34. Friendship Pacts & Buttermoth #3
"I'm sorry!"—Ispahan almost sobs as Zenith squeezes the base of Ispahan's cock while sucking only the head and bites it between his teeth—"I thought Hara and Butter would be okay with you. Please Zenny, ah!"
"That's what you get for overthinking, you big lug!" Zenith hisses at him. Ispahan tries to guide him back to his jutting cock by his hair but Zenith whispers angrily, "No touching until I say so."
"Please, Zenny! You've been torturing me since yesterday." Ispahan yells and the next moment Zenith springs up and pushes Ispahan down on his knees hard, reversing their positions.
"Open that fucking mouth! You're making too much noise, Your Majesty.
What will people think, hmm? Big, fearless Nephilim whining to come.
Such a desperate little slut with a greedy little hole.
" Zenith sneers while taking his stiff cock out of his breeches.
He presses the weeping cock-head to Ispahan's lips and I feel a shiver of unease go down my spine.
Is he going to debase Ispahan?
I can't stand by and watch my friend being humiliated like this. I know the taste of it firsthand and won't let anyone I care about be subjected to it.
Just as I'm about to charge ahead, Ispahan opens his mouth on a pant, and literally pounces on Zenith's long cock. He starts bobbing his head, sucking his length greedily between his lips. Moans escape Ispahan's throat as Zenith groans, sifting his hands lovingly through Ispahan's blond locks.
I halt in my tracks, stilling at the look of pure adoration on Zenith's face. He picks up his pace, ramming into the back of Ispahan's throat with his sizable length. Ispahan locks eyes with him, opening his mouth wider. Zenith grunts, tightening his hold on Ispahan’s hair.
That's when Zenith starts earnestly fucking Ispahan's mouth while fisting his blond curls in both hands. "You want to come, my little slut?" Zenith asks in a guttural voice, staring at Ispahan intensely. Ispahan nods vigorously and laps at Zenith's balls. "Mmmm, yes! I want milk."
"But you drank Zahara's milk today already. Greedy boys don't deserve milk when they're being naughty." Zenith steps out of his boot and strokes at Ispahan's obscenely bobbing cock with his right toe, making him shiver in pleasure.
I'm frozen, having died and gone to voyeur's paradise.
Ispahan buckles, then moans breathlessly while nibbling along the length of Zenith's cock. "But it's not the same! I want Zenny's milk! Please, Zenny baby. Need to come. I need you so much.”
Zenith pulls Ispahan by his hair and shoves his rigid cock down his throat.
Ispahan’s face gets smooshed against Zenith’s pelvis and he gags for a moment while Zenith commands harshly, “Fucking choke on it!” Instead of pushing away, Ispahan moans and takes Zenith even deeper, swallowing greedily.
Zenith sets a slow and steady rhythm while somehow managing to stroke Ispahan's cock with his foot at the same time.
This beautiful moth has serious skills!
"Look at you, my shameless little slut. Pretty lips stretched around my cock. Don't worry, I'll fill your belly with my cum."
Ispahan releases Zenith's cock from his mouth and rubs his face against Zenith's groin like a feline in heat, sniffing deeply. "Please let me touch you, baby. Please. I'm sorry, I'll not go off on my own again without telling you. Please, Zenny!" He wails.
"You promise, Han?"
"Yes. Yes! You've my word."
Zenith grabs Ispahan's hands that until now had been clasped behind his back with the no-touching edict, and wraps them around his own waist, while softly stroking Ispahan's cheek.
Ispahan encircles Zenith's trim waist in his muscular arms and smooshes his face against his groin, mumbling something. A moment later he swallows his cock halfway in his mouth and starts suckling the rock hard length with strong pulls.
Zenith begins his ministrations anew and soon both come with loud enough groans to rattle the castle walls.
Ispahan swallows Zenith's release, lapping at his cock with kitten-licks.
His own cum has spilled on the marble floor, and Zenith gives one last tug with his toes, making Ispahan spurt again with a grunt.
A huge boost of carnal energy hit me as they came. It's indirect, but oh so potent! Those two pack a serious punch.
Zenith joins Ispahan on his knees and places soft, swift kisses on his lips. "My adorable little tramp." He murmurs in between sweet nibbles of Ispahan's lips.
"Love you, Zenny baby." Ispahan whispers, rubbing his cheek against Zenith's.
"Love you more, Han." Zenith murmurs deeply, embracing Ispahan.
I feel like an intruder watching their tender exchange and withdraw silently, taking a different route to the back gardens.
On my way to the lake surrounded by tall aspen trees, I reflect on the fact that Zenith insulted Ispahan but it wasn't with an intention to hurt, even though it seemed like a punishment.
And Ispahan not only enjoyed the act but also trusted Zenith to take care of him, and his needs.
Trust.
That's what made all the difference. Both trusted each other. Something I no longer have, or perhaps never fully had with my husbands.