8. Such a Good Boy #2
Without looking away from her eyes and the depravity in them, I snap, and my clothes vanish.
She gasps in delight and scoots to the floor in front of me to fully take in the sight.
Her eyes trail my neatly stacked abs, and my stomach clenches as she takes in the sight of my cock.
Before I can worry that it’s too weird for her, she licks her lips and bends forward as she leans in to lick my weeping blue tip.
Her tongue flits out and lightly traces the four solid bone studs that line my glans, almost like a magic cross piercing, before enveloping the head of my cock in the bliss of her mouth.
Psychopomps don’t have a foreskin per se; it’s more like a cock with an extruding prehensile inner shaft.
The outer shaft is firmer than other species’ cocks from my experience and matches the rest of my ‘skin’.
While the inner shaft is a fuck ton more sensitive, and usually matches the color of our orbs.
Ryn slips her tongue between the flare of my outer and inner shaft and swirls it around my most sensitive place, forcing an animalistic moan from the depths of my fucking soul.
A violent shudder wracks my body, and I bite down hard on my lip to stay quiet.
She sucks gently before popping off my cock and pouting prettily.
Is she put out that I stopped serenading her with my weird ass fucking pre-nut vocals?
Maybe the gag order doesn’t apply to embarrassing pre-orgasm arias.
Before I can think about it too much, she runs her fingers along the base of my cock. Her hand trails over my knot swells and the bumpy, bone-colored protrusions that line my length, similar to a Jacob’s ladder, but around my entire outer shaft on the top, bottom, and either side.
“No balls?”
I look at her for a minute, silently panicking—does she want me to speak now? I arch a brow, and she smiles.
“You can speak.”
“The swells at the base there work kind of the same, so no. No dangling parts.”
She nods, her eyes alight with curiosity and desire, “And these? Are they bone?” She traces the ribbing along the top of my length and adds, “It looks like your dick has an exoskeleton.”
I wince, “Kind of—but they’re not hard enough to hurt or anything. I promise. They’re more similar to cartilage than bone.”
“I love it.” The tension in my shoulders relaxes at her affirmation, and I smile. “In fact, I bet it will feel absolutely amazing when you’re thrusting this beast of a cock into my pretty pussy. Don’t you?”
“Gods, yes.” My voice cracks, and I swallow hard against the lust clogging my throat.
“But not today.”
The cloying cadence of her voice clashes against the gut-punch sensation her words deliver. A slight blurriness clouds the corners of my orbs, and I realize with some small amount of shock that my nonexistent balls are so blue it’s brought ethereal tears to my fucking orbs.
I draw in a slow, steadying breath through my nose and lean back against the chair with my arms crossed behind my head.
I can’t promise her I won’t run off to the bathroom after she’s done her exploring and jerk off until I clog the pipes with cum, but I sure as shit can sit here quietly and look pretty while she has her fun.
Or at least, I can try until I embarrass myself and blow a load on her chair.
At this point, let’s be honest, things aren’t looking so hot for this chair.
Before I realize what’s happening, she envelopes my cock in a delicious wet heat. Nygh! FUCK! Oh gods.
Goosebumps cover every square inch of me as Ryn's head bobs on my cock. Her small tongue swirls around the tip as she sucks, pulling more of my sensitive inner shaft out into her mouth and drowning me in an almost painful amount of pleasure. My arms shoot out to either side of me and fist the blankets as I work to keep my hips still. She places one hand around my swollen knot swells, and squeezes, and wraps the other just above that, working my shaft as her mouth performs the most impressive magic I’ve ever experienced.
I can feel my release building already. I’m not even ashamed of how quickly it’s happening. Ryn is just that good.
“I—I’m gonna c-cu—”
She pops off my cock with a smacking sound and growls, “No. You’re not. You’re not going to cum until I tell you that you can.”
Her mouth sucks me back in as soon as she gets the words out, and I moan. I can’t help it.
I’ve always wondered what it feels like to be on the opposite end of having your soul sucked from your body.
Now I know, because Ryn is currently sucking my soul out of my fucking dick, and it feels so good it hurts.
My breaths come out in gasps, and I can feel pre-cum leaking from my tip.
Is it really leaking if it’s being sucked out like a straw, though? Oh my fuckin gah!
“Ryn, please!”
“No. Not yet.”
I whine pathetically and fist the blankets tighter.
I don’t want to let her down, but I can’t—I can’t.
Just then she lets go of my cock, moving a hand to each of my thighs.
The pressure release from around my swells instantly lessens the intensity, and I almost feel like I can breathe again.
Almost, because as soon as she has her hands firmly planted on my thighs, she tilts her head to lengthen her neck and opens her jaw, deep-throating my cock in one swift motion.
Stars burst in my vision as I feel her throat contract around me in waves.
Oh, sweet death. Is she fucking swallowing?!
“Ryn! P-please, please. I c-can’t…” My chest feels tight, and my stomach pinches with the ache of my contracted muscles. A small sob escapes me as Ryn pulls up.
“Come,” the word is a rush of sound as she quickly swallows my cock again. Her throat contracts in another practiced move, and I groan loudly as my vision blacks out momentarily.
My release rocks through me and fills her throat with what would have been mouthfuls of cum.
The sweetness of relief has an edge to it, though, as I fight to hold back the expansion of my swells in her tight little throat, and keep my inner shaft from fully extruding.
Do not kill the girl you like with your monster dick.
The mantra works, and I sigh with relief as the urge to knot passes.
I sag back against the chair, and my hands spasm as I release my death grip on the blankets.
She swallows one last time, and my body twitches with aftershocks as she pulls her lips up over my spent cock.
I stare at her from my boneless position and try to blink off the glaze that satiation put over my vision.
She smiles at me triumphantly and wipes at her bottom lip with her pointer finger before sucking it into her mouth. Heat radiates through my body like a pulse as she climbs into her original place by my side, winding her arms around me once more and squeezing me in a hug.
“You’re such a good boy, Seth.”
“Mercy, Ryn, please.” The heat of a flush swirls in the magic under my skin at her adulation, and I realize how easy it would be for her to make me her praise whore.
Her soft chuckle is a sharp contrast to the post-soul harvesting blow job feels. I’m not really sure how to act right now. How does one act when their world gets rocked so thoroughly that the floor completely disappears from under them?
“Fine, but only because I don’t want to wear my good boy out too quickly.”
My heart beats kick up, and I hold my breath, “Your good boy?”
She leans back to look me in the eye and doesn’t stutter as she proclaims, “Oh, yes. I’ve decided that you’re mine now. Congratulations, you have a smoking hot necromancer girlfriend.”
I let out my breath and crack a smile so big that it pushes my cheeks up against the underside of my exposed skull.
“Lucky me.”
Fuck. Yes.