26. Fluffy Smutty Goodness #3
It’s too much. I can feel the overload pulling me down toward unconsciousness, but I’m not willing to surrender.
Gathering what energy I have left, I push it all back across our bond, and I can feel the moment it trounces Seth, inundating him with a tsunami of pleasure.
It’s so potent that his knot-swells explode, and his inner shaft extends in a way that I’ve only ever experienced during our soul bonding.
I watch with fascination as it bulges, milky jets of cum spurting out violently, his entire cock palpitating with his orgasm.
We’re both crying out, my pussy clenches so tightly around the shadow cock that it halts the strap-on's movements, throbbing around the fullness, locked in our shared orgasms.
Seth has a shaking fist wrapped tightly around the knot-swells that have ballooned on his outer shaft, while his other hand moves with deliberately slow jerks, riding out the aftershocks as oversensitivity kicks in.
He’s still leaking cum in a steady stream, and I bite my lip, knowing this is meant to be happening inside of me, so the whimpers coming from him now are probably not entirely from pleasure.
I’m slick with his cum, painted in it from my neck down to my mound, and I tap his thigh to signal him to move.
He groans, carefully lifting and then crashing down beside me, wincing as his sensitive cock rubs against the texture of the blankets.
“Can you walk, baby?” My voice is hoarse, and I swallow against the dryness.
He hesitates, then gives one jerky nod, and I drop a kiss to his bony cheek before scooting off the bed, stripping off my saturated lingerie on my way to the bathroom.
My legs are a little wobbly still, and there’s a pounding ache of satisfaction coming from my pussy.
I can hear the bed shifting behind me as I get to the tub, quickly switching on the faucets and adding in some salts and oils.
Seth’s brow ridges are drawn together as he enters the room behind me, clutching his cock in both hands to alleviate some of the discomfort, and I point to the rapidly filling tub.
He frowns, but tentatively climbs in, gasping when he has to let go to settle down into the water.
I climb in quickly and position myself on his lap, pulling him forward enough to wrap my legs around his back and wedge his cock between our stomachs.
Understanding dawns on his face, and he chokes out a relieved sigh as he wraps his still shaking arms around me, pulling me as tightly as he can against him, and cocooning his cock in flesh and warmth.
We sag into each other, both sighing with the rush of post-orgasm catharsis that envelops us.
After a while, Seth presses gentle kisses to the top of my head, and his fingers trace little patterns against my back, drawing mewls of happiness from me.
Thankfully, his cock doesn’t take as long to deflate since our little makeshift womb isn’t quite as satisfying as the real thing.
I lick my dry lips and lean back some, “Gonna wash up quick and get a drink. Do you want something?”
Seth nods, his orbs somehow warm, despite their blue color. “Yes, please. Anything but tea.”
I lean back tentatively and smile at the sight of his beautiful, unknotted cock. Running my hands down my front to get as much cum off as possible before I jump in the shower, my brow knits with curiosity.
“Why?”
“Why what?” He’s smiling, which is the first sign that he wanted me to ask this question. I purse my lips and squint, almost positive I’ll regret asking, but charging on all the same.
“Why ‘anything but tea’? I thought you said you liked the new one I found for you.” I try not to pout, but I was pretty proud of myself for finding a variety he enjoyed.
He shrugs casually, and I brace myself when that brief glint sparks to life in his orbs.
“Because I’ve been the busted bag in this nut tea for the past thirty minutes, and I’m appropriately disinterested.”
I blink, and a flash of conversation from our first proper date about his boba fiasco pops into my head. Despite my best efforts not to feed the beast, I laugh, and he beams proudly in response. I splash him with his nut water, shaking my head as I climb out.
“How long were you waiting to make that joke?”
“Since the minute my cum hit the water.”
“Feel better?”
He tilts his head, amused orbs shining with uninhibited love. “Thanks to you, yes.”
My face burns with a pleased flush, and I grin as I turn on the shower. “You know, I could go for some tea.”
Seth nods, unplugging the tub and stepping out of the bath, “I can make you some, love.”
I grin, looking at him through my lashes as water sprays over my back and runs in rivulets off my peaked nipples. “Oh, I’m counting on it. After all, I did say it was your nut and balls I’d prefer to have in my mouth.”
Seth freezes, orbs flickering as he grunts, “Fuck.”
My eyes drop down to his growing erection, and I smile victoriously. He runs a hand down his face, then tilts his head back while he groans softly, “You’re gonna fucking kill me, baby.”
I shrug, giddiness making me lighter than I can ever remember being, “I’ll bring you back.”
A guttural growl is all the response I get before my good boy shoots me a smoldering look and comes to me.