Those pointed ears of his… I stroked up the outside edge of one with a finger and watched him shiver. Sensitive? I lightly pinched both and rubbed up and down, tracing the points. He pulled off my cock with yelp, only to then blink up at me and blush bright red.
I grinned. “Too much?”
He gulped and nodded. “You’ll make me come.”
“Oh?” That sounded fun. “Good to know.”
He rolled his eyes and sighed like someone who regretted admitting they were ticklish.
“You gonna…” I asked, pointing at my shiny dick.
He clicked his tongue at me as if I’d insulted him.
“Hey.” I cupped his jaw to stall him. “Save yours for me.”
He smirked at me, lifted my cock out of the way, and sucked my whole left nut into his mouth. I thrust my hips instinctively and groaned as my eyes fluttered closed. He wasn’t playing now. I lost touch with reality for a while as he sucked and licked,fondled and stroked. It had been such a long time since someone put this much effort toward getting me off.
“Sol… Sol—” I tried warning him, pushing him back, but he grabbed my hands, held them down on the bench seat, and sucked the fucking life out of me. I didn’t usually make a lot of noise, but I legit yelled my head off as he drank it all down.
I don’t know how long it took me to blink my eyes open again and look at him, but he was still there and gently tucking me back into my pants. When he finished buttoning all those buttons, he went back over and sat on his bench. Swear to god, he looked entirely satisfied.
And the feathers were heading down his neck now. Was that happening because of— No, that was way too arrogant, even for me. I couldn’t possibly be the reason he was changing like that. It would be great if I was having an influence on him that might help with breaking the curse. But changing his appearance?
“Whenever you’re ready,” he said and rubbed at his very obvious erection heading down his pant leg.
I chuckled at him. Challenge accepted. I knee-walked the two steps over to him and shoved his legs wide apart. For three and a half years, I unbuttoned his pants—they seriously needed zippers around here—and then his long slender cock was all mine.
As I slowly licked up the underside from base to tip, I wondered if there would soon be little bitty feathers down here.Nah, probably not. Be interesting if he changed colors, though. Like an actual blue dick and blue balls?Ha!
“For fuck’s sake, why are you laughing?”
“I’m having a good time.”
I swallowed him as far as I could to shut him up. No joke, he had to be eight or nine inches. It was a glorious struggle to have.
He was also loud as hell. Nobody was going to have to guess what was happening in here. They’d know.
I wanted that. Theyshouldknow. They should hear him losing his mind as I bobbed on his cock and massaged his prostate from the outside. Iwantedthem to know it was me making him feel that good.
But I shouldn’t want that. He wasn’t mine to claim. I wasn’t even sure he’d be okay with me feeling that possessive of him.
I still made him come like a volcano erupting, though.Thatwas mine. I did that.
While he slumped there, panting and eyes barely open, I put his cock away and re-buttoned his pants. Getting up off my knees reminded me that I wasn’t as young as I thought anymore, so I took a moment to loom over him while everything realigned.
Solaris made a little noise and reached for me, but then looked away and took his hand back. I could read him instantly. He wanted, but he wasn’t sure I did.
I sat on the bench, pulled him across my lap so that he was sitting beside me but leaning on my chest, and held him there. He’d looked a little startled by all the manhandling, but then he sighed and closed his eyes.
It was damn near stifling in here, I was sweating everywhere he touched me, and I was facing the wrong way. But I stayed right where I was and held him while he slept.
Motion sicknessin a carriage was totally possible and the only reason I woke Solaris up. With my head out the window to feel the breeze coming at me in the right direction, I realized we were about to ride up to a castle.
“We’re here,” I said as something not related to a queasy stomach pulsed through me. It was probably anxiety—I had no idea what was about to happen.
Solaris, who’d been leaning close to rub my back, sighed and said, “Finally. I’m taking a bath first thing. Do not complain about my water usage.”
I barked a laugh and looked around as the carriage crossed a bridge over a muddy moat. The cream-colored stones of the castle itself looked like limestone with massive wooden beams forming the gate doors. We passed under a wicked metal portcullis and into a town. That was when I realized this was the kind of castle that was built for defense, not the fancy kind to show off wealth.
