Chapter 65 #3
“I would like you to be my second, if you’re willing?” I mumbled, my breath fanning against his lips that were so tantalizingly close to my own. “I’m not sure if I’ll even be able to . . . perform, but I’d like to try.”
Something about Ilyas made me want to try, made me want to hope that my inability to feel arousal was just a trauma response I could overcome.
And gods did I want to overcome it for him.
“Whatever you want,” he murmured against my lips before lowering his mouth to my own, meeting in a soft, tentative kiss. Ilyas was only the second person I’d ever kissed, and the act felt way more intimate than anything else we would potentially do tonight.
His lips were large and soft, and they moved across mine with languid expertise, like he was trying to taste all of me at once.
Ilyas gently pried my lips open with his own before lazily pushing his tongue inside my mouth to tangle with my own.
The sensation of his tongue against mine was heady, and I moaned into his mouth.
My heart jumped at the sound, and Ilyas smiled as he continued to kiss me, never increasing his speed or attempting to move to the next thing. Slowly, I relaxed into his affection, my muscles loosening as my body drifted downward until I lay on my back, Ilyas hovering over my prone form.
The longer we kissed, the more I felt that part of me I thought permanently dormant awaken. Blood rushed to my cock and it hardened in my pants, trying to push through to reach the man who was the first to stoke my arousal in months.
Ilyas moved above me, his hips coming into contact with my erection. He froze and pulled away from our kiss, his ocean eyes questioning and so open.
“Touch me, Ilyas, please,” I whispered. “I don’t want to be broken anymore.”
“You’re not broken, Lex. You were never broken.
What happened to you . . . I could understand if you never wanted to touch or be touched again.
You are perfect the way you are my Mage, and I will do whatever you want, whatever you need, for you to see that.
Even if we never consummate this Bond, I will be happy knowing my soul found yours. ”
Tears welled in my eyes at his conviction, at the honesty I heard in his declaration and saw shimmering in his eyes.
“Touch me, Ilyas. I trust you. Touch me,” I said again and gasped when his large hand wrapped around my pant-clad dick and squeezed.
“Oh, fuck!” I exclaimed, his touch causing precum to gush from the tip of my cock.
Ilyas’ pupils dilated at the wet spot on the front of my pants, and an animalistic groan rattled through his chest as he bent down and licked it.
My cock twitched in his hand and my belly tightened at the intimate act.
“Can I taste you?” he rumbled against my crotch.
Immediately, I nodded. “Yes, yes,” I practically panted.
Within seconds, Ilyas had my pants pulled down and off, exposing my lower half to his sensual perusal. His hand gripped my length once more and I nearly came from the feeling of a warm palm against the exposed skin of my cock.
Slowly, he lowered his head to my dick. Ilyas’ tongue shot out to lick up my shaft before he cleaned the tip of my cock with slow, measured licks.
It was like the amount of precum was never-ending and it continually wept from my crown.
Ilyas wrapped his plush lips around my cock before taking me straight to the back of his throat and swallowing around my length.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned low as lightning sped down my spine. My balls pulled close to my body with an impending orgasm. “Ilyas,” I whined. “Ilyas, I’m coming. I’m coming . . .”
I half-heartedly tried to push his head off my dick, but he simply lowered himself further and I felt the tip of my erection enter his throat. Ilyas kneaded my full balls with one hand, the other pressed against a spot between my balls and dick, a movement that had me coming in seconds.
I came with a low groan and watched in fascination as his throat contracted around my length again, swallowing every drop of my cum.
Ilyas raised his head and released my dick with a wet pop. His lips were swollen and shiny with spit and my release, and I felt my cock twitch as he thumbed the side of his mouth before sucking it clean.
“Godsdamn,” I muttered as Ilyas chuckled.
I expected my dick to deflate, but it was still hard, throbbing with the need for another release.
My eyes trailed down Ilyas’ torso as he worked to expose himself to me, and I scrambled to follow suit, pulling the tunic over my head as I watched Ilyas shuck his pants.
In the seconds it took for me to lose my shirt, Ilyas was bared completely to me, and my jaw hit the floor at the sight of his very hard, very large cock.
“Holy fuck. How big is it?” I exclaimed, eyeing his cock warily. Ilyas’ chuckle was warm and deep, which had the hairs on my arms standing to attention with arousal.
“Large,” is all he said.
“Yes, I can see that,” I muttered as I sat up and scooted toward him.
His dick reached for my face, so long and thick that it hung downward, despite the fact that he was rock hard.
“You may touch me, Mage,” Ilyas intoned, stroking a hand down my face as I reached out with my tongue to taste him. He was slightly musky with a hint of something clean, and I opened my mouth as wide as possible, trying desperately to fit him inside.
There’s no way I’m going to be able to return the favor.
I worked as hard as I could to get as much of Ilyas in my mouth as possible, but he was simply too wide and too long. That, however, didn’t stop me from sucking hard on the tip of his cock and working his remaining length with my hands.
Ilyas groaned and whimpered as I sucked and stroked, the sounds of his pleasure fueling my growing desire.
“Would you like to . . . fuck me?” I asked as I popped off his dick, a string of drool connecting my lips to his erection. I gazed up at him and only saw reverent devotion in his eyes.
“If that’s what you want,” he whispered, and I vigorously nodded my head.
“Yes,” I said as I released his cock. It bobbed obscenely between his legs as I laid back on the bed, holding my legs up and open to expose my most intimate part to him.
“I have to loosen you up first,” he teased softly, and my cheeks pinked.
“There should be some lubricant—” I started but watched as Ilyas plucked the container off the nightstand and coated his fingers and dick liberally.
He shuffled on his knees toward me before pouring a generous amount on my cheeks and asshole.
The room-temperature liquid felt cold against my arousal-heated skin, and I groaned in pleasure.
“I’m going to stretch you now,” Ilyas explained lowly as he delicately rimmed my hole with a fingertip before gently pushing inside to the first knuckle.
The stretch burned, but not nearly as much as it did while I was in the catacombs below. Surprisingly, I felt no impending flashback, no indication that having sex with Ilyas would catapult me back to that dark place.
So I relaxed into Ilyas’ ministrations and simply allowed myself to feel. He worked me ever so slowly, giving my body plenty of time to adjust and loosen before inserting additional fingers and thrusting deeper.
Eventually, I felt a burn as arousal thundered through my system, and when Ilyas pressed a point internally, my dick jerked before hot cum coated my lower abdomen.
“That’s two,” Ilyas’ gravelly voice rumbled as he thrust three fingers hard and deep into my ass. My dick was still hard, and I watched in awe as Ilyas removed his fingers and notched his cock at my entrance.
“I’m going to get one more out of you,” he promised, eyes twinkling with mischief and desire. “Are you ready, Lex?”
I paused, taking stock of my emotional and physical well-being, before nodding.
“Yes, I’m ready. Fuck me, Ilyas,” I said and felt Ilyas push just the tip inside. As much as he stretched me to take his cock, nothing could have prepared me for this moment.
He was huge, and I felt a burning stretch immediately.
“Gods above and below,” I muttered as Ilyas slowly thrust in and out of my ass, going slightly deeper with each pulse.
His large palms cupped the back of my thighs, pushing my legs further apart and toward my chest. I wrapped my hands around my knees, pulling my legs further up to give him better access.
“Gods, this is a sight, Lex,” he muttered, eyes trained on the place where we were joined.
I panted through the slight pain as Ilyas finally—finally—slid home. We both moaned in unison with the movement, and I felt his dick twitch inside me. Ilyas bent his forehead to rest against my own as we caught our breath.
“One day, I will fuck you, Lex,” he said, and I frowned. “But today, today I’m going to make love to you, show you how much I appreciate what you are giving me.”
Tears pricked my eyes as Ilyas began to move. The feeling of him inside me, stretching me, claiming me, healing me, was overwhelming, and tears cascaded down my face. Ilyas kissed each one away as he thrust harder, his belly stroking my dick where it was trapped between us.
“I’ll always take care of you, Lex. Always,” he murmured against my skin while I openly wept, my hips rocking up to meet his as we chased our impending releases.
Something inside my chest snapped as we moved, my connection to Ilyas growing and solidifying until it felt unbreakable, a thick permanent strand that connected us both.
“I’m close, Lex,” Ilyas breathed against my lips as he took my mouth in a searing kiss, his hand reaching between us to fist my cock. He stroked in time with his thrusts, and within seconds, I felt that telltale tingling of my impending release.
“Me too,” I panted on a groan as Ilyas jerked me, hard.
“Come with me,” Ilyas pleaded, and I felt my balls tighten as Ilyas’ dick swelled in my ass.
I came with a groan, cum spurting from my dick to land on our stomachs and his hand.
At the sight of my release, his hips chased an erratic rhythm before stalling completely as he found his pleasure in my body.
Ilyas thrust hard once more, forcing his cum further into my ass, before he collapsed with a groan on top of me.
The air left my lungs as the mountain of muscle laid on top of me, and I weakly hit against his back.
Ilyas rolled off me with a chuckle before pulling his long, thick length from my ass. I winced slightly as he finally popped free.
“You’re going to feel me for a few days,” he admitted proudly, and I shook my head against the pillow with a slight scoff.
“Next time, I’m on top,” I muttered, and Ilyas chuckled loudly before kissing me soundly.
“Whatever you say, my Mage.”
I smiled as I watched him clean us both up, and the Bond strummed happily in my chest.