Page 101 of Seared Fates

“Exactly,” he says, with so much warrior pride and possession that even before he licks the white bead dripping down my cockhead, I’m barely coherent. “You taste good, little prince.”

The noise that leaves me is a choked, wet mess of syllables.

My prick is stroked in one long, glorious slide. More pre-cum spilling out of me as cries of pleasure leave my open mouth.

“What did you say again, Kai? About me stopping?” His rough, calloused hand makes me aware of his every movement against my smooth skin. His other hand gripping onto my hip.

“Pretty sure I said if you stop, I’ll die?”

He laughs, blowing air across my sensitive length, and I tremble under his care. “We wouldn’t want that.”

“Oh fuck!” I moan, head thrown back. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”

“So demanding.” His laughter is dark as he continues stroking, his other hand going to my ass, massaging me.

I slap a hand on the window, needing something to hold. Only to desperately cling to the curtains. Rocking my hips into him, I wheeze when he takes special care to swipe the pre-cum around my head with his thumb and spread the thick liquid back down my length.

My ass is slapped, and my hips buck up.

“I told you, didn’t I, Kai?”

My gaze drops to Vidar on his knees, pleasure twisting hot in my gut. The sight alone nearly makes me come, warmth spilling from my slit in a slow, unbearable pulse.

“You deserve to be worshipped.”

Hot wet heat engulfs my cockhead, and my screaming moan is loud enough to rattle the fucking windows.

Vidar sucks me, his tongue lapping up my pre-cum like he’s hungry. Groaning at the taste and the rumble of it sends sharp tremors across my cockhead. The pleasure is as overwhelming as the act is unexpected.

He moulds my ass, his longer fingers slipping between my crack and stroking down.

All I can do is push up my hips in offering for my warrior.

When sure fingers brush against my trembling rim, I scream. Lust waving through my body all the way to my curling toes. Grabbing hold of his hair, I bow over his head, howling as he greedily sucks me in deeper.

I try not to thrust my hips; I don't want him to gag. But Vidar doesn’t seem to give a shit and sucks me down.

He takes hold of my balls. Using the spit to tug and roll them gently, while playing with my spasming hole.

“Oh my fucking GOD!” I cry out, wrecked with tears in my eyes. “I’m gonna cum, oh fuck me, baby, I’m gonna cum!”

I yank Vidar’s hair. Yet he doesn’t stop. A starved, determined need in his gaze as he continues to bob, soaking me in the most perfect sucking heat. His lips stretched around my prick, his nose buried in the brown curls at my groin.

It’s all too much.

Too damn much!

My chest constricts, my fingers aching from gripping his hair. My toes twist into the carpet and then…oh God.

And then…

“Vidar!” His name is a half-broken thing I toss towards the ceiling as cum shoots out of me.

Heat floods my system as I flood his mouth. Head thrown back as gibberish cries break free from my wet, parted lips. Pleasure that I’ve never known engulfs me up to my fluttering eyelashes.

A connection clicks into place, something we didn’t share the first time we did this back in the club. Something I thought I’d need a soul for. Yet as I float back to Earth, sucking in air and falling into Vidar’s lap, if flares bright with the freedom to love without fear.

“I love you, Vidar,” I rasp, a tear rolling down my cheek from the relief of my orgasm. But more so, knowing that while I might be temporarily soulless, I can still love.