Chapter 7
Carrion
Azul gasped as I gripped his ass and surged upwards.
With his cock pressed against mine, he threw his arms around my shoulders, and I held him tight as I took three strides to the bed.
Before he could even react, I tipped forward, and he spilled onto the low bed onto his back like a wash of ice water.
“I thought you’d carry me across like a pretty princess,” he gasped as his knees spread forward and I growled at the sight of his cum leaking from his cock.
“You’re stunning, Your Majesty," I said as I grabbed my shirt, quickly flinging it off before I dealt with my pants. “But do I really need to treat you delicately when you've already been so aggressive?"
His first reply was a laugh.
“I thought we’d dropped the formalities, Carrion?” he teased, a smile on his lips, and I weakened for him again.
“It’s because you look every bit a royal, even when your cock and nipples are hard and your ass is full of my cum.” By the time I finished speaking, my boots were off, and I had dropped to my knees before him.
“This is even better when you’re naked,” Azul hummed happily as he propped himself up on his elbows, but he wouldn’t be relaxed for long.
It took everything in me to resist whatever magic he had conjured on me, and I was still feeling the effects. And my siren prince laid out for me as if this was perfectly spell-binding.
It was curious that I still felt shy. My scarred, battle-worn body was rugged compared to his smooth skin, free from blemishes. He was still a tale untold, and I wanted to be part of that story.
And there was one way to do it, the urge that had been building inside me for decades, and the reason that Azul had come to my room.
With my thighs against the side of the bed, I grabbed his hips, hoisting him up.
“Carrion!” he cried out, only seconds before I plunged my face into his ass.
A moan tore from him, and his body shuddered as I pressed my tongue into him as far as I could go. The taste of his salty slick filled my mouth, and I groaned as I recognized the other flavor mixed in him.
I drew back my tongue, pressing deeper, waiting until he cried at just the right pitch before drawing it back again. The more I played with him, licking and thrusting and exploring his hole, the weaker he grew, until his hips were shaking in my hands.
“If you really want my child, squeeze your ass tight. Keep my cum in there, or I’m plugging your hole until we know for sure you’re carrying my baby.”
A shuddering groan echoed from him as I watched his ass twitch. But the tighter he gripped, the more the blend of slick and cum leaked from him. And it was so hot that I almost gave in and plunged my mouth back onto his ass just to taste us again.
“Carrion,” he moaned as his hips bucked, and my mouth watered
“You can’t even hold in a drop,” I hummed as liquid beaded and dropped from his ass. It didn’t matter how sexy the sight of his shining slick staining the bed was. I wanted to leave my mark inside him, and that meant getting as deep as possible.
He’s already taken my cock, so he should have been loose enough.
I lined up two fingers, plugging them straight into him, and he yelled out.
“Carrion, oh my God! You can’t just-” but there was no holding me back.
I used my full strength to plunge in and out of him, and every time my bent knuckles and thumb hit off of his ass, his cries became even more high-pitched.
“It looks like your ass isn’t tight enough after all. Maybe we should go the other way and I can fuck you so much that you’ll be loose enough to push out our baby easily.”
A cry tore from him as I continued to plunge my fingers in before slowly dragging them out just to make him moan.
“I love how they slide into you, but your ass keeps trying to grip them. Are you just that horny, Azul? Is it really so hard for you to keep my cum in there? Or are you just making space for more?”
His whimper was so beautiful that I wish I could have captured the look on his face and hung it on the wall as he writhed under me. The more I spoke to him, the hotter his insides grew.
And the whole time, his cock bounced on his stomach, and I couldn’t take it anymore. The slick from his ass wasn’t enough; I needed it straight from his cock.
Azul’s cries ripped through the room as I ran my tongue over the waving flares of his cock.
His salty taste was so deep that it stung my tongue, but I couldn’t resist sucking on the foam that bubbled on his cockhead.
His cries fell in waves every time I licked from base to tip, caressing the three flares that waved with his pleasure.
His begging was so sweet, but I wanted the Azul that would one day rule the nation to crumble under me as I brought him more pleasure.
I think he expected me to drive myself back into him as soon as we landed on the bed, but his cock fascinated me since it first sprung free from the seam in his body.
I wanted to know the textures of the different flares, and deepen my taste for his foam cum.
Every part of Azul I licked revealed a new subtle note of salt.
I gripped the base of his cock as he held onto my shoulders, his hands running all over my back like he was trying to find somewhere to hold on to.
But decades of honed muscle had no give, and he could only cling to my neck and cry my name.
I took the top flare between my lips. It was no thicker than my pinky finger, and serrated along the edge. I ran my tongue over the bumped edge, which brought more sea foam spurting from Azul’s cock.
“That’s good then?” I asked.
“Get back on my cock, now,” he demanded, pushing at my neck, his face contorted with pleasure.
I hummed happily. I couldn’t remember the last time I had pleasured someone for pleasure's sake. Fucking had always been a necessity to calm my aching heart before and after war. But I wanted to do everything I could to hear my prince's pleasure.
I kissed another one of his flares as I explored, running my tongue everywhere I could reach, sucking each flare, licking up his shaft until he cried out, and back down again until he moaned.
I circled his cockhead, trapping it between my lips, sucking him hard enough that a real scream ripped from him.
“Carrion, harder! Do it harder!” he begged between sucks and licks.
His cum poured in, swelling my cheeks, bubbling over my tongue before dissolving into creamy liquid that I gladly swallowed.
I kept thrusting my fingers in his ass as I enjoyed his cock.
I dipped to take his whole cock in my mouth. The flares trapped his cum, stopping any of it from escaping my lips as more and more poured in. It slid down me in a warm gush, like a gentle stream on a languid summer's day.
I remembered how he had pressed the tip of his finger inside himself earlier. And so I did the same with my tongue.
I found the crease on his cockhead, and I thought I would stop the flow of his cum as I pressed my tip against it.
“Carrion, what are you-” but Azul cut off in a yell. I choked as more cum fired straight into the back of my throat. I moaned deeply as I swallowed even more of it down.
And all the while, my siren prince sang for me.
My other hand traveled up to the long seam above his cock. From the way he reacted before, I assumed it was sensitive. As I changed position, withdrawing my tongue to take another long lick along his cockhead, I pressed two fingers against his seam.
And his whole body buckled with a cry.