Chapter 34 #2
The elf’s hips rocked, thrusting himself deeper into Krujha’s mouth.
Krujha slid his hand further down, fingers slipping between his buttocks to find his slick entrance.
He pressed against the slight resistance there, relishing Alwyn’s faint sigh of pleasure as he slipped through the tight ring of muscle and into his soft channel.
Krujha worked him open with his fingers, keeping Alwyn’s cock in his mouth as he added a second digit. The steady drip of precome on his tongue became a flood as he kept working in and out of his slick hole, stretching him open little by little.
“I’m close,” Alwyn whimpered when he finally felt open enough that Krujha could press a third finger in. He squirmed frantically under Krujha, but he could effortlessly pin the elf down. “Please, Krujha, please—”
Krujha buried his fingers to the knuckle inside Alwyn’s hole, pressing as far as he could reach, then sucked on his length with renewed fervor, bobbing his head up and down on the elf’s cock.
Alwyn’s fingers tightened in his hair, his cries reaching a fever pitch—until finally his cock twitched and flexed against Krujha’s tongue, shooting his release into the back of his throat.
Krujha moaned around him, swallowing each spurt, as Alwyn gasped and shuddered with each pulse of his orgasm.
“Oh, fuck,” Alwyn panted when it finally faded away. His eyes were dark and his cheeks were flushed as he looked down at Krujha. “I like seeing you like this—my cock in your mouth. Like I’m the stronger one between us for once.”
Krujha couldn’t stop himself from laughing, finally releasing Alwyn from his mouth. Instead, he laid his head on the elf’s stomach, staring up at him and wondering if the adoration was as obvious on his face as it felt in his heart.
“You have so much power over me,” he breathed, his voice a low rumble. “You have no idea. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, little spitfire.”
Alwyn scoffed, his eyes darting away, clearly embarrassed. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m entirely serious,” Krujha replied. “You could tell me to sleep on the floor like a dog, right now, and I would obey. You could tell me you had to come a hundred times before I could come once, and I would keep your cock in my mouth for days, until I’d swallowed a hundred of your loads.
With a smile. Anything, anything, and I would do it. ”
A strange mixture of emotions seemed to cross Alwyn’s face all at once—as if he couldn’t decide how Krujha’s words made him feel.
“Well,” he finally stammered, offering Krujha a weak smile again. “Right now I still want you to fuck me, so...”
Krujha’s smile widened. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
He eased his fingers out of Alwyn’s hole and rolled onto his back, pulling the elf up on top of him.
When Alwyn settled, straddling his waist, he reached down to finally grip his own cock; it felt like a leaden pipe between his legs, achingly hard and heavy.
When he pressed it against Alwyn, the full length of him reached the bottom of Alwyn’s ribcage.
He would never fit, he was sure, but he could certainly enjoy the elf’s attempts.
Color rose in Alwyn’s face again as he looked down at where they were pressed together, Krujha’s cock leaving a wet smear of precome above his navel.
“This way, you’re in control,” Krujha said softly, running his other hand up and down Alwyn’s thigh. “So we can go as slow as you need, and if anything hurts, you can stop right away.”
Alwyn nodded, his eyes still trained down.
“And we don’t have to, if you’ve changed your mind,” Krujha added quickly, but Alwyn quickly shook his head, frowning resolutely.
“I want to,” he said. “Just... I knew you were bigger, but seeing how much bigger...”
Krujha smiled faintly. “I want you to feel good, Alwyn, more than anything. And if you do like it, well, then we can work together to find what’s most comfortable, or work up to you taking more.”
“Or maybe I can just fuck you instead,” Alwyn said, and Krujha grinned.
“I wouldn’t be opposed,” he laughed. “If my asshole was self-lubricating, I don’t think it would have even been a discussion.”
Alwyn let out a faint huff of a laugh, but still seemed nervous.
Krujha waited, perfectly still, as Alwyn seemed to gather himself, shifting his weight to lean back a bit more, then pushed himself up onto his knees.
He guided his cock under Alwyn, pressing against his backside—when he felt slick warmth on the head, he held himself there, as Alwyn rocked gently against him.
Krujha sighed, closing his eyes at the slick glide of his cock along the cleft of his ass, the soft thrill of pleasure, the promise of more.
Then Alwyn’s hand was on his cock, too, guiding it back into place, then gently pushing him inside.
There was a slight press of resistance—then wet, warm heat enveloped the head of his cock, and Krujha stifled a groan as Alwyn took him in. He felt perfect.
Alwyn let out a slow, measured breath, then carefully pressed himself a little lower. Krujha bit his lip, closing his eyes—if he watched Alwyn sinking down on his cock, he knew he was going to come near-instantly.
“Are you okay?” Alwyn asked, and Krujha couldn’t stop himself from laughing at the absurdity of Alwyn asking him that.
“Oh, yes,” he panted, nodding weakly. “More than okay. I’m trying very hard not to embarrass myself. Usually it takes at least three strokes before I come.”
Alwyn paused, then laughed. He pulled back slightly, then pressed down again, the slow glide of skin filling Krujha with so much heat that he thought he might burst. “Is this the power you were talking about?”
“Gods, Alwyn,” he groaned. “I had no idea you could do this to me when I said that. But yes, I suppose you can add the power to make me come on command to the list.”
“On command?” Alwyn repeated, a teasing lilt in his voice. His movements were slow and deliberate, but each time he rocked back against Krujha, he sank back just a little further, his cock pressing just a little deeper into the tight heat surrounding him. “So you won’t come until I say you can?”
“You’re torturing me,” Krujha said. The words came out as a whimper. He could see Alwyn’s cock twitch in response, quickly gaining interest in the situation once again.
“I’ll let you come,” Alwyn teased. “Just not yet.”
Krujha nodded. He felt warm all over, heat prickling his skin, and slick with sweat even though he was motionless under Alwyn.
His whole body was quivering with the effort of not thrusting up into that welcoming warmth, burying himself to the hilt and pumping his load as deep into the elf as he could get.
As desperately as he didn’t want to hurt Alwyn, the elf was so tight and hot around him he didn’t know long he could resist—or how long he could go without tipping over the edge.
Alwyn pushed down a little more, then a little further—half of Krujha’s cock was pressed inside him when he suddenly froze, eyes widening. “Oh,” he gasped, and Krujha went perfectly still.
“Hurts?” he asked, worry snapping him back to attention. Alwyn grimaced, but shook his head.
“No—well, yes,” he panted. “I don’t know how to describe it. It’s... tight here, but...”
He moved one hand to touch Krujha’s cock right where it disappeared into Alwyn’s body. “But inside—right where you hit me—it feels really good.”
Pleasure coiled deep in Krujha’s belly. “I want you to feel good. Do you think you could come again?”
“Maybe,” Alwyn said, rocking experimentally again. This time he could feel Alwyn shudder around him, squeezing his cock impossibly tighter—they both stifled gasps at the movement. “There—right there.”
Krujha wanted to tell him to keep going, to encourage him to make himself feel good on his cock, but he couldn’t find the words anymore.
Every nerve in his body had curled irresistibly toward Alwyn, desperate for more of him.
He could only watch, breathless and needy, as Alwyn moved up and down on his cock, finding a careful rhythm that left him moaning each time he sank down onto Krujha’s length.
He wasn’t sure how long they had been like this, Alwyn riding him as if he were only a tool for his own pleasure—when finally, the elf reached between his legs to touch himself, his spent cock now fully hard again.
“Fuck, Alwyn,” Krujha groaned, squeezing himself at the base. Watching Alwyn stroke himself, while his own cock sank in and out of his tight hole, was more than he could take. “I can’t—I’m so close.”
“Come in me,” Alwyn panted, his eyes flickering up to meet Krujha’s.
It was the heady flush on his face that sent Krujha over the edge, his pupils blown wide and dark with desire.
Heat flooded him, his cock bucking in his hand, his orgasm tearing through him.
He could feel Alwyn pulse around him, wet and hot—could hear him gasping and moaning over the slick sound of him stroking himself to climax.
“You feel so good,” Krujha whimpered, his cock still twitching where it was buried inside the elf. He could feel his own seed dripping out around his length as Alwyn kept riding him. “I want to come in you every time. Fuck, you feel incredible. You feel perfect.”
“Krujha,” Alwyn moaned, and his hand stilled between his legs.
The elf’s tight channel pulsated around him as he came, making Krujha gasp as the sensation around his own spent cock hovered right on the edge between pleasure and pain.
This time, his spend was only a slow drip onto Krujha’s stomach—still, Krujha couldn’t stop himself from swiping up the mess with his fingers and pressing them into his mouth.
Alwyn let out a low moan, watching him swallow down everything he’d given.
They stayed like that, panting and sated, for a moment longer, until Krujha could feel his cock starting to grow soft.