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“Oh Gods, Mistress!” he heard himself groaning. “Oh Gods, yes—whatever you want! Just don’t stop fucking me—fuck me s
“What I want is for you to come. And you’re going to as soon as I bite your neck—as soon as I pierce you with my fangs. Aren’t you, Giant?”
Torin felt a new surge of lust overcome him. Gods, he loved the feeling of her sinking her sharp little fangs into him! Part of him still wanted to hold back—it almost seemed as if he didn’t come, this encounter didn’t really count. But he knew he’d be lost the minute she bit him.
“Yes, Mistress,” he groaned.
“Yes, what?” Sky’lar demanded.
“Yes, I’ll come for you!” Torin gasped.
“That’s right, you will,” she murmured. “You’re going to come while I fuck you, Giant—fuck you nice and hard!”
And then she pushed the green phallus deep inside him, rubbing mercilessly over that special spot inside. At the same time, he felt her fingers tighten around his cock and her sharp fangs pierced the side of his neck.
It was too fucking much. With a sound that was half growl/half groan, Torin felt himself coming. His balls tightened up and his shaft got even harder. Then spurt after spurt of cum shot from the tip of his cock, splattering on the stone floor, which seemed to suck his seed up hungrily.
Sky’lar withdrew her fangs and moaned in his ear.
“That’s right—come for me! Oh Giant…Torin—I’m coming too!”
“Gods, Darlin’—wish you were coming around my cock,” he growled hoarsely.
“I don’t know…I kind of like it when you’re coming… around mine,” Sky’lar panted. And then she must have pressed the bulb in the middle of the double phallus again because he felt more spurts of the hot lube filling his ass, which caused his own cock to spurt again as well.
And so the pleasure went on and on…
THIRTY-NINE
TORIN
Torin didn’t know how long he came for but it seemed like forever. When Sky’lar finally withdrew from him, he sagged against the wooden lattice, feeling as though all the strength had run out of his legs.
“Hey—you all right?” Suddenly she was right beside him, draping one of his arms over her shoulders to help support him. “Make a bench,” she ordered the lattice, which promptly obeyed. Sky’lar helped him sit and he winced—he was definitely going to be feeling the effects of their time together for a while.
You mean you’ll feel it where she fucked you, whispered a little voice in his head. Which was true—this was definitely an unforgettable experience—Torin just wasn’t sure how to feel about it.
Sky’lar was already getting out of the harness and casting it and the double-sided phallus aside.
“Are you okay?” she asked again, looking at him anxiously.
Torin honestly didn’t know the answer to that. He felt as though he’d been in a kind of lust-fog…a haze of desire in which it seemed okay to do anything, try anything. But the moment he had come, the fog had cleared from his head and now what he mostly felt was…uncertainty.
She fucked me and I loved it, he thought. What does that say about me? Am I submissive? Do I want to have a Mistress and live like a bodyslave on Yonnie Six? Is that the new me?
He’d always been dominant in every part of his life—his career in the Espionage Corps didn’t allow for a male without a forceful personality. But ever since he’d met Sky’lar he felt different…and he was acting different too. What was going on with him?
You let her take you like a female in heat, a little voice whispered in his head. You gave it up for her completely—hell, you enjoyed it! Enjoyed getting fucked! Everyone knows it’s the male that does the fucking but no, not you—you took it up the ass and you loved it. You even begged for more. What in the Seven Hells is happening to you?
Torin didn’t have an answer for any of those questions—he felt bewildered and uncertain of himself in a way he never had before in his life. The words of The Book Which Writes Itself came back to him once more.
“You will be pierced. You will endure both pleasure and pain. The experience will change you.”
Well, he was changed all right—he just didn’t know how exactly.
“Let’s just get out of here,” he told Sky’lar.
“Not until I’m sure you’re okay. Did I take too much blood when I bit you?” She looked at him anxiously.
No, baby—you just fucked me so good I can hardly walk!
But he wasn’t about to say that.
“I’m fine,” he said shortly. “We’re done here so I’m leaving.”
Torin got to his feet, relieved to see that his legs would hold him now. He grabbed his discarded robe from the lattice and wrapped it around himself. He could still feel the sticky, wet lube on his inner thighs and he wondered if people would see it and realize what had been done to him.
