Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
He’s rough, and forceful with his thrusts, but he’s also stroking me gently, and waiting for my reaction when I stir too rapidly or choke on his long shaft. I feel so very filthy when saliva dribbles down my chin and I sense it drip on my chest, but while this is shameful for someone in my position, someone who should rule over others or face humiliation, I long to be the vessel for his lust. I want Hawk to use me how he likes, to squeeze and prod me. I want to drink his cum with the same fervor I dedicated to my alchemical studies.
This human might be lowborn, a fugitive, and crude, but I adore him more than anything. I don’t care if I shouldn’t find his crassness exciting, because I love his raw hunger for my body.
With Hawk, I can be my purest self, like a diamond pulled out of a ring so it can be seen in all its glory.
“That’s it, throat tight and open for me, your perfect body ready for my cum. Such a pretty little cock,” Hawk mumbles and tugs on my hair, speeding up his thrusts as I stroke myself with abandon. I’m not even offended for being called little because I know he finds it attractive.
I gag a bit when the sensation of fullness becomes too much, but I’m too aroused to care. All I can think of is him watching me jerk off to the edge of orgasm. The excitement is painted all over his face just like when he pushed his dick into me for the first time, as if I’m the pinnacle of his lusty dreams.
When he withdraws, I embarrass myself by attempting to reach his shaft with my tongue. Oh, how low have I stooped, but I can’t get enough of his desire for me. When I see him rubbing his cock in fast, jerky motions while the green spores float all around us, I offer him my open mouth.
His cum is hot on my face. I shiver, and when I taste it, already covered with its thick drops, my own balls tighten, and I come, twisting on the soft mushroom cap.
“Fuuuck, baby boy,” Hawk rasps, offering me the head of his cock to kiss. This might be my new favorite angle to watch his prick from. I’m still panting, mouth open, when he drags two fingers over my face, gathers some of his seed, and then smears it over my lips. “I’m going to have the most delicious eternity with your greedy mouth. Tell me how much you liked having your tonsils rubbed,” he teases with a smirk and heat burns me from the inside.
“I…”
He trails his finger over my sticky cheek. “You made such a pretty mess all over yourself.” He points out my cum-stained chest. “Go on, say ‘I’m a needy boy and I love your meat in my mouth’.”
I swallow, pushing down my shirt, even though my cock is still exposed. “I’m… a needy boy who loves your meat in my mouth,” I admit with cheeks on fire.
Hawk grins, then leans in and kisses my sticky lips. “That’s my good little prince. I’ll enjoy defiling your royal highness again very soon.”
He lets go of my hair to grab my shoulder when my world whirs, and I’m about to fall back. My bones feel soft like the damn mushroom. I use the ripped shirt to clean myself a little, but I still smell of sex. How can I complain though, when the sight of Hawk pulling up his pants makes me salivate all over again.
“You really can’t get enough of me, can you?” I utter between catching one deep breath and another.
His eyes open wider, and he’s back between my thighs, a grin firmly planted on his face as he kneels to be at my eye level. “How is that surprising? You are literally the best-looking person I’ve ever seen. Slender, cute as a button, but deadly. You have those big blue eyes, pale hair, the little nose, ass like a damn peach, and a BJ-swollen mouth,” he adds, winking when he slides his arms around me, claiming me all over again. “And you’re so smart on top of that, but still chose me. Just thinking about you makes me horny.”
I wrap my arms around his neck. “It doesn’t bother you that I barely reach your shoulder?” I utter and kiss his round ear, which might be the only ‘cute’ thing about him.
He snorts and pulls me off the mushroom, adjusting my clothes once my unsteady feet are back on the ground. “Honey cheeks, I couldn’t date if that bothered me, because I’ve not yet met anyone taller than me other than my dad. But I love that you’re so compact. That I can just pick you up with one hand whenever I want to, toss you to the bed, hold down those tiny wrists. Makes me feel all big and mighty. I bet I could fuck you holding you up no problem,” he adds with a vicious laugh.