft, thrumming and palpitating. Fuck. Richard knew how to manipulate his body.

“How do you feel?” Richard asked.

“Aroused.”

“Mmh. Good.”

Richard withdrew his fingers from Lilian’s hole, stilled, then drove inside, hitting him dead center.

“Yes!”

His inner muscles squeezed Richard, grabbing onto him where he touched Lilian’s most special place. A breathy sound blew out of him. Richard’s fingertips tenderly probed his gland. At the care in his touch, the butterflies in Lilian’s stomach danced.

“Your prostate is so full,” Richard said. “It’ll be a relief when you climax, spilling all this fluid. No wonder you were squirming in my lap with all this inside you. I’ll help you find release, make you feel better.”

He nudged it, coaxing a restrained grunt out of Lilian. Fuck, Richard’s touch felt so good. He rubbed him in small circles, creating a swirl of sensations, which spiraled out from his gland into his entire groin and the rest of his body, leaving him needy for more.

The droplet of liquid in Lilian’s slit grew into a fat pearl. Another swipe along his prostate, and enough fluid collected for it to drool down, licking across Lilian’s frenulum. He hissed at the sharp pleasure and moaned when the drop ran along his sensitive underside.

Lilian throbbed, and not just his cock, but every vein in his body was pulsing with lust, flushing his skin pink. Richard paid Lilian’s deprived dick no mind but focused on caressing his prostate, alternating smooth and steady motion with careful jabs, each one provoking a gasp.

Under Richard’s relentless ministrations, Lilian’s desire turned to desperation. He hankered for an orgasm, every touch adding fuel to his burning fire of need. The faerie oil escalated the intensity, and Lilian’s pelvic floor contracted against Richard’s digits, wordlessly asking for release.

“I need to come,” Lilian ground out, fighting the debauched sounds about to spill from his mouth.

“You’re tensing,” Richard said, continuing his maddening circles around Lilian’s love spot. “Your body is readying for an orgasm.” He swallowed. “If you really want to climax now, I could…”

“No,” Lilian pressed out between clenched teeth, sweat pearling on his skin. “I’m about to beg for release. Don’t let me come. Squeeze my root and deny me until my body forces the orgasm from me. You’re right; I need to be milked. Don’t stroke my cock until that’s done, and don’t give in to my pleas. Leave me hanging.”

Another swipe across his gland. “As you wish.” Anyone but Richard would’ve smirked, promising blissful agony, but he showed nothing but devotion. Lilian had to be drained if he wanted a chance at controlling his relentless arousal, and Richard was happy to help.

He withdrew by an inch, leaving Lilian’s prostate sad and alone, crying for his strokes. Richard scissored his fingers, parting Lilian’s insides.

“Oh fuck!”

Lilian’s hole tried to constrict around Richard, his anal muscles fighting to press his digits together. Richard was stronger, spreading Lilian’s trembling inner walls. Open and exposed, Lilian wailed in frustration. Richard drove him insane, and Lilian loved every second of it. The orcs had dominated him in many ways, but they’d never controlled his pleasure. Richard did, and it had Lilian sparking with bliss. He’d given Richard the reins, and Richard knew exactly what to do. His skilled fingers drove Lilian wild, bringing him to the verge of ecstasy and leaving him there. Lilian was dancing on the rim of a volcano, the rumbling heat threatening to erupt at any moment, and Richard was keeping him there, expertly stimulating him toward madness. He wasn’t even touching Lilian’s prostate. He was simply holding his wanton, clenching walls apart, driving him crazy while denying him the touch he needed so badly.

“Richard!”

It earned him nothing but Richard’s fingers parting further, putting more strain on his hole. Lilian’s loins trembled with lust.

“N-Need… to… come…”

Richard closed his digits, and a shout of relief bolted out of Lilian. His reprieve was short-lived. Richard struck his prostate with terrifying precision, sending Lilian staggering toward the brink. Oh, how he longed to fall over it and dissolve in mind-shattering convulsions. Richard’s grip on his base was unyielding, forestalling his orgasm. His insides twitched with the building strain, eager to detonate into gratifying convulsions.

“Please…”

Lilian hoped for his body to snap, for his mounting arousal to overcome the hold Richard had on him and send him flying into climax. He writhed, a sheen of sweat slicking his skin. His hole tingled; his core begged for completion.

“You’re close,” Richard said, lovingly rubbing Lilian’s pleasure center. “Your prostate is trembling with need. It’s so responsive. Every time I stroke you, it contracts. It’s ready to come.” He ran a lazy circle around it, making it quake in anticipation. “So needy. So full and desperate to be milked.”

At those words, a gush of precum sluiced out of Lilian and drooled down his aching erection.

“Look at that,” Richard said, sounding as if he was talking to himself. He massaged his fingertips into Lilian’s gland, coaxing more of the fluid to flow from his slit. It soaked Lilian’s length, and for a split second, Richard’s eyes focused on it as if he was contemplating licking it up. That was nonsense, of course. Why would Richard want to do that?

He bestowed a series of increasingly urgent beats upon Lilian’s core. Lilian’s loins churned. His hole constricted.

“Make me come… P-Please…”

Richard’s grip was unwavering, but his fingers sped up, hammering at Lilian’s gland. The urge climbed impossibly high. There was nothing Lilian wouldn’t have done to climax. Richard pistoned into him.

“Yes… Oh fuck… Yes…” Lilian squirmed as pleasure seized his body. “Fuck… I can’t…” His balls sat full and tight against his body; his insides clamped down on Richard’s digits. His gland convulsed under the relentless attack. Lilian was barreling toward orgasm, and when Richard’s fingers virtually vibrated against him, all was lost.

“YES!”

The world narrowed to the point where Richard made love to his core. Then it exploded. Lilian came with a cry, his insides contracting with devastating force, gripping Richard’s digits as they stopped pounding him and burrowed into his gland, making it convulse in orgasm.

“Richard! Yes! RICHARD!”

The complete loss of control to the force of his climax was as frightening as it was freeing. Lilian’s cock lurched, spitting ropes of cum. His balls shuddered, but with no stimulation to his dick and Richard’s hold on his root, they stood no chance to unload.

Powerful convulsions rattled Lilian. His insides pumped, forcing copious amounts of release out of his body. High-pitched, happy shouts tore out of him, telling Richard how good he made him feel, how much he loved the glorious pressure his fingertips exerted on his blissed-out gland.

But no matter how much cum he spilled, his sexual energy didn’t drop. If anything, by the time his contractions slowed to aftershocks, his need to come again had reached a new high.

Richard probed him, and Lilian expected to flinch back from the touch to his oversensitive prostate, but he found it desperate for more, eagerly contracting at the nudge.

Richard’s fingertips rounded it. “Still quite full.”

Lilian eyed his cum-drenched stomach. How could there be more inside him? The faerie oil and lack of release must’ve built up his fluids to the point of overflowing. No wonder he was desperate for an outlet.

As Lilian’s hammering heart calmed, Richard resumed his strokes. With his cock trapped in Richard’s clasp, his balls full and heavy, and his gland keenly responding to every brush, Lilian’s arousal spiked in seconds. He moaned as Richard rubbed his overfull knot of lust. The longer Richard caressed him, the more his hole narrowed, the louder the sounds he spilled grew.

“That’s it,” Richard said. “Let go. I’m going to milk you thoroughly. I’m going to milk you to the last drop.”

His digits ground into Lilian, guiding him toward his next climax. Deft and skilled, Richard’s fingers teased filthy little sounds out of him. Any whore in Verdell would be proud of the unrestrained cascade of slutty noises Lilian made, each one in response to a nudge from Richard.

His pulse accelerated, and his cock, which stood tall thanks to the firm pressure Richard applied, hardened to granite. His neglected dick screamed for Richard to fist and jerk him, for him to smear Lilian’s release all over his rod, pumping him toward a murderously intense orgasm.

None of that happened. Lilian’s cock twitched in the air, silently begging for touch, but Richard’s attention remained on his hole, plundering it with swift fingers. Lilian’s insides were wet with faerie oil, and the in and out produced obscene sloshing noises. They fanned Lilian’s need to spill, leaving him trembling under Richard. He narrowed, clutching those elation-inducing fingers.

“Your hole gets so tight when you’re close,” Richard said, and it sounded like a compliment. As if Richard liked the notion of Lilian clamping down on his digits—or something else—before he combusted and spouted his seed.

Lilian groaned, and his inner walls closed in further. Richard wouldn’t have been able to pull out if he wanted to.

“Take my fingers,” Richard purred, slamming the tips into Lilian’s seizing core.

“Yes!”

“God, I can feel how your prostate just wants to come again.”

Lilian shook with the sexual energy ricocheting through him. His body hankered for another climax. And Richard… If Lilian didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought he enjoyed watching his orgasms as much as Lilian loved experiencing them. His fingers were fast and experienced, rubbing and beating Lilian with masterful precision. Richard played his body like an instrument, urging him toward the edge.

Lilian’s hole cinched. Desire mounted. “Richard…”

“You’re about to orgasm, aren’t you? Good. Let me milk you some more. Let me help you empty that needy little gland of yours.”

A guttural moan tore out of Lilian.

“Don’t hold back now. You deserve to come hard and fast. You deserve to be satisfied to the core. Unleash it all. I want you to orgasm as violently as you can.”

That did it. Lilian screamed as release ripped into him, long spurts of cum hurling out of his throbbing cock. Wild, ecstatic spasms ravaged his hole. He shouted until he was hoarse. Richard plunged into his prostate time and again, forcing his climax to continue for a full minute, turning him into a twitching, coming mess on the sheets.

Just as Lilian descended from his high, his balls still churning with the need to unload, Richard prodded his gland again. A desperate sound flew out of Lilian. His core palpitated.

“Let’s milk you some more while you’re out of it. This one should hit you even harder.”

Richard lashed his prostate. All the energy that’d threatened to dissipate gathered in Lilian’s middle, swirling to the beat of the furious knocks to his love spot.

Fuck. Lilian had never known sex like this. He’d had good, bad and horrible experiences. No one had touched him this skillfully, kept him so close to the edge regardless of whether he’d already come. His hole clenched and unclenched in anticipation of the next rounds of convulsions. They were building deep inside him, Richard’s pistoning fingers driving him toward another gushing release.

“Fuck! Richard!” Lilian ripped at the sheets. He arched and sank a hand into Richard’s curls, fisting them. His answer was a rough groan.

“You’re doing so well. We’re draining your gland bit by bit. You’ll feel so good once it’s all out, once you’ve exhausted yourself, and we’ve pumped the last drop out of you.”

Was it just Lilian’s lust-fogged mind or was Richard talking dirty? It sounded wonderfully filthy. He loved it when Richard talked him into a climax.

And those fingers… they were whipping him toward orgasm. Lilian had never come three times in such quick succession. It was a testament to Richard’s prowess.

“F-Fuck… You’re going to… make me… come… again…”

Lilian moaned like a slut, and everything faded but Richard’s fingers on his gland, nailing it at an insane speed. His vision went black, his hearing dropped out, and then it happened.

Lilian shrieked as a brutally intense orgasm slammed into him. He bucked, almost flying off the bed, Richard holding him down. His digits thumped Lilian’s coming hole, plundering it accompanied by the debauched, wet sloshes of the faerie oil. Lilian’s overstimulated prostate seized. It contracted, and a volley of cum hurled from his pulsing crown, splattering onto his chest. His balls shuddered, desperate to unleash as well, leaving Lilian whimpering for more. But Richard’s grip was unforgiving as he exacted a mind-numbing prostate orgasm from Lilian. His balls were denied again, but it didn’t diminish the power of his climax. On the contrary, with his sack unable to relinquish his seed, his body pumped that much harder. Thundering waves of orgasmic cramps possessed his insides, their force milking his gland for everything it had.

Splash after splash hit Lilian, the velocity of his spurts only increasing as his release peaked. He went into full-body tremors, which shook him in time with his spasming insides. He grunted through clenched teeth. Richard didn’t let up, fingering his hole through the climax, triggering a spout of cum every time he rammed his digits into his convulsing core.

It never stopped. Whenever Lilian’s orgasm threatened to ebb away, Richard sped up, driving him into new rounds of contractions. They built and built until they crested and crashed into Lilian like a tidal wave, making him seize and moan and thrash in Richard’s arms.

When Richard pulled out, Lilian was panting, covered in cum and had crumpled the sheets into a hopeless mess. Lilian would’ve been ready to pass out from blissful exhaustion had it not been for his neglected cock, which stood proud and keen between his legs. He wasn’t finished.

Richard unfurled his fingers from around Lilian’s root, setting his erection free. Precum oozed out of his tip, drenching his dick.

Lilian let go of Richard’s hair. Had he yanked at it? He couldn’t remember; he’d been too lost in the throes of passion. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

Richard’s lips curved. “You didn’t. I like it when you lose control.” He reached for the faerie oil and poured it into his palm, reapplying some to his digits and spreading the rest on his other hand. “Are you ready to empty these?” He traced his dry thumb over Lilian’s balls. They sat high against his base, plump and full to bursting.

“So ready.”

Richard closed his fist around Lilian’s cock. He didn’t move, allowing the faerie oil to do its work. Within seconds, warmth rushed over Lilian where Richard’s slick hand engulfed him. The tingles came a moment later, peppering him like a thousand kisses.

Lilian had never enjoyed anyone’s touch this much. He worried his bottom lip. Had they crossed a line? Richard was as kind as ever, giving Lilian everything he could dream of. But wasn’t this different from Richard applying oil to heal his soreness? Wasn’t it different from keeping Lilian fed and clothed? Lilian loved every second of it, but what if Richard resented him?

“You all right?” Richard asked, perceptive as always, dragging his oiled hand up Lilian’s length. And fuck, it felt so good, Lilian let loose a breathy gasp.

“Yes.” Then something else crossed his mind. “We’ve been a while. Are you sure your guests won’t mind?”

Richard jerked Lilian in a loose grip, keeping his wrist relaxed. “Don’t worry about them. This is my castle. On the other hand…” Richard smirked.

“What?”

“We have been taking a lot of time. What if Raziel comes to check on us?” A devilish grin spread on Richard’s face as he lazily stroked Lilian.

“Oh.” Lilian felt the color drain from his face.

“What if he walks in on us and sees you covered in cum? That poor innocent elf would be shocked to see how dirty humans and fae get. I bet he’d be jealous of how happy you look.”

Lilian looked happy? Well, he was happy, and Richard’s teasing amused him. Raziel wouldn’t dare to march into a lord’s bedchamber.

Lilian’s eyes dropped to the steady rise and fall of Richard’s hand, and he had to pinch his lips to contain a lustful moan. Richard was so fucking good at this.

He nudged Lilian’s entrance with the fingers of his free hand, and Lilian pushed out. Stretched from the earlier penetration, he accepted Richard easily, who bottomed out in one fluid motion. The fresh faerie oil ignited Lilian, making him thrum with renewed need. The dual caress of his cock and hole brought Lilian to the edge, this time with no pressure on his base to hold him back. To make matters worse, Richard slid his lubed palm over Lilian’s aching cockhead on every other upstroke. Lilian pulsed in Richard’s hand, his insides tightening as those fucking perfect fingers sought out his prostate. When Richard nudged it, lust bolted into him.

“You like this,” Richard said, fingertips tracing the little bundle of nerves. As if Lilian’s multiple orgasms hadn’t given it away.

“More than I can say.”

“You’re going to be so loose and relaxed when I’m done with you.”

It was the sweetest promise. Before meeting Richard, Lilian was the furthest from loose and relaxed whenever someone was “done with him.” He’d be in pain and curling into a ball, hoping he’d be left alone for the rest of the day. He rarely had such luck. Richard was the polar opposite. He gave Lilian more than he could’ve dreamed of. Lilian would never own Richard’s heart, but if he could have this, he’d gladly take it.

“I love what you’re doing to me.”

The words slipped out of Lilian’s mouth before he considered them. Damn it. He hadn’t meant to say that. Except he had, kind of.

“I’m glad.” His eyes flitted to Lilian’s. “I told you I’d give you anything you’d ask for. You need release, so I’m taking care of it. I’d be a lousy lover if I made it impersonal.”

It would’ve been easy for Richard to quickly apply faerie oil and jerk Lilian off. It could’ve been done in minutes. Instead, Richard kept his guests waiting because he wanted to ensure Lilian was thoroughly satisfied before they returned downstairs. How Lilian deserved such great care, he didn’t know. Richard pleasured him with unwavering dedication, asking for nothing in return. Fae custom demanded Lilian repay him one day. But what could he offer him? He had nothing.

“Where’s your mind?” Richard asked, a smile playing on his lips. “Maybe I am a lousy lover after all if I can’t keep your attention.”

“No! You have the best hands.”

“Do I?” Richard dragged his thumb over Lilian’s flared head, making him groan.

“Fuck… Yes…”

“That’s the sound I was hoping for.” Richard was going slowly, stretching the moment. If Lilian hadn’t known better, he would’ve thought Richard was savoring every second. That, of course, was absurd. “Let’s get you another orgasm. Your balls must be bursting.”

They were.

Richard glanced to the side and sucked in his lips, thinking. “I’d like to do something for you, but only if you want it. Please tell me if this is going too far, but I’d like to use my mouth on you.”

Lilian’s stomach dropped. He’d fucking love that. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had someone’s lips and tongue on him.

Richard tapped Lilian’s prostate and simultaneously squeezed his cock, provoking a sluice of precum.

“You probably won’t like it with all the faerie oil,” Lilian said. He wasn’t sure if Richard had meant what he’d offered. Maybe he’d asked because he felt obliged.

Richard blinked. Then his eyes gave a warm spark. “I wasn’t talking about your cock. I should’ve clarified.”

Not his cock? It took a moment before understanding dawned on Lilian. Then his world tilted sideways. He wouldn’t have let anyone there , but Richard was his exception. “Yes.”

“Let me know if you don’t like it, or if you want me to do something differently. I can stop anytime.”

Richard slid down the bed and lifted Lilian’s leg onto his shoulder for better access. Hot, damp breath ghosted over Lilian’s tight balls. Then a pair of plush, wet lips settled on one of his testicles in an opened-mouthed kiss.

Lilian almost passed out from pleasure. Richard fisted his cock, traced his prostate, and before Lilian had time to comprehend the rest, he took that sensitive ball into the hot cave of his mouth.

Richard’s face between his legs. His mouth on Lilian’s most vulnerable body part, a slick tongue gently sliding over him. Lilian lost it. His cock squirted precum; his stomach contracted. This was fucking heaven. It had to be. He must’ve been killed by the orcs and gone straight to heaven. There was no other explanation for why gorgeous, noble Richard would bestow such delights on him.

Richard’s tongue curled around him, his fingers probed his gland, and Lilian cried out. His legs trembled; his hands yanked at the sheets, ripping them in feverish ecstasy. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. It was too bloody good. Another lick and rapturous tears leaked from his eyes. Nobody had made love to him like this. That was what it was—making love. Fucking didn’t feel this divine.

And then Richard moaned. The vibration of it traveled into the depths of Lilian’s loins. Whatever fever dream this was, Lilian didn’t want it to end.

“You taste so good. So sweet.”

Rational thought was impossible when Richard was saying things like that. He lifted Lilian’s testicle with his tongue, and an orgasm rushed forward. Lilian wasn’t going to last. Not like this.

Richard mouthed and kissed his sack, slow and sensual, then moved to the other side, dragging his full, slick lips over Lilian’s testicle. Lilian’s eyes fluttered closed, and a wave of sensations engulfed him, Richard licking and stroking him inside and out.

Richard cared for him deeply. There were ways to explain away everything else he did but not this. Lilian felt loved, and with Richard’s mouth on him so intimately, he couldn’t help but groan, a litany of debauched noises streaming out of him.

“Richard…”

Spurred on, Richard jerked him faster, his hand flying up and down Lilian’s cock while his fingers fucked him mercilessly and his mouth drowned him in the sweetest caress. Richard nailed his prostate, and it contracted just as his balls climbed to his root and his cock straightened, pulsing.

“YES!”

The orgasm came hard and fast, hitting him like a battering ram. Lilian arched. Every part of him shaking, he came in a thunder of convulsions, his insides rapidly squeezing and releasing Richard’s fingers, his cock jerking. Cum coated his chest and stomach; it drenched the sheets. He pushed onto Richard’s digits, chasing their pressure. Richard knew what to do. He plunged into Lilian’s gland, and a monster of an orgasmic wave hit him, setting off contractions deep in his core. Richard’s hot mouth bathed him.

Lilian screamed, every muscle twitching in release. His whole body was coming, each convulsion praising Richard. He ravished Lilian, fingered him through his ecstatic cramps until he didn’t know up from down. Spout after spout hit Lilian’s chest. He should’ve long stopped coming, but Richard didn’t let up, and the faerie oil was doing the rest. The combination had Lilian writhing, moaning and quivering, his insides furiously pumping, emptying him.

When Richard had squeezed the last drop out of him, he jabbed Lilian’s gland and sucked his balls, making him come dry. It should’ve hurt, but slick with faerie oil, Lilian only knew pleasure, and he exploded into another climax. He was still coming when he blacked out.