Chapter 48
Chapter
Forty-Eight
Wraith held out the vial with the pale-pink liquid inside.
“An aphrodisiac?” Konrad’s brows shot up.
Wraith nodded. This had seemed like such a good idea at the time, but now with Konrad staring at him and the vial, Wraith’s stomach was churning.
Earlier that day, he’d gone to some rooms being used by those from Necros. Not his family’s room. He’d decided he did not wish to go back there after the last time.
No. They were quarters belonging to some dignitaries from Necros. Still, he’d been very nervous about entering. He’d received some glances, but no one spoke to him or demanded to know why he was there. And no one had told him to fuck off, which was nice.
Then he’d pulled one of the servants into a room and asked for a vial of the aphrodisiac.
“You see, aphrodisiacs are commonly used in Necros. But I’d never used one, as I’ve never had sex with anyone living before.” Wraith furrowed his brows. “I suppose I could have used one with the ghosts. But I never really considered it. Also, I’m not sure if it would have been such a good idea.”
Konrad stepped forward. He took the vial from Wraith’s hand and held it up. Then he smiled at Wraith. He lifted a finger, running it up the front of Wraith’s throat.
“So you want to try this?” Konrad asked, voice husky.
Wraith’s breath caught. He nodded.
“And you want to try it here?”
Wraith nodded again. “I thought it might be fun having sex in one of these rooms. Elias put the idea in my head. He even gave me some ointment to … smooth the way.” He pulled out the jar.
Konrad laughed. “He did, did he? I have to say, I think Elias is a good influence on you. So how does this aphrodisiac work?”
“Well, there is enough in there for one person. So one of us will drink it. Then the other person can look after them and their … needs.”
Konrad rotated the vial. The pink liquid sloshed inside. “So, when you imagined taking this, how did you see that going? Did you wish to drink this?”
“Only if that’s okay with you. I thought I could drink it and then …” Wraith trailed off. He had fantasies. But putting them into words seemed like a lot.
“I would look after you?” Konrad asked, voice low.
Wraith’s cock, already hard, pulsed. “Yes.”
“Hmmm. Then I suppose you better drink up.” Konrad uncorked the vial. He held it to Wraith’s lips.
Wraith tipped back his head. The thick, sweet, syrupy liquid slid into his mouth and down his throat. He swallowed.
Konrad took the bottle away. “Any idea how long it takes to have an effect?”
“No.” Wraith shook his head.
“We’ll just have to wait and see.” Then Konrad kissed him. He threw the empty vial onto a settee and gripped Wraith’s waist, pulling him close.
Following Konrad’s lead, Wraith tossed the jar of ointment onto the settee as well. Then Wraith slid his hands up into Konrad’s hair, burying them in the short strands.
Their mouths moved. Their tongues entwined. Konrad guided him towards the settee. The backs of Wraith’s legs hit it, and Konrad lowered him down. His hands caressed Wraith’s body, over the robes and corset. For several minutes, they just kissed and touched, hands wandering.
Konrad went to his knees before Wraith. Breath speeding up, Wraith leaned back. Konrad removed Wraith’s silk shoes. Then his hands slid up beneath the fabric of Wraith’s robes, caressing his bare legs. Konrad gripped his drawers and tugged them down, casting them aside.
Wraith’s head felt light. His whole body tingled.
Konrad’s green eyes studied Wraith’s face. “Is it starting to take effect? Your pupils are very large.”
“I think …” Wraith licked his lips. “Yes.” He squirmed. He gasped at the sensation of his robes sliding against his throbbing dick. “I think it might be working.”
Konrad’s hands rested on his thighs. So close but so far from where Wraith wanted them to be.
“Konrad. Please. I need you.” Every touch and sensation felt amplified. Wraith could hear his own heartbeat, pounding in his ears. He yearned. “Konrad, I need you now.”
Konrad smiled, a wicked, hungry smile. Then he lifted Wraith’s robes, and his head disappeared beneath the dark fabric. Wraith spread his legs wide. Warm, hot breath brushed Wraith’s skin. Then a calloused hand wrapped around his dick.
“Konrad!” Wraith cried out. He had no doubt the guards outside the door could hear him, but Wraith did not care.
Soft lips slid down Wraith’s cock. Wraith whimpered.
Konrad’s head bobbed beneath Wraith’s robes. Konrad removed his hand from around the base of Wraith’s dick and took him into his throat.
Wraith threw a hand over his face. He thrust his hips, unable to control or stop himself from shoving his dick into Konrad’s welcoming mouth.
But Konrad didn’t seem to mind. He gripped Wraith’s hips, tugging them and urging Wraith to fuck his throat. Wraith’s feet pressed against the carpet as he pistoned his hips.
“Oh! Konrad. I can’t— I … Please.” With both hands, Wraith gripped Konrad’s head. Moans and half-formed pleas fell from his lips. He squeezed his eyes shut. He felt lost in lust and the desperate need to come.
His toes curled. His legs trembled. He threw back his head, and he thrust his hips once more, spilling his seed. Konrad swallowed around his cock, drinking down Wraith’s cum.
Wraith sagged. Konrad released him from his mouth. He threw the robes back. His hair was a mess, his cheeks flushed and lips swollen.
Konrad slid his hands up Wraith’s legs. “How was that?” he asked, voice roughened.
“Wonderful.” Wraith did not think he could move again anytime soon. So he just lay on the settee, legs spread, and his wet dick lying against his thigh.
Konrad’s hands moved up and down Wraith’s inner legs. “You look so beautiful like this.” His hands approached Wraith’s cock and balls, before gliding down his legs. His hands kept caressing, and beneath Konrad’s firm but gentle touch, Wraith felt his body coming alive already.
Wraith wiggled on the settee. His dick twitched and began to fill.
“Are you ready to go again?” Konrad asked, voice tinged with awe.
Wraith swallowed. He gripped Konrad’s arm. “Please. I need more. I need you inside me, fucking me, claiming me, spilling your seed inside me. Konrad, please.”
Konrad’s hands disappeared. Wraith let out a small cry of distress. Why would Konrad stop touching him?
A hand returned to his leg, squeezing gently before releasing. Konrad grabbed the jar of ointment and opened it. “Shhh. It’s okay. I’m looking after you. I’ll see that all your needs are met. I promise I won’t leave you unsatisfied.”
Slippery fingers slid up Wraith’s crease. They found his entrance and rubbed. Wraith pushed back against them, desperate for them to be buried deep. A finger pressed inside. Wraith gasped. A second finger joined the first. They moved and rotated.
“I’m so hard for you,” Konrad growled. “I can’t wait to fuck you again. And seeing you like this, so desperate and needy. Fuck. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.” He shoved a third finger inside Wraith, spreading them apart.
Wraith’s robes bunched around his waist, exposing him completely from the hips down. With a heated gaze, Konrad watched as his fingers plunged into Wraith’s hole over and over. The fingers angled. They hit Wraith’s prostate.
Wraith threw back his head. He closed his eyes. He shoved his hips down, riding Konrad’s fingers. They kept nailing that magic spot over and over.
“I’m close!” Wraith cried out.
“Already?” Konrad asked, the surprise clear in his tone.
But Wraith couldn’t concentrate on that. His gut tensed. The pleasure burned through him. Konrad fucked Wraith faster with his fingers. The tips rubbed insistently against Wraith’s nub. Wraith panted and gasped. He tossed his head from side to side as the bliss peaked inside him.
Every muscle in his body grew taut. He screamed as his orgasm scorched through him, lighting him up from the inside. His cock jerked, and he came.
Wraith collapsed back onto the settee. Konrad tugged his fingers free. Wraith sighed, feeling suddenly extremely empty. Too empty. It wasn’t right.
“Konrad. Please. You need to fuck me. I need your cock inside me. Now. I’m too empty. I need it. Please. I need your cock. I need your seed. I need you filling me up,” Wraith babbled, insensible to what he was saying; he just knew he needed.
“Please, Konrad.” He gripped Konrad’s upper arms, trying to tug him closer. “Fuck me.”
Konrad reached down and undid the lacing of his trousers. He pulled his dick free. The flushed head made Wraith’s mouth water.
Wraith reached for it. With trembling fingers, he gripped the hard length. He stroked. Konrad groaned.
“I want to taste you.” Wraith leaned forward and almost fell off the settee.
Konrad grabbed his shoulder and pressed him back onto the settee. “Careful there. Don’t want you getting hurt.” He rose and gripped the base of his dick.
Wraith lay back on the settee as Konrad moved forward and over Wraith. He hooked a leg over Wraith and placed it beside him on the settee. Konrad used his free hand to grip Wraith’s hair. He leaned forward, angling his dick towards Wraith’s parted lips.
“If you want to suck my cock, then you are more than welcome to suck my cock.”