I gently give him another rub. His entire form does something, almost like it’s now vibrating to a frequency that I can’t hear.
“Is this okay?” I whisper.
He shudders. Undulates.
“Yes.”
I grin and begin stroking him in earnest. The angle is a little awkward, but I’ve done more with less.
He drapes himself over my back. Shadows twirl lazily over my nipples, drift gently over my cock. Soft, barely there movements, as if he is far too distracted by what I’m doing to his cock to focus on anything else.
My grin stretches even wider. Talk about flattering.
I press down harder on his cock, speed up a little. He makes a truly delightful sound, then he wriggles, does something, and suddenly his clothes are gone and I’m touching naked shadow cock.
It feels incredible. Silky, weighty, and girthy. Far warmer than I expected, almost hot to touch. All while maintaining a wispy, mistlike, feel. Like stroking super condensed shadows. Darkness given gravity. All pliable and throbbing.
Oh fuck.
It’s by far the nicest cock I’ve ever been acquainted with, and my mouth is watering with how much I want it.
But for now, having it in my hand is all kinds of fun. Especially the way Dis is reacting. It’s almost as if no one has ever given him a handjob before.
Oh crap. What if that’s true? Do weapons get to shag? Is royalty allowed to play the field? He was given Hex’s ex-fiance when he stole Hex’s throne. But Hex took his throne back and the fiance that went with it and decided he wanted neither, before Dis could get married. So he was royalty and engaged. Maybe he wasn’t allowed to sleep around?
He’s definitely sucked cock before, it’s totally impossible to be that good at it without extensive practice. Nevertheless, that doesn’t mean he’s ever done anything else.
Wow.
I’m not sure how I feel about that. Some people get off on the virgin thing. It’s never appealed to me. And I really don’t think losing your virginity to the witch who summoned you is ideal, but…
Dis shudders. He groans, so low I can barely hear it. His cock thickens and swells in my hand.
Okay, I can angst over the morals later. This is happening and it’s happening now.
His arms wrap around my chest. His head rests on my shoulder. A backwards hug. It’s incredibly endearing. It’s making my heart go all funny.
I stroke his cock with renewed determination, suddenly very inspired to give him a mind-blowing experience.
My hand dances up and down his silky length. He grows even harder, more solid. More undeniably real.
I throw in a little twist of my wrist, and the reaction is immediate and dramatic. Static zaps over my hand, along my spine. His entire form sparks with it as he presses against my back.
He makes a sound like a soft sigh, a deep exhale.
The living room vibrates, the frequency rising and falling. I can feel it in my teeth and in my chest.
There is an ominous splintering sound. I look down just in time to see a hairline crack race over the floorboards along the edge of the carpet. Then there is a thud and a section of plaster, the size of my head, falls from the ceiling and lands near the sofa.
Then abruptly, everything is quiet and still.
I draw in a shaky breath. That was… I shriek as the room tilts. Wait, it’s not the room spinning, it’s me. Dis is manhandling me and now I’m on the futon, face smooshed against it, knees on it, ass in the air, right where Dis is kneeling.
He pauses. “Is this okay?”
Oh my. What a student. Ten out of ten for quicklearning.
“Yes!” I gurgle before I’ve fully processed the question, but who cares. Processing is overrated.
