Page 100 of Forge the Blade

“You didn’t tie me up.” Frustration laced Sevastyan’s tone and there was nothing he could do about it. His goddex was being mean. “Aren’t sacrifices supposed to be tied up?”

Ellisandre chuckled. “I did tie you up. Now be a good little meal.” They bent back down, dragging their tongue on the crease where his thigh met his groin. Sevastyan trembled, leaving bruises in his own skin as he tried to stay still.

A moment later a finger pushed inside of him. They pressed kisses to his knees and stroked a hand over his belly, all while dancing over his prostate on the inside. Sweat broke out over his skin, leaving him hot and cold at the same time. His body tightened like a bowstring, and then sagged against the bed, unable to hold that much tension without respite. “Goddex, please.”

They ground their finger over his prostate with deliberate precision. His cock twitched and more fluid trickled from his slit.

“I’m thinking about a milkshake, but I don’t think it’s ready to come out yet.”

“It’s ready. I promise it’s ready.”

“Hm. But I like mine well stirred.” Ellisandre hummed as they suckled on the tip of Sevastyan’s cock. “Not quite yet.”

Sevastyan wailed. There was no one but Ellisandre to hear him.

“Someday, when we have the time, I think I’ll edge you for a full day.” Ellisandre played their fingers over the tight skin of Sevastyan’s balls. “Wake you up with the sun. Tease you. Stuff you. Not let you cum. Tie your arms behind your back, fill you up with a plug. Feed you breakfast. Edge you on the floor and leave you there like a pretty rug. Let you eat lunch off my feet. Fill you full of an enema, then drain you and leave a vibe in your hole for the afternoon. Bring you to the edge every two hours all night. Fuck you as the sun rises until you pass out.”

“Can’t. Do. That. Tonight.” Sevastyan panted. This version of Ellisandre was insane. Perhaps he shouldn’t let them see him in danger too often.

“Hm. I know. It’s unfortunate. I’m developing a thing for turning you into a sobbing mess and keeping you there.” Ellisandre smiled down at Sevastyan with lidded eyes and tapped directly on his prostate. He shuddered.

Sevastyan

Around two in the morning Ellisandre untied the ropes on Sevastyan’s cock and deep-throated him. There were deities behind Sevastyan’s eyes when he finally came down their throat. It felt like being drained.

Ellisandre waited to lick their lips until after he was able to open his eyes. “Your sacrifice was acceptable.” They wiped their mouth with the back of their hand.

Sevastyan groaned. Ellisandre laughed and got off the bed. They came back with a washcloth and wiped away the worst of the sweat. There was no semen. They’d licked all of that away.

“I’m not a cum fountain,” Sevastyan murmured.

Ellisandre tossed the washcloth in the direction of the bathroom, actually getting it inside the door. “I know.” They turned back and snuggled against him, pulling the covers over them both. “You’re my deadly assassin who I use as a cum fountain.”

Sevastyan rolled onto his side, nuzzling his head in under Ellisandre’s. Their arms wrapped around him. He slotted his thigh between theirs. For just this moment, the world was made up of only this hotel room and Ellisandre, and that was where he wanted to stay for as long as he could.

Ellisandre

Ellisandre and Sevastyan lay together in the small hours of the morning, Sevastyan’s head on Ellisandre’s shoulder, their arm holding him. They nuzzled Sevastyan’s hair. “We should call The Residency.

“Don’t want to move.” Their boy was still floating in submission and drowning in exhaustion. It would be the easiest time to take away his choice and tell The Residency they were coming. Once something was set, Sevastyan could do anything. If he had to choose, he might balk.

Ellisandre reached out and found a phone, one of Sevastyan’s burners. “Using yours, the white one. It’s a burner, right?”

“Yes.” Sevastyan pressed his forehead in against Ellisandre’s collarbone.

Holding Sevastyan tight, they typed in Richard’s personal phone number from memory.

Richard answered on the third ring. “Reevesworth speaking.”

“Can I talk to everyone?” There was only so much they were willing to say on an open line. Richard would recognize their voice.

Richard hesitated. “One moment.”

There were sounds of feet crossing floors of different textures. Richard called out Émeric’s name and a moment later he spoke in what sounded like a more open space. “Damian, Jun, Ellisandre is on the phone.”

Internally, Ellisandre winced. Richard was going to need a lot of training over the next few months.

“They have our numbers,” Damian’s voice said, approaching the phone. He sounded puzzled. In the background, Richard said Collin’s name. That was everyone.