The Djinn’s Wish Waylon #7
“Beautiful,” he murmured, bending to kiss my neck.
His lips blazed a trail of fire down my throat to my collarbone, then lower to my chest. When his mouth found my nipple, I arched off the bed with a gasp.
The sensation was electric, like tiny bolts of lightning radiating outward from where his tongue swirled and teased.
“Fuck,” I moaned, threading my fingers through his dark hair. It felt like silk between my fingers, impossibly smooth and slightly warm.
“I’ve barely begun,” Azir whispered against my skin.
As he continued his journey downward, his hands roamed my body with expert precision. Every touch seemed to awaken nerve endings I didn’t know I had. When his fingers trailed along my inner thigh, my cock twitched in anticipation.
“Three thousand years,” he murmured again, his lips hovering inches from my aching erection. “Allow me to show you what I’ve learned.”
His tongue, longer than any human’s could be, snaked out to lick a hot stripe from base to tip. I nearly came off the bed, the sensation so intense it bordered on painful. Then his mouth enveloped me completely, taking me to the hilt in one smooth motion.
“Holy fuck!” I cried out, my hands fisting in the silk sheets. The heat of his mouth was otherworldly, and the way his tongue wrapped around my shaft defied anatomy.
Azir hummed with satisfaction, the vibration traveling through my cock and straight up my spine.
His head bobbed with practiced ease, each movement calculated to drive me closer to the edge without pushing me over.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he pulled back, leaving me gasping and desperate.
“Not yet,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “I want to taste all of you.”
He flipped me onto my stomach with effortless strength, his large hands positioning my hips so that my ass was raised. I felt exposed and vulnerable, but in the most delicious way possible.
His tongue, that impossible tongue, traced the curve of my spine before dipping lower.
When it found my hole, I buried my face in the pillow to muffle my shout.
The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
Hot, wet, probing, it breached me with gentle insistence, reaching places no human tongue could ever reach.
“Azir,” I moaned, pushing back against him shamelessly. “Fuck, that feels incredible.”
He gripped my ass cheeks, spreading them wider as his tongue delved deeper. I felt myself opening for him, relaxing into the intrusion that somehow stretched me without pain. My cock hung heavy between my legs, a trail of pre-cum dripping onto the sheets below.
When he finally withdrew, I whimpered at the loss. But then I felt something else pressing against me. Something much larger, much more insistent.
“I want to be inside you,” Azir said, his voice rough with need. “Will you allow me that honor?”
“Yes,” I gasped, beyond caring about anything except having him fill me. “Please fuck me.”
The head of his cock pressed against my entrance, impossibly large yet somehow not intimidating. There was no need for lube. Between his saliva and his pre-cum, everything was slick and warm and perfect.
As he pushed forward, I braced myself for the burn, the stretch that always came with taking someone large. But it never came. Instead, there was only a sense of fullness, of completion, as if my body had been made to accommodate him.
“By all the gods,” Azir groaned as he seated himself fully inside me. “You feel divine.”
He began to move, slow at first, long strokes that withdrew almost completely before filling me again. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, building like a storm on the horizon.
“More,” I demanded, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Harder.”
Azir obliged, his pace increasing, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force. The gold ring at the tip of his cock rubbed against my prostate with each thrust, sending jolts of ecstasy through my core.
“You’re mine tonight,” he growled, leaning over to nip at my shoulder. “Mine to pleasure. Mine to worship.”
His words sent a thrill through me, and I clenched around him, drawing a hiss from his lips. One of his hands snaked around to grasp my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation was overwhelming, pushing me rapidly toward the edge.
“I’m close,” I warned, feeling the familiar tightening in my balls.
“Then cum for me,” Azir commanded. “Let me feel you lose control.”
His thrusts became more forceful, more targeted, hitting my prostate with unerring accuracy. His hand worked my cock with perfect pressure, thumb swiping over the sensitive head with each upstroke.
The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, sudden and all-consuming. I cried out, my body convulsing as ropes of cum shot from my cock, coating his hand and the sheets beneath me. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me, longer and more intense than any climax I’d ever experienced.
But Azir didn’t stop. Even as the last tremors of my orgasm subsided, he continued to thrust, continued to stroke my oversensitive cock.
“What... what are you doing?” I gasped, the stimulation almost too much to bear.
“Djinn magic,” he whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
To my amazement, my cock remained hard in his hand, the oversensitivity giving way to renewed arousal.
He shifted, adjusting the angle of his thrusts, and somehow I felt a rush like nothing I’d ever experienced before.
My body seemed to reset itself, the post-orgasm sensitivity vanishing and replaced by a hunger even stronger than before.
“Oh my God,” I moaned as Azir continued to pound into me, his rhythm never faltering.
“Gods have nothing to do with this,” he chuckled, his voice like warm honey in my ear. “This is all me... and you.”
He flipped me onto my back in one fluid motion, never breaking our connection.
I gasped at the new angle, my legs automatically wrapping around his blue, muscular waist. In this position, I could see the intensity in his glowing eyes, the slight sheen of sweat on his forehead, and the way his lips parted with each thrust.
“I want to see you,” he said, one hand caressing my cheek. “I want to watch as you cum for me again.”
His cock hit my prostate with devastating accuracy, making me arch off the bed. My own cock was fully hard again, slapping against my stomach with each thrust. I’d never recovered so quickly before, never felt the desire rebuild this fast.
“How are you doing this to me?” I gasped, clutching at his shoulders, my nails digging into his hot blue skin.
“I told you,” he smiled, revealing those too-sharp teeth. “Magic. I can feel what brings you pleasure, what makes your body sing.” He leaned down to kiss me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth as his cock explored my ass. “And I can give you more than any mortal ever could.”
His hand wrapped around my cock once more, stroking me with exquisite precision. Every nerve in my body seemed to be on fire, pleasure building to heights I’d never imagined possible.
“Fuck, Azir, I’m gonna—“
“Yes,” he hissed, his thrusts becoming more forceful. “Give yourself to me again.”
My second orgasm hit even harder than the first, tearing a scream from my throat as cum erupted from my cock, shooting all the way up to my chest. My entire body convulsed, clenching around Azir’s massive length.
This time he followed me over the edge, his head thrown back, a roar escaping his lips as he emptied himself inside me. I could feel the heat of his release filling me, seeming to spread throughout my entire body like liquid fire.
But even as the last pulses of his orgasm subsided, I could feel him still hard inside me.
“We’re not done,” he whispered, his eyes glowing brighter. “Not yet.”
He pulled out slowly, leaving me feeling empty and desperate. But before I could complain, he was moving down my body, licking the cum from my chest and stomach. His tongue was hot and rought, sending shivers through my overstimulated skin.
“Turn over,” he commanded gently. “On your hands and knees.”
I obeyed without hesitation, my body responding to his authority like it belonged to him. I felt his hands on my ass, spreading me open, and then the hot, wet slide of his tongue over my cum-drenched hole.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned, burying my face in the pillow. The sensation was incredible, his tongue lapping at his own cum that was leaking out of me, then pressing back inside.
“You taste divine,” he murmured against my skin.
His tongue was joined by fingers, thick and probing, finding my prostate with unerring accuracy. I gasped as he massaged that sweet spot, sending jolts of pleasure through my spent body. To my amazement, I felt my cock hardening again.
“How many times can you make me cum?” I asked, my voice muffled by the pillow.
Azir’s laugh was dark and promising. “Let’s find out, shall we?”
He flipped me again, positioning me on my side before lying down behind me. His chest pressed against my back, his cock nudging at my entrance. One powerful arm wrapped around my chest while the other guided his length back inside me.
“Oh God,” I whimpered as he filled me again. The angle was different, deeper somehow.
“Relax,” he whispered, kissing the back of my neck. “Let me take care of you.”
His thrusts were slower this time, more deliberate. His hand found my cock, stroking it languidly in time with his movements. His other hand played with my nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers.
“I’ve pleasured emperors and concubines,” he murmured in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Warriors and virgins. But none have been as wonderfully responsive as you.”
I could only moan in response, my body caught in a never ending spiral of sensation too overwhelming for words. Every nerve ending felt raw and exposed, every touch amplified beyond reason.