Chapter Six
Arielle
A shiver runs up my spine at his promise.
Grogoth carries me through the sky, back to my apartment.
I writhe in his arms, stretched by the pieces of him stuck inside my body.
I run my fingers along his neck, through strands of wiry white hair, and kiss every inch I can reach, still unsure if I’m truly awake.
This all seems like a scene straight out of my dreams. Well… not exactly this, but this is better.
When we reach my place, he lands us on the balcony. Without leaving his arms, I fit the key into the lock. Once inside, he captures my mouth with his, guiding me to straddle him as he fumbles around. I giggle and point him toward the couch and ottoman.
He sets me down on the arm of the couch and eases the hem of my dress up.
“Take this off.”
I do so quickly. He removes his clothing and takes himself in his palm.
I drink in the sight of him, the figure of my wildest fantasies and the man who’s held my heart for so long.
The carved paths of his broad chest, the ridges of his abdomen, a ragged chip of stone there, to the v-shaped grooves that lead to his straining cock.
“Turn around.”
His tone leaves no room for disobedience. Feet on the floor, I hang over the armrest, face flushed as I await his next command.
“Spread your cheeks.”
I oblige, my stuffed holes fully on display. He traces the crack of my bottom down, over the stone inside my ass, and further, over the stone cock crammed in my pussy.
“So beautiful.”
His praise boils the water in my blood and I become a puddle of need.
I involuntarily rise onto the tips of my toes, craning my neck to see around the armrest. He kneels and licks my inner thighs up to my outer lips, then over the tiny strip of skin connecting my holes.
He laves each side, all the way up and back down.
When he reaches my clit, he sucks it into his mouth and swirls his tongue in quick circles.
“Grogoth!”
He hums against my stuffed cunt and I nearly drop my ass cheeks in favor of rubbing my thighs together. “Words, dearest.”
“W-we spent years with no words between us. Now they’re required?”
“Yes.”
I moan and take a breath, trying to put into words what I need when I’m not even sure what it is other than more.
He makes it even harder for me to think. He pulls the plug from my ass and replaces it swiftly. Words forgotten, I feverishly rub my clit against the old textile couch. He fucks my ass with his disembodied finger, all the while gorging on my clit.
“Please!” I beg. He doesn’t respond. I huff, my freshly painted nails digging into my own skin. “Please, put another of your cocks inside me.”
That does the trick. Being vocal about my needs doesn’t come naturally, but if he always acts on them so promptly I could get better at it. He lifts me and carries me to the ottoman, draping me over it on my back. He positions himself behind my head and strokes my cheeks, my neck, my throat.
“Is this truly what you want?” he asks, tone different than the dominating one he’d been using so far. “No matter how badly I want to ram my cock so deep inside your sweet little throat that you gag, that you breathe me, I need to hear you say it.”
He lightly but firmly grips my throat as he speaks and I swear his filthy promises make my tonsils flutter with excitement.
I’ve always loved sucking cock, and hearing him ask for consent somehow makes it even sexier.
I’m ready to get to the deed, eager to show off how well I can deepthroat him. Assuming I even can.
“You promised not to be gentle with me,” I say hoarsely, licking my lips at the sight of his dangling cock dripping strands of clear liquid so close to my mouth. “If anything is too much or too painful, I promise to let you know.”
Grogoth takes my hands and kisses all of my knuckles, then guides them to my nipples.
“Play with yourself, hummingbird. It will sting at first.”
I moan at the prospect of a little pain, watching rapt as he strokes himself above me. “Why do you call me that?”
Snap. Another cock breaks from his pelvis.
Sure enough, a new one grows right before my very eyes, like hardening clay.
It stops at a size that could maybe fit into my throat.
He languidly strokes it just out of reach, my mouth salivating like crazy.
For a moment I forget I’ve asked a question and crane my neck, but he rocks back on his heels.
“Even if I weren’t so attuned to exactly what time of day you’ll be on your balcony, I would still hear your humming from the furthest hedge bushes.” He strokes my cheek, looking at me dreamily. “My little hummingbird, the most colorful and bright flower in the garden.”
“Hummingbirds aren’t flowers,” I challenge with a giggle.
“Neither of us are poets, Miss Tree Hugger.”
I scoff as though offended but he steals the next breath from my lungs, kissing me with a fervor that makes me melt.
He pulls away and I whimper. My thighs rub together for some much-needed friction, making his original cock wriggle in its hiding spot.
Grogoth sucks, licks, and teases my nipples with his sharp teeth.
He rises so he’s hovering above me again and guides my hand down to my clit while his balls sit heavily on my forehead, his massive length bobbing against my nose, so close I could lick it.
“N-now, please!”
“So eager, little bird.”
Finally, he bends one knee and begins feeding his cock into my mouth. He dips inside once, twice, three times before he’s able to reach my molars. A few more shallow thrusts and he slips past them. Saliva and precum leak down the inches of shaft I can’t take, dripping off his balls in wet streaks.
The angle of the ottoman lets my head fall back while my neck is fully supported, allowing him to easily slip in and out, fucking my throat like it’s just another pussy. I will the muscles of my throat to soften, determined to take him as deep as humanly possible.
He pulls out to allow me a breath and I sputter. I catch my breath and give him a nod when I’m ready. He wastes no time forcing his cock into my airpipe again, and again. His quickened pace causes his balls to smack against my forehead, strings of saliva attaching them.
I frantically swirl my clit with my fingers, my body needing to move and yet needing to stay calm enough to breathe through my nose all at once. Once we get into a rhythm and I’m able to relax, it starts to feel like an erotic throat massage. One I'll likely need a cough drop after.
“Very good, hummingbird.” He pauses for me to catch my breath.
When he enters my mouth again, he moves slowly and deliberately, wedging his cock further into my throat.
He strokes my neck as though he can feel a bump there and is teasing his cockhead from the inside out.
“What a sight. You take me in your throat like you are made for it. Made for me.”
“More,” I beg with a gargled voice as soon as I have access to air. Strings of saliva connect us, wet globs running down my face, in and over my nose, and dripping from every inch of his cock. “Your lady wants more of your cocks, now!”
He laughs heartily and fucks into my mouth again, pulsing forward even after he reaches as far as I can take him.
Desperate for air, my body forces me to take a breath, but instead of oxygen, I swallow his cock whole.
I gag around the mouthful of cock until I steady my breathing through my nose, writhing around the cock and finger in my other two holes.
He holds my head utterly still and fucks my mouth with a few more brutal thrusts.
The absolute depravity of it makes bursts of colors pop behind my eyelids, my orgasm shattering me until I’m so relaxed that his cock slips down my throat with absolute ease.
“I’m so proud of you for using your words. For telling me what you want.” He drags himself over my face, gathering the slick tendrils of saliva and precum and coating his cock with them. Snap. “Put your feet on the ottoman.”