Chapter Twenty-Four #2
“I-I-I could—do you want me to? Right now? I could do it right now.” He was babbling as his eyes fluttered closed.
His hips helplessly rutted forward despite the fact it wasn’t in her mouth.
Between her kissing and licking him, he felt slick.
Then her hands kept a steady pressure around him.
She kissed his tip again and his legs trembled.
“Not yet,” she purred, clearly enjoying herself. “If you changed it after you came, would it still be soft?”
“Uh, well…” He blinked his eyes back open to focus on her pleased face.
She grinned up at him before purposely swiping her tongue against his heavy tip.
Austin groaned, hips bucking for her. She did it again and again before licking her lips and sliding them around his tip.
He could not get further back than her teeth, but it didn’t matter.
Not while she stroked him fast with her hands.
Noises he’d never made before, even when touching himself, spilled out of his mouth.
It wasn’t a groan, but it wasn’t a moan; it was a stifled, strangled sound that told Hyacinth exactly how much he liked her mouth around him.
How much he liked when spittle dribbled out of her mouth and her eyes fell closed against her cheeks, he enjoyed it all.
Austin came with a slap of his palm against the slab.
His balls snapped up against his body and relief flooded him.
He panted her name, chanting it like a prayer to the skies as his body convulsed.
Hips rutting so stiffly, he didn’t want to shove his cock down her throat and choke her.
She didn’t ask for that. He groaned at his own hungry thoughts as he sank his head against the cool, slab of metal.
Hyacinth slipped out from under him. Austin wasn’t aware of anything she was doing until the dizziness of coming hard and fast cleared his system.
When he did blink at her, his heart stopped.
It took a long moment for it to restart because Hyacinth was naked.
She folded her chemise up into a neat little pile beside her.
Austin watched with his mouth open like a drooling dog over a pile of raw meat as she raked her hair up and off her neck and tied it up with a simple strip of fabric.
“You never did answer me,” she giggled, putting her hands to her bare hips.
“I-I-I would—it would reset if I attached new…pieces.” He pushed up from the slab.
“I can also—we have potions here for—well not for that,” he snorted awkwardly before swallowing over his tongue.
I’m ruining this. The beautiful, sexy woman who likes you and wants you to fuck her is clearly—speak! Words! Austin! “What would you like?”
“What would I like?” She parroted with her eyebrows up to her hairline.
“Yeah,” he panted, scrambling to free his ankles from his pants. “I’ve got tentacles, I’ve got normal, I’ve got ones with knots. I’ve got ones with bulbs.”
Hyacinth dragged her feet slowly across the floor, practically dancing her way.
He stepped back from the worktable as she put her hands on its edge and hoisted herself back up onto it.
Kicking her legs out in front of her, she studied him with those playful eyes.
Finally, she released him from the chokehold she held him in.
“Grab a potion Austin. I would like to feel your cock this time. I’ll keep the others in mind. ”
“Mine?” He glanced down at his softened cock. Still massive and heavy, it hung from him and he scrambled for what to say. “You’ll need to be wet.”
“Wet, I can be.” Hyacinth slid back on the slab in order to spread her thighs wide. Austin stopped, mid-step, to watch her fingers glide through her glistening curls. Those damn, perfect, puffy lips curled up high on her cheeks when she caught him again. “Austin, the potion.”
“Right!” He slapped a hand to the top of his head with a laugh.
Austin jerked to life, rushing to the potion cabinet and rifling through it for a simple reinvigoration potion.
Yet, every few moments, he peeked over his shoulder.
Watching her play with herself, head hung back, wings fluttering behind her, he could already feel his cock stirring.
Even without a potion, if he were able to sit and watch her do that for a while, he could imagine he’d be hard as stone.
Then he felt his fingers wrap around a familiar vial and he plucked it out of the cabinet.
Austin walked back to the worktable. He uncorked the bottle with his thumb and tossed it back. When he settled the empty container at the edge of the slab, she was smiling up at him.
“Are you sure?” he finally managed to ask as the potion swam through his veins.
“About what?” She giggled, reaching out to take his hands.
Austin followed her lead without question.
Letting her guide his digits up her thigh, across her damp curls, then deep into her.
He groaned happily as he sank a large, heavy finger into her.
Hyacinth gasped for air, “Yes, Austin, right there. Curl it—ah, yes, please. Just like that.”
Whatever you want, my flower. Whenever you want, my flower. He would give her the world if she’d take it. If she commanded it? If she commanded him? He’d bend the sky for her. And Austin was very good at following instructions.