Page 12 of Henrikk’s Game

Henrikk reached around with his other hand, both arms wrapped around him now, one fisting his cock, the other squeezing his balls.

And such magnificent balls: Taut. Heavy. Proud.

Fuck, he could have held them all day. It was more satisfying than the crown he’d ripped from King Dmitri’s head, or the first time he’d sunk his fangs into a human to draw blood.

It was better than the first time he’d fucked a woman.

This, right here: cupping Asher’s balls.

It made him feel like he ruled the world.

Asher groaned. He was close.

Henrikk doubled down on his efforts, beginning to perspire as he focused all his attention on driving the general over the edge.

“You’re going to come all over the floor,” Henrikk informed him as Asher’s groans grew louder and more desperate. “Right here in a pathetic puddle, with your ass in the air, full of cock and my cum. And when you’re done, I’m going to leave you here to deal with the mess that you’ve made. But not before you tell me how grateful you are for your king’s attention.” He slammed into Asher hard with his cock, over and over again. “Can you do that, General?”

“Henrikk—”

“Your Majesty,” he corrected.

“Your Majesty,” Asher panted, his body trembling for an entirely different reason now as Henrikk drove into him relentlessly. “I’m…I’m so…”

“Say it,” he hissed.

“So grateful for your attention.”

Grateful.

He says he’s grateful.

Grateful for me fucking his ass.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Henrikk was coming again, roaring in shock and triumph as a second orgasm tore through him.

He hadn’t thought he had it in him to go again so quickly. He’d never been able to get hard straight afterwards, and having a second orgasm so soon was something he’d thought impossible.

He was so enthralled that he nearly missed the moment that Asher came as well. A deep, thundering groan rumbled through him, quickening Henrikk’s pulse as he clutched at the vampire’s muscled shoulders, vying to get as deep into him as possible. He angled Asher’s head so he could watch his expression as he came—and the beauty of it struck him speechless.

Asher’s eyes became manic and unfocused as he reached the brink, and he stared blankly at the wall, as if the life had gone out of him.

He looked ruined.

Henrikk laughed as Asher slumped, his knees pitching forward so he fell flat on his stomach, Henrikk lengthwise on top of him in the pile of cum.

Defeated again, he grinned to himself.

Henrikk didn’t wait for Asher’s orgasm to fade before pulling out.

At least, he tried to pull out and stand up, but Asher reached behind with both arms and seized him. Somehow, Asher was fighting the effects of both the orgasm and the sedative, preventing Henrikk from leaving.

“Let go,” Henrikk warned.

“Stay,” Asher commanded. And then, “Please.”