34. Marked
Marked
Iclosed my mouth around him with a moan of pleasure, that ‘love’ warming my whole body.
Alluin had never called me that before. I’d never even heard him call anyone that before, but he said it with the ease of a man who’d done it a thousand times, as if he’d been wanting to call me his love since the first day we’d met.
He held himself still as I started bobbing up and down his length, too bone-tired and too hungry for him to even think about technique.
I had Alluin’s cock in my mouth. His gorgeous, thick, perfect cock was in my mouth, stretching my jaw, leaking precome onto my tongue.
A whimper escaped my throat as the taste flooded me, aching pleasure sinking into my core.
I moved for him, lapping my tongue along the ridge of his cockhead and flicking the tip up to tease against his frenulum with every pull back.
Alluin’s fingers tightened in my hair, the sharp prickles of pleasure-pain along my scalp making me gasp around his cock before sucking him deeper, my cheeks hollowing as my movements became more frantic.
“Look at you. You’re taking me so well, Zhi,” he rasped.
“Take it all for me. I want to see my cock stretching your pretty pale throat.”
My cock bucked, a spurt of precome gushing out of me to drip down my shaft.
I couldn’t stop moaning, the tiny, pathetic noises coming from somewhere deep inside of me.
I wanted his cock. Wanted to take it all for him.
I could. I would. I just needed more of his taste first, the salt-sweet sheen of his precome coating my tongue better than any drug.
With a growl, Alluin shoved my head towards his hips, forcing himself deeper, his cock hitting the back of my throat and making me gag, saliva flooding my mouth.
Need scorched through my body, a desperate, reckless thing.
My eyes rolled back in pleasure as Alluin started fucking my mouth with sharp hard thrusts. My lashes fluttered.
His cock felt so good in my mouth. His fingers felt so right in my hair. I wanted Lu to use me—to fuck me, to take me, to claim me, putting his mark on me so indelibly that the thought of anyone else touching me became anathema. I was his. His. Only his.
“Zhiolas. Look at me,” Alluin said in low demand.
I tilted my head back to look muzzily up through my lashes at him, his cockhead sliding along the roof of my mouth with every shallow thrust. My groin tensed again with a pulse of pleasure at the look on his face, teeth bared and ears pinned.
Every thrust sent a little jolt through me, making my cock bob, the sensation at my root making me desperate for touch.
My hands didn’t move from the sheets. Alluin had told me to put them there, so they stayed there.
I could only whimper and plead with my eyes, ears dropped low and submissive need in every line of my body.
“Can you take a cock in your throat? Do you know how?” he asked, his thrusts going languid.
“Mmmm,” I whined around his length, trying to make myself look even more pathetic.
His mouth slanted up into a dark smirk. He drove his hips forward again with slow deliberation. “So you’re simply being disobedient,” Alluin purred, sounding pleased. “Would you like me to be cruel? To take what I want from you however I like?”
Heat plummeted into my gut. Guilty fantasies swam into my mind, born from seeing how ruthlessly and beautifully Alluin used his army.
Alluin with his hand around my throat as he fucked me from behind with vicious satisfaction.
Alluin splaying me open in the garrison bar and using me like I was his personal fucktoy.
Alluin exactly like this, his strong fingers fisted in my long hair as he fucked my throat without any regard for my pleasure.
My cock was so hard it hurt, a leaden weight between my legs.
Alluin gave my hair a light tug and my sac went tight, gems against my body and my lower back tingling with need.
Precome rolled down my shaft and dripped onto the bed.
I couldn’t stop whimpering or shivering, so close to coming that all it would take would be a stroke, my hands fisting into the sheets to keep me from doing it.
I wanted it, wanted it, wanted it—
“If you want me to stop, take your hand off the bed,” Alluin said.
His hand tightened in my hair again. The sensation dropped me back into that pliable, floaty state, everything going hot and throbbing and my vision fuzzing.
Alluin held me in place with casual force and leaned forward.
His cock slid along my tongue and to the back of my throat, relentless and slow.
He didn’t stop, giving me time to relax and take it, his tip pressing past the entrance of my throat and deeper into me.
He was so thick, the girth of him enough to make my jaw sore, but I didn’t care.
Tension coiled lazily through me as Alluin drove himself to the hilt, burying my nose in his dark hair.
His cock twitched on my tongue; once, twice.
Alluin held himself there like he was trying not to immediately come, breathing hard, his thighs trembling.
“Fuck,” he said in a guttural moan, then dragged my head back so I could breath. I managed to suck in a breath before he slammed back into me, his cock spearing down my throat.
Alluin fucked me without mercy. Fucked me like a man possessed, both hands going to my head as he used me.
My mind went blank with pleasure. I sucked in air when he gave me a chance, drooling around his cock, all my skin tingling and my pulse so hot and heavy between my legs that it felt like getting fucked—as if every drive of his cock into my throat was somehow transferred to my hole.
His voice filled the room, deep groans of pleasure combining with the sawing of his breath and the filthy wet sounds of him fucking my throat, leaving me completely mindless with need.
I would know his voice anywhere, his scent anywhere.
Alluin was fucking me. Alluin was using me like I belonged to him.
Alluin had his fist in my hair, his cock in my throat, was moaning from how good I was making him feel.
I was getting dizzy from lack of air, but I didn’t care, because it was Alluin’s cock, Alluin’s choice, Alluin’s pleasure.
He could fuck me until I passed out if he wanted.
He could fuck me while I was passed out if he wanted, could take any part of me and use it how he liked.
The need in my groin throbbed in my whole body, everything loose and floaty and yet achingly hard and tight, the haunting sensation of imminence building at the base of my spine.
Alluin’s pace stuttered, and then with a raw sound of desperate need, he drove his cock to the hilt in me, not pulling back as his hips moved in short sharp jerks.
My vision sparked and hearing roared as my lungs begged for oxygen.
I started swallowing convulsively around his cock, needing his come more than I needed air.
He yanked my head back by the hair and fisted himself in one hand.
I gasped for breath as his come hit me on the face, the tongue, the chest, marking me, and with that thought the heat in my groin peaked in helpless need.
I came whimpering. Came untouched, came like a lightning-strike, pleasure sizzling down my spine to streak through my shaft, my cock jerking with every clench of my orgasm.
My seed painted the sheets between his legs in long white streaks. I couldn’t help it.
Alluin growled his pleasure to me and wrapped his hand around my cock, his grip milking another weak spurt of come out of me. I shuddered, wavering, and moaned when he cupped my face with his other hand, smearing his own spend across my skin.
“Gods, you look so gorgeous when you come. My lovely white dove,” he said in a pleasured groan.
“You’re all the lovelier for having my pleasure painting you.
” Alluin didn’t let go of my softening cock, cupping my groin with his thumb gently massaging the base of my shaft in a way that turned the sharp neediness of coming without stimulation into banked-fire bliss. “Lie down for me, shaeulo.”
Lying down was just about the only thing I was capable of. I swung my legs out from under me and sprawled back for him, my white hair fanning out and the weariness of the days of wakefulness settling into my bones.
He followed me down, heedless of the mess, fitting his body to mine. I shuddered, the weight of his body grounding me. “Lu,” I moaned, not really capable of coming up with anything more coherent.
Alluin gently wiped my spit off my face with his thumb, then scooped his spend off my cheek with two fingers. I whined and turned my head to capture his fingers with my mouth, the taste of his pleasure making me moan as I sucked on him.
He pulled his fingers free and licked the rest of it off my cheek. The touch of his tongue was almost unbearably erotic.
“Lu,” I said again, my hips angling against his, my softening cock still throbbing for touch.
“I have you,” Alluin said with heated affection. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to my throat, and then another. His callused hand ran down my side with firm demand.
I couldn’t help but arch into his touch, all my skin tingling and sensitive. “Lu—”
He turned his head and captured my mouth in a kiss, uncaring of the taste of his pleasure still on my lips. “I have you, Zhi,” he said again. “I love you. I want you. I’ll keep you for as long as you want to be kept.”
I panted against him, my hands still flat on the bed, everything hazy and heated and wonderful. My hips started to rock of their own accord. I chased the beautiful friction, my half-hard cock still sensitized from my orgasm. He felt so good against me. I never wanted this to end.
Alluin trailed his fingers down my arm, shifting his weight so that his powerful thigh was pressed against my groin. “You can take your hands off the bed,” he purred with a touch of amusement.