Chapter 6
Chapter six
Mu’ol
On’nas was creating an intense need in me that went far beyond anything I’d ever experienced, something that made me let go of my tightly held control.
He was loving and beautiful, and being touched like this was almost too much.
But I wanted more. I wanted to know what it felt like to have him inside me, filling me up.
My cock pulsed with need for him and my body shuddered hard.
I wanted to be the strong leader who issued orders, but his tongue inside me had reduced me to a begging, needy slut.
This time, I was the one on my knees, crying out for his cock, and I liked it more than I expected to.
His soft tongue lapped at me in a place that shouldn’t have been pleasurable at all, but it was. The gentle stretching as he pushed me open, and the full, naughty feeling of having On’nas’s tongue buried deep was delicious beyond words. Would his cock feel like this, or would it be too big?
I crawled forward and rolled onto my back, missing his tongue the instant I pulled away.
But I spread my legs, wanting to face him as he pushed inside me.
My cock pulsed against my stomach, and I wondered what Nora would think of all of this.
Would she crawl over to us and wrap her mouth around my cock, the way On’nas had the day before?
“Could you teach me to do that for Nora? What you were doing with your tongue. Would she enjoy it?” I asked, watching him as he stroked his slick pre-cum over his shaft.
T’ukka had told me he thought we were built for this, that Aunga’ri men got wet for it in a way humans didn’t.
I wondered if Nora would enjoy watching us together, or feel jealous.
On’nas chuckled as he crawled up my body, kissing my cock, swirling his tongue around the head, and then dragging his lips and tongue up my stomach, my chest. “It’s different with women, but yes, she would enjoy our mouths.
” He stopped and nipped at my nipple, sucking on it.
“She’d love our mouths here. More than you are. ”
“And you would enjoy my mouth?”
“Oh yes,” he murmured. “I would enjoy every part of your body, commander.”
“You may call me Mu’ol,” I said. “In the bedroom only. In the bedroom, I am something else.”
On’nas met my eyes, then reached forward and brushed his lips against mine, testing my reaction as always. He seemed to love touching me in all the ways his cousin touched his lovers, but there was always a caution in his eyes.
“Tell me what you are in the bedroom,” he whispered.
“I don’t think I am a commander,” I breathed. He nodded, his eyes searching. “But you’re attracted to me as a commander.”
On’nas chuckled. “Sometimes. But this is fun, too. Or maybe that’s how Nora fits us.
Maybe she is our true commander. Do you think she might punish us both for this?
” The head of his cock, slick with his pre-cum, nudged against my entrance and he bit his bottom lip.
Then he reached for the bedside table, his chest pressing against mine as he grabbed a small bottle of clear liquid and slicked it over himself, then pushed it into my hole, his fingers stretching me, creating a pleasure that made my cock pulse.
“I thought I was wet?”
“This slick liquid is a human invention that makes everything more pleasurable. Lube.” He pressed three fingers inside me, and I could feel how the slick texture made my body more than ready to take him.
I groaned, imagining both of us belonging to Nora.
She might find her bedroom slaves fucking without her and…
“What would a punishment be?” I asked, my cock throbbing against my stomach. I was losing my ability to focus on his words, but I needed to know. On’nas glanced at me from beneath his lashes.
“Mia says that a dominant could spank us, or use a toy to punish us. Or deny us our release.” He pushed my legs further out and nudged his cock at my entrance again, and I imagined that, imagined the two of us belonging to her.
She would enjoy this, then. Her men pleasuring each other at her command.
His thick cock was pushing at me right where I needed him, stretching me open, and I moaned, meeting On’nas’s eyes. He was inside me, only a little, and I already knew I needed more.
“In the meantime, we can provide this for each other,” he whispered, slamming his hips forward. The slickness of his natural fluids plus the liquid he had drizzled over me eased his passage inside me, though for an instant it felt like he was going to tear me apart, and I screamed.
Then he paused, his hips flush against my ass, his cock buried so deep, and he watched me as I struggled to adjust to having him there.
He reached between us and stroked his hand lovingly over my cock.
And the heavy fullness of his cock inside me began to change into something new.
Something unbearably beautiful. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
Rocking my hips into his, seeking something.
“You want me to move?” he asked.
“So fucking much,” I growled. He pulled back, his ie’kel reaching and stroking along the length of my cock.
This small tentacle wasn’t pronounced on me, just a small protrusion, but amongst On’nas’s caste, they were commonly long enough to be used for pleasure.
Some had them removed, but I was glad when I felt the suction of the small appendage that he hadn’t.
My cock was dripping all over my stomach.
“And now I wish I had a princely ie’kel,” I muttered.
He chuckled. “She’ll like yours, too. It’ll land right on a very sensitive part of the female anatomy.
” And then he thrust his hips forward, the ie’kel slipping down the length of my cock in unison with the thrust, and I whimpered, grabbing for his ass.
I yanked him deep as he started to move faster, my eyes rolling back in my head as I was surrounded by the pleasure that was On’nas.
I was stuffed with him, stroked by him inside and out, and I knew right then that this was a sensation that I would become addicted to.
This was how On’nas’s people led armies, after all.
He paused, buried deep, breathing hard. “I have no intention of controlling you,” he murmured.
“I only wish to bring you the level of pleasure that you need.” How had he known that was what I was thinking?
Meeting his eyes, I read a strange intensity there and reached for his face, kissing him wildly as he started to move again, bringing me pleasure so intense that I had to stop kissing him, had to stop doing anything but simply feeling.
“Mine,” he growled as I shouted and exploded all over my stomach, ropes of my sexual fluids making a mess of me.
I shuddered beneath him as he increased the force and speed of his thrusts, pounding into me with a wild energy.
Then he threw his head back with a roar, and I felt his cock swell inside me, felt the warm moisture of his release, and he collapsed on top of me, his breathing fast and unsteady.
I held him there, buried deep inside me, comforted by the weight of him on top of me, by his softening cock as it slipped out of me. And I smiled. “Mine.”
“That’s how it works,” he whispered. “You’re mine, I’m yours. It’s not a matter of control.”
“And Nora?”
“If she consents, we’ll both be hers. We’ll live for her pleasure.”
I groaned, really fucking liking that plan. We shifted, laying in a tangle of arms and legs, and his breathing slowed. His warmth was comforting, and I’d quickly grown accustomed to having him in my bed, wondering why for so many years I hadn’t been able to imagine anything but sleeping alone.
At the same time, there was the nagging worry about the repercussions of forming such a bond with him, about the power he would hold over me.
He was young, fifteen years my junior, and he would likely lose interest in me, eventually.
And what would I do, then? How could I survive without my boy’s thick cock, his delicious mouth, his sinuous ie’kel?
“I need you as much as you need me,” he murmured, “especially now that I’ve been inside you.”