Chapter 15 Lazarus
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Lazarus
The wind howls outside as the thunder rumbles, but the only sound that I can focus on is the whimper of my Lamb. Daylan’s mouth is open and his eyes are rolling back in his head as I stroke him slowly, taking care to add just the right amount of pressure.
He won’t come from this. Not tonight. I won’t allow that to happen. I will keep him right on the edge of it. I want him feral in his need for my cock, so that when I sink deep into his body, his screams echo through the storm. He is mine for the taking, and he is ripe for it.
A perfect fruit, ready to be devoured.
“Lazarus,” he moans, hips jutting up into my hand as he chases release he will not find anytime soon.
My own cock sits heavy and neglected while I toy with my Lamb. I stroke him slowly, which makes him groan, then fast, which makes short breaths puff out of him. Daylan turns his eyes on me, and I can see the urgency in his eyes, the need to release rising.
So I slow down again, and he groans into the sound of raindrops spattering overhead.
“I cannot bear it.”
“Oh, you can,” I grin, stroking him slow and even, rubbing my thumb over the head of his dick as he shivers and whimpers. “You won’t get to come until I am done with you. Do you know why?”
“Why?” he gasps, as I squeeze him tight in my fist.
“Because I said so.” That’s the only reason he needs to know, but I am growing tired of this game.
I need a new one. I let go of him entirely, watching as his face falls, sweat beading on his upper lip.
He is splotchy with red patches that mar his pearly skin, and I am drawn to reach up to his face and cup his heated cheek in my hand.
He reaches for his dick, and I smack his hand away, growling at him.
“Don’t touch what belongs to me.”
“I don’t belong to you,” he whispers.
“Right now you do. I own you. Every inch. You are tied here because I fucking well wanted you to be, and you still breathe because I allow you to.” Daylan hesitates, then opens his mouth like he is about to speak again, but I’ve heard enough.
My blood is bubbling with toxin and the itch is driving me mad.
I am seconds away from scraping my own flesh off, and I need release from this torment.
The moment a sound leaves his throat, I am on him, crawling up his body and pressing my hungry lips against his.
I nibble, suck, lick at him like he is the most delicious thing I have tasted, my cock rubbing against his own as he whimpers and moans into my mouth.
“Mine,” I murmur, pulling back and staring into his hazy eyes. He is struggling to focus. He cannot catch breath, and I have never seen such beauty. “Say it.”
“Yours,” he whispers. “Just right now. I can be yours.”
“Then roll over and show me what I own.”
I crawl off of him and make my way to the barrel by the door, digging inside for a small corked bottle I know is somewhere inside it.
I traded for it a while back during my time in Ekksha and it should still be good.
Finding it, I pluck it from the depths of my supplies and turn to find that Daylan has moved onto his stomach.
He shivers on the bed, his pert, pale ass cheeks glistening in the flashes of lightning from outside.
Thunder rumbles as I cross the room to the mattress and place the bottle on the floor within arm’s reach, then crawl onto the mattress.
It’s a good position, but it isn’t what I want. Daylan lets a sharp breath slip from his mouth as I slide my arm beneath his hips, raising him onto his knees with his torso still pressed against the mattress, but I am not quite done. “Spread your legs for me.”
Daylan slowly shuffles his legs open, exposing himself to me fully.
His hard cock dangles down towards the bed, and his hole peeks from between his two cheeks.
My cock strains at the sight of him, arousal burning deep in me as I stare at this precious, holy Lamb spread open before me.
I reach out and slide a finger from the cleft of his cheeks down towards his heavy balls, listening for sounds of approval and delighting when my ears catch them falling from his mouth.
I reach for the bottle of slick and uncap it with my teeth, dribbling some of it onto my hand before placing it back down.
I reach between his legs, giving his cock a tight squeeze that makes him cry out.
I work my hand on him punishingly fast, feeling the mattress shake as he draws near to his orgasm and then stopping when I feel he has come close enough.
Stroking him slowly with one hand, I cradle his balls with the other, rolling them in my palm gently.
“Please,” he whimpers. “Please let me come.”
“Soon,” I murmur, letting go of his cock and adding more lubrication to my fingers.
I grin as I slide my fingertips over the edge of his hole, tracing the rim.
He clenches his cheeks, and I give him a smack on the ass for it, which makes him let loose a small, pained noise.
His body relaxes slowly again, and I keep slicking up the outside of his entrance with my fingers before pressing one of them into it.
“Oh!” he blurts as I pull my fingertip out, then slip it back in a little bit further.
“Relax, or it will hurt,” I say, sliding out, then pressing back in.
He nods, face mashed against the mattress, eyes wide as I play with his pretty little hole.
I should have licked it before I got lube all over it, and I place that onto the list for next time because there are many ways to ruin a Lamb and there will be more to come.
I stroke my cock as I slip another finger into his body, working him open with two so that he is ready for me as well as he can be.
My body ripples with arousal as I slip my fingers in and out of his body, and finally I have had enough waiting.
I kneel behind him, pressing the head of my dick against his opening as he trembles.
“Are you ready for my cock, Lambchop?” I ask, grinning down at his face.
He barely nods before I slide into him, thrusting my entire length in deep.
Daylan’s eyes pop open wide and his mouth drops open as I enter him, his body squeezing my dick as if it wants me gone, but I am not leaving.
“You’re doing so well for me. I can feel every inch of your body holding me tight. ”
“Lazarus,” he chokes out as I slip free from him and press back in, hard.
“Does it hurt, little Lamb?” I ask, thrusting into him as I grip his hips tight. Though he may not think it of me, his pleasure matters very much.
He nods, then shakes his head, then nods again.
I laugh as he scowls at me for a split second, then moans the next.
I can feel him loosen around me, though he is still so tight as I slip my cock in and out of his warmth.
He feels even better than I imagined he would, and as the storm rages overhead, I let myself feel nothing but the divine pleasure of fucking him into oblivion.
“You are mine,” I growl, gripping his hips tight and pulling him back onto me hard as I thrust forward. “Say it.”
“Yours,” he cries out, ass cheeks slapping against my skin.
“You feel so fucking good, Lambchop. Like you were made for me to own.”
Daylan is a blubbering mess on the mattress, his eyes closed and sweat dripping down his face. Every thrust brings a small ‘oh’ out of his lips, and that sounds like accomplishment to my sinner’s ears, but I don’t want soft noises.
I want him screaming his pleasure.
Sliding out of his body, I tilt my hips as I enter him again, trying to find that spot I know exists deep within.
I thrust a few more times until he lets loose a sharp cry, his eyes popping open and body quivering in response.
I grin down at him as his mouth falls open again, staying exactly where I am aimed at inside of him.
Daylan tenses and lets loose another loud shout as I pull him back onto my cock hard, pushing my hips forward to graze that spot inside his body that will bring him pleasure.
“Wicked,” he moans, looking into my eyes through sweat and tears.
“You love it wicked,” I respond, yanking him backwards to impale him on my cock once more. “Taking the devil’s cock and moaning for it.”
I can feel my body tensing as my orgasm draws near, the release I have been seeking since the storm started well within reach now. My body sings as I move in Daylan, fucking all the tension inside me into him. This perfect Lamb that I have taken for myself, who is now my hole to fuck.
This Lamb who I am not sure I will give up before he is filled with nothing but sin and damnation.
I cry out as I come, my body releasing into his, my seed spilling into him in bursts.
Daylan moans as I ride my pleasure out in his body, hands gripping his hips so tight my knuckles are white.
I pant in the cool air of the storm, wind whipping through the windows as I rest inside him.
Daylan is breathing heavily as well, but I am certain he has not come yet.
I slip out of him slowly, taking care not to spill any of my cum from where it rests inside him.
“You are filthy,” I comment, settling onto the mattress behind him.
“Please, Lazarus,” he begs, turning his eyes to mine.
A thin trickle of my cum slips from his ass, and I catch it in my hand, grinning wickedly as I smear it on my palms. More escapes and I slick my hand with my seed, then reach for his cock and slick my release over his length.
He shivers and moans as I stroke him, more cum slipping from his ass.
I lean forward and gather it on my tongue so it won’t go to waste, then let him go to add it to what is already there.
He whimpers as I take him in hand again, smearing his cock with my release and stroking him hard and fast. I grip him tight as his hips buck, his body trying to shove his cock into my fist as I move on him.
With a loud, long moan, Daylan’s body lets go, and he comes, body trembling, seed spilling from his dick in long spurts.
I capture as much as I can as I stroke him through it, combining our cum on his cock until he is soiled with both of us.
When he stops, I release his cock from my grasp, and he straightens his legs, flopping to the mattress with a pained groan.