“No more talking,” he says. “I’m going to make you scream until your throat is too raw for words.”
I give a small smile back. It’s alright. I’m used to this.
And I won’t give up. Because maybe one day, he’ll realize he’s safe with me. He can let down the walls he’s built so high. One day, he’ll let me protect him.
Westaggerthroughthehallways back to Dayton’s chambers in the Summer Wing. He throws me on the bed and stands between my legs, peering down at me like some sort of sea king from legend: his chest naked and shiny with perspiration, hair wild and mussed from my hands; the seashell necklace dangling between his pecs.
The blood on his chest only makes him look hotter.
“Do you see this?” He grabs his thick cock through his pants.
How could I not see it? It’s the cock of a god: huge and straining, and I know it so well I can practically taste the salty pre-cum I know trickles down its girth.
“Answer me.” He yanks my shirt collar and pulls me up so I’m eye level with his cock.
“I see it.” My voice comes out a wavering tremble.
He grabs the back of my head and smashes it against his groin. The hard length rolls over my face, the damned fabric of his pants an evil barrier between me and the silky skin beneath.
“Do you feel it?” he growls.
“Yes,” I mumble against the hardness.
“Tonight, this is your cock. All yours, Farron. I’m going to make you feel so good.”
His words make my shaft throb and pulse, begging to be touched. Unable to resist, my tongue falls out, desperately trying to lick his length through the fabric.
Before I can get far, Dayton pulls me up by my jaw until I’m staring into his intense gaze. I probably look a trembling mess before him. “I’m going to claim you like it’s the first time. You belong to me.”
Of the four princes, I’m the youngest. The weakest. But when Dayton owns me like this, I don’t feel weak. I feel like a fucking god, my body creating feelings for him so intense, he can’t control his roars of pleasure. My body can make his cock come like a waterfall. My body can drain the Summer Prince.
Dayton smashes his lips against mine. Each tug of my hair is ecstasy. The feel of his rough hands along my neck, ripping open my shirt, pinching my nipples… It’s utter pleasure. When our cocks slam together, I groan, feeling ripe with need.
With an urgency I know he feels too, I pull his pants down and cup his heavy balls. I let out an unconscious sigh of relief to have him in my hands.
“Yes, pup.” He throws his head back. “Fuck yes, love.”
I tug delicately, first on one than the other. I could listen to his moans of pleasure forever. Why can’t it be like this? Why do we have to obsess over mates and curses? Why can’t it be me and him in this bedroom for the rest of our near-immortal lives?
Rosalina.
The thought shakes me, and my cock pulses in response. No, it wouldn’t be right to be just here with Dayton.I need her.
Her brown eyes and dark hair flood my mind and suddenly, I launch myself at Dayton’s cock, gobbling it up like a starved man. He chokes out in shock, then practically purrs as he pushes deeper into my throat.
I imagine she’s watching us right now, the way she had earlier. That I’m staring at her as I force Dayton’s enormous length deeper and deeper. What if she shared our bed? What if while I sucked Dayton, she sucked me?
I have to shove my pants off and pump my cock from the thought. Imagining her perfect lips around my shaft, her sweet gaze as she swallows my seed.
Pre-cum pearls at my tip and I slick my fingers through it. Dayton sees and grabs my hand, popping my fingers into his mouth. He sucks me in the same rhythm I’m sucking him, and it’s like I’m a man crazed. I can’t get enough of his cock: I want it deeper, harder, more, more, more.
“Easy now.” Dayton pushes gently on my forehead. “Greedy pup. My cum is for your ass, not your mouth.”
He slaps my cheek in a patronizing manner, but I don’t care. Right now, I’d eat out of his hand or turn in a circle if he asked.
He looks down at my cock and bites his lower lip. “Fucking gorgeous.” Then his eyes drift up to my face. “You, Farron, are fucking gorgeous.”
The world could be on fire, and I wouldn’t care as long as Dayton keeps looking at me like that. He pushes on my chest and lies me down upon his bed. “Legs up.”