Page 57 of Chased By the Fairy

Sorrel huffed wildly as desire clutched him. Everywhere throbbed, like his body was one entire erogenous zone, and hefeared he was moments from spending even without his shaft being touched.

He placed the back of his wrist over his mouth to hide his lustful noises, his eyelids crinkling both in need and confusion.Why does he make me feel so good?Every time Cypress touched him, Sorrel’s body seemed to awaken into a crazed mess, hoping he would touch himeverywhere.

Cypress looked up as he reached across the bed to dip his fingers into a shallow wooden bowl on the bedside table.

“I have to prepare you,” the prince told him as he coated his fingers in a strange liquid. “This nectar is really slick. It lasts a long time too.”

Before Sorrel could ask another question, his back arched off the bed when Cypress suddenly took the tip of his cock into his mouth.

“Ohhh fuck,” Sorrel moaned, his hand rushing back down to grip Cypress’ hair desperately as his body squirmed.

He’d thought Cypress’ hand had felt good, but the inside of his mouth was like warm heaven. Sorrel tried to restrain himself from thrusting, but the pleasure was so overwhelming he couldn’t stop his hips from moving.

Cypress’ head moved down, swallowing him three quarters before it hit the back of his throat. Sorrel looked down to find Cypress already watching to gauge his reaction.

Shivers caused the hair on his body to rise. Sorrel’s eyes threatened to roll and close at the same time.I’m going to come. I feel like I’m going to explode.

Just before that thought could clutch his entire body and give him release, he felt Cypress’ finger stroking the tight hole of his ass.

He grinned up at him as Sorrel paused, then slowly pushed a finger inside.

His grip tightened on Cypress’ hair, but for a different reason. An uncomfortable sting pierced through his euphoric state, even more so when a second finger slid inside. Sorrel flinched. His breathing calmed before Cypress moved his fingers back and forth and a strange cold shudder wracked Sorrel’s body.

The only thing that stopped him from trying to crawl away was Cypress’ mouth slipping up and down his cock. Sorrel’s body tried to melt for the tongue that came up to circle the head.

The conflicting sensations had him immobile, but he started to ease, only to turn his eyes to the ceiling when a third finger entered. The stretch felt intense, and he tried his hardest to breathe through it.

“You’re doing so well, Sorrel.” Cypress kissed the side of his cock with affection before he tongued the tip with a swipe. “Just breathe. I promise you’ll start enjoying it soon.”

Cypress brought his cock back into the comforting heat of his mouth, distracting Sorrel from the other sensations. At first, he just held his fingers inside. Only once Sorrel began to relax did Cypress thrust slowly, getting him used to the sensation of something moving in him.

Then he moaned when Cypress’s fingers dug against something that had his cock pulsating and an intense clutch of pleasure gripping his groin. Sorrel started thrusting into both his fingers and his mouth, unsure which one felt better than the other.

“Does that feel good?” Cypress asked against the side of his cock.

With his nose crinkling and a groan falling from him, Sorrel subtly nodded.

Cypress chuckled as he slipped his mouth away and removed his fingers. He lathered his shaft with kisses before he went down to bring one of Sorrel’s balls into his mouth, rolling it within the cavity as he sucked.

Sorrel’s toes curled and his grip on his hair tightened, trying to pull him away. Cypress was being too much. Sorrel almost begged for him to stop until he thankfully pulled back once more.

Cypress rose to his knees, and a wicked glint sparkled in his maple eyes.

“I’m going to make sure my cock is stroking your prostate until you’re happily coming for me from it.”

Cypress dipped his hand into the shallow bowl of liquid before he fell to his side while dragging Sorrel with him. He was forced to straddle Cypress’ waist when he rolled to his back. His clear dragonfly wings were nestled underneath him comfortably.

“And I don’t think I can wait to be inside you anymore. Watching you move while I fingered and sucked you was driving me crazy.”

Cypress lathered his cock in that slimy liquid, making Sorrel’s mouth water. The sight was erotic as Cypress stroked his thick cock, pumping it a few times to make sure liquid covered every inch.

“H-how come I’m on top?” Sorrel asked, a flush of embarrassment heating through the redness of his arousal.

“This is your first time,” Cypress said, gripping at Sorrel’s thigh with an appreciative knead. “I want you to take me at your own pace. If I’m on top, I’m worried I’ll be too rough with you at the start and hurt you.”

Sorrel nodded in understanding.

He lifted Sorrel’s hips and tucked the pink, broad and flared rim of his cockhead against the entrance of his ass.

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