Night Two
Night Two
Leander
T here is a simple pleasure in providing for someone, especially when that someone already holds so much of your heart. Zenith is breathtaking, and each new thing I learn about her only leaves me coveting and craving more knowledge on. When she expressed her interest in telescopes, I knew what I needed to do.
“I’m not sure we’re supposed to be in here,” Zenith says, lowering the umbrella I purchased for her so she wouldn’t get wet. She glances around the botanical conservatory with some suspicion. “Did we break in?”
“My family is one of their greatest patrons. Breaking in isn’t exactly something I can do when so much of this place was paid for by my family,” I say coolly, and she smirks.
“Wow, way to flex. I thought when you pulled out the black card at breakfast, that was going to be the biggest flex of the day.”
“There is something about you that makes me want to be seen,” I admit, my words coming out more vulnerable than I meant them too. Being in her spotlight, able to bask in her attentions, is a high unlike anything I’ve experienced. All my journalistic accomplishments pale in comparison to making her laugh.
“So, we came to see some plants?” she asks as she steps in, touching the petals of some common roses.
“Not quiet. There is a special exhibit that is being held in the oculus toward the back. Come with me.” I offer her my hand, and she takes it without hesitation. Her warmth seeps into me immediately, and it’s all I can do to continue moving toward the oculus instead of pulling her into my arms and kissing the nightlights out of her.
We pass a bouquet of beautiful flowers before coming to the grand set of double doors that separate the main section from the oculus. I pull out a long ivory key and slide it into the lock, pushing the door open and moving to the side so she can look inside.
“Holy shit!” she squeals, dropping my hand and booking it into the closed space.
A larger-than-life telescope sits in the middle of the room; the variety of lenses positioned up toward the glass ceiling to get a view of the night sky. It’s an incredibly powerful machine that I marveled at when it was unveiled, but seeing her reaction is priceless.
“I heard about this when it was being brought in. The tickets to see it have been sold out for months,” she says, stroking the side of the telescope more tenderly than a lover.
“Then it’s a good thing you have a way around having to purchase a ticket.” I chuckle softly as her eyes flick over to me, wide and elated.
“You mean it?”
“Of course.”
“No taking this back, even if you hate me in, like, a week,” she says pointing an accusatory finger at me. I lift my hands in mock surrender and dip my head.
“I, Leander Dulcis, promise to bring you, Zenith Calasso, to see this telescope whenever you want, as long as it remains within these walls. You have my word.” The soft traces of magic in my words drift over to her and send a visible shiver down her spine.
“What was that?” she asks, cheeks going a deep pink.
“A magic promise, made to you by a fae prince,” I answer softly, a little shrug to my shoulders.
“You are incredible right back, Leander,” Zenith says, walking back over to me. She rests one hand on my shoulder and gets onto her tiptoes to press a kiss to my cheek. “And soft.”
“Care to take it for a spin?” I gesture toward the viewing area, and she darts away as quickly as she came.
“I can see everything through this,” she says, fighting back a yawn.
“I would hope so; it’s got a lot of lenses and it’s an exorbitant amount to get it professionally cleaned.”
“They can afford it,” she snickers, turning to face me, a pleased smile on her perfect lips.
My tongue darts out, rolling over my own thin set of lips, wetting them. I want to taste her so badly it’s a near physical desire in my gut.
“Would you be open to doing this again—going on dates with me?” I ask, feeling shy for the first time this entire night. Things are going so well, I haven’t had time to get lost in my head and doubt everything. Zenith’s every little breath and action draw my attention and hold it captive. I could spend an eternity watching her exist, if she would have me.
“I would like that a lot, Leander. Dante will probably be thrilled,” she says with a little roll of her eyes. “He left me a mothman plushy in his aftercare basket.”
“Aftercare?” The word comes out slowly, sinking in as I say it.
They had sex. My heart stutters in my chest. Of course they did. Zenith is a beautiful girl and Dante is so charming. How could they not go well together? They must want me there to capture all of their memories, a lover on the fringes, perhaps.
“Hey.” Zenith’s sharp word pulls me out of the mental spiral. “Don’t drift away like that. I like being here with you, and I want us to date, date with the intention of, like...stuff.” she says with a wiggle of her brows.
“I do love the promise of vague stuff,” I tease.
“I love providing vague stuff,” she purrs, leaning close to me as we take a seat on a bench at the base of the telescope. The thing is massive and has benches at the top and bottom of the flights of steps it takes to climb to the viewing level.
“Are you—”
“Hitting on you? Oh yeah, really hard. I’m really interested in seeing what your cock looks like,” she says brazenly, her eyes glowing with mischief, chest puffed with pride.
My mouth falls open, but my hands have a mind of their own, moving to my pants and beginning to undo my belt.
“Finally,” she groans, leaning over and pulling down my fly. She reaches into my pants and pulls my cock out. “Commando? I wouldn’t have guessed,” she says, her eyes running up and down the velvety, purple shaft of my dick. It’s impressive compared to a human male, but I’m sure that Dante must have outdone me in regard to monster cocks. I’m only twelve inches, and the ridges on my cock are more a suggestion than an actual texture for her pleasure. I swallow softly, one hand going around the base of my cock to free my claspers.
“I start the day wearing them and then these little bastards tear them apart by the end,” I say, setting my claspers free. They instantly wrap around her wrist, trying to draw her hand down my shaft.
“Oh my god,” she gasps, her grip tightening a little. “Your dick is like something I have made of silicone.”
“Is that a compliment?” I ask, holding my breath and clenching the muscles of my ass to keep from bucking into her grip.
All of my willpower focused on being able to speak with her gives my clasps free rein to do as they please with Zenith’s hand, stroking the inside of her wrist, rolling around the skin as if it were a more sensitive organ.
“These things sure are excited to meet me,” she teases, leaning down and inspecting them as they secrete lubrication onto her wrist. Leaning even closer, she sticks her tongue out and licks one.
A groan tears from my throat. She giggles at me as her deft little tongue flicks out again. My hands flex; the urge to grab her bun and use it like a joystick to guide her head toward my actual cock incredibly strong.
“What are they?” she asks before sucking one into her mouth. That damnable tongue rolls around the sensitive appendage, making my whole body shudder.
“Claspers,” I reply through my teeth.
She hums thoughtfully around it, and my eyes roll back.
“You’re killing me,” I wheeze.
“If I was killing you, you’d be a lot less hard.” She lets my clasper slide from between her lips.
Finally giving me mercy, she presses those same lips to my throbbing shaft and kisses from the base to the tip. That little tongue I’ve become so obsessed with slips out, and she rolls it over the crown of my cock, licking up all of my sticky pearlescent pre-cum.
“But you wouldn’t like that, would you?” A grin slips onto my lips.
Zenith huffs, sucking the head of my cock into her mouth instead of answering. My chest feels as though it caves in from the force of the pleasure. I force myself to grip the seat of the bench on either side of my thighs to keep from grabbing her and taking what I want from her mouth. Her dark eyes flick up to me, alight with challenge as she begins to slowly slide down the length. My claspers wiggle and lash, desperate to take hold of something, her wrist no longer satisfactory, when they come into contact with her cheeks. The claspers stroke and secrete all over her skin, making it glow in the dim light of the moon that comes through the glass ceiling.
She’s so beautiful it hurts to breathe, but I manage until she sucks my cock like a trained professional. Her cheeks hollow, her tongue doing this exquisite series of figure eights against the sensitive underside of the head. Pre-cum pours into her mouth like a damn fountain, and she sucks every last drop up. Her hand lifts and she toys with my claspers, stroking them like little cocks as she destroys me with her mouth.
My balls draw up tight as the pleasure builds. I let the bench go and finally grab onto her hair.
“I’m going to come.”
She doubles her efforts and my vision goes white as I unload into her mouth.