Page 59 of Henrikk’s Secret

Henrikk gazed up at him in awe, a sense of longing twisting his insides. Yes, he wanted everything with this man. Including this.

As thrilling as it was to take control of a powerful vampire like Asher, it was even more so to have that vampire dominate him.

It cleared his mind, dispelling all thoughts except the task at hand. Henrikk returned to his knees and opened his mouth.

Asher pushed in, too big for him to take all the way. This time, Asher did not test him, and he stayed relatively shallow as he held Henrikk’s head and rocked steadily into his mouth.

Asher released a deep sigh. “I’ve had dreams of your mouth. Just a foolish fantasy, I told myself. I never thought you would actually want to suck me off.”

Henrikk wanted to respond, to tell him that he’d fantasised about this too. That the fantasy had contained deep shame at the thought of being in a submissive position, craving that mental state. And look at him now: Eagerly. Sucking. Asher’s. Cock. Loving every torturous second of it.

He attempted to pull back and tell Asher all of that, the confessions ready to burst forth, but Asher held him in place, mouth trapped on his cock.

“You can talk later. I’ve waited too long to see you like this: on your knees, sucking my cock. I hope you’re prepared to swallow.”

Henrikk’s eyes widened in surprise. He hadn’t thought that far ahead. But yes, he would swallow Asher’s load.

How hard can it be?

“Oh, fuck,” Asher said, moving Henrikk’s head the way he wanted it as his thrusts grew harder, deeper, and more savage.

Henrikk was fighting the urge to gag, but Asher was coming and paid no heed, his loud groans shattering the night as his cock grew impossibly hard.

“Oh, yes,” Asher gasped, giving a sharp thrust that was far too deep, making Henrikk gag as hot cum spilt into his mouth in heavy spurts. “Ohhh fuck, yesss…”

More cum, thick and creamy. Its warmth flooded Henrikk’s mouth, sticking to his cheeks, tongue and palate. There was so much of the stuff. Asher's thick cock still filled his mouth, and he was choking.

Death by cock. How fitting.

Panic rose through him as he convulsed on Asher’s cock. He could feel the cum sliding down his throat, tickling the tender flesh there. He tried to back away, but Asher soothed him, speaking quiet words that he could barely hear.

“Shh. You’ve done so well. Stay there a moment longer and finish swallowing.”

It was torture, but Henrikk stayed, not that Asher gave him much choice. When he finally pulled away, they were both breathing heavily.

Asher’s legs trembled, and he fell heavily to his knees and kissed Henrikk.

When he pulled back, Henrikk rose to his feet, towering over Asher, his aching cock straining in his trousers. “My turn.” He pointed at the wooden side railing. “Turn around, hold onto the railing, and bend over. I’m not going to be gentle.”

Asher’s eyes glinted. “I’d expect nothing less from you.”

Chapter 12

CONFESSIONS

Henrikk

Henrikk moved to stand behind Asher, pressing himself close, his cock still trapped in his trousers.

“Do your worst,” Asher said gruffly.

“Not yet,” Henrikk replied, sweeping Asher’s tousled hair into something a little more presentable and giving him better access to his neck, which he kissed eagerly. The general shivered—so sensitive after his orgasm. Henrikk kept kissing his neck, gentle, damp touches that had an effect on both of them. “I want to taste you in every way.”

“Really?” Asher pushed back into him, his ass putting pressure on Henrikk’s cock. “Since when are you patient?”

“I’m not. But I want to savour this.” His fangs grazed Asher’s neck. When the general didn’t object, Henrikk bit him, sharp fangs elongating and sinking in.

There was still the thick creaminess of Asher’s cum running down his throat, but now the decadent taste of blood filled his mouth, lighting up his senses and making him hard as fuck.