Page 22 of His Noble Savior

“Aroused.”

“Mmh. Good.”

Richard withdrew his fingers from Lilian’s hole, stilled, then drove inside, hitting him dead center.

“Yes!”

His inner muscles squeezed Richard, grabbing onto him where he touched Lilian’s most special place. A breathy sound blew out of him. Richard’s fingertips tenderly probed his gland. At the care in his touch, the butterflies in Lilian’s stomach danced.

“Your prostate is so full,” Richard said. “It’ll be a relief when you climax, spilling all this fluid. No wonder you were squirming in my lap with all this inside you. I’ll help you find release, make you feel better.”

He nudged it, coaxing a restrained grunt out of Lilian. Fuck, Richard’s touch felt so good. He rubbed him in small circles, creating a swirl of sensations, which spiraled out from his gland into his entire groin and the rest of his body, leaving him needy for more.

The droplet of liquid in Lilian’s slit grew into a fat pearl. Another swipe along his prostate, and enough fluid collected for it to drool down, licking across Lilian’s frenulum. He hissed at the sharp pleasure and moaned when the drop ran along his sensitive underside.

Lilian throbbed, and not just his cock, but every vein in his body was pulsing with lust, flushing his skin pink. Richardpaid Lilian’s deprived dick no mind but focused on caressing his prostate, alternating smooth and steady motion with careful jabs, each one provoking a gasp.

Under Richard’s relentless ministrations, Lilian’s desire turned to desperation. He hankered for an orgasm, every touch adding fuel to his burning fire of need. The faerie oil escalated the intensity, and Lilian’s pelvic floor contracted against Richard’s digits, wordlessly asking for release.

“I need to come,” Lilian ground out, fighting the debauched sounds about to spill from his mouth.

“You’re tensing,” Richard said, continuing his maddening circles around Lilian’s love spot. “Your body is readying for an orgasm.” He swallowed. “If you really want to climax now, I could…”

“No,” Lilian pressed out between clenched teeth, sweat pearling on his skin. “I’m about to beg for release. Don’t let me come. Squeeze my root and deny me until my body forces the orgasm from me. You’re right; I need to be milked. Don’t stroke my cock until that’s done, and don’t give in to my pleas. Leave me hanging.”

Another swipe across his gland. “As you wish.” Anyone but Richard would’ve smirked, promising blissful agony, but he showed nothing but devotion. Lilian had to be drained if he wanted a chance at controlling his relentless arousal, and Richard was happy to help.

He withdrew by an inch, leaving Lilian’s prostate sad and alone, crying for his strokes. Richard scissored his fingers, parting Lilian’s insides.

“Oh fuck!”

Lilian’s hole tried to constrict around Richard, his anal muscles fighting to press his digits together. Richard was stronger, spreading Lilian’s trembling inner walls. Open and exposed, Lilian wailed in frustration. Richard drove him insane,and Lilian loved every second of it. The orcs had dominated him in many ways, but they’d never controlled his pleasure. Richard did, and it had Lilian sparking with bliss. He’d given Richard the reins, and Richard knew exactly what to do. His skilled fingers drove Lilian wild, bringing him to the verge of ecstasy and leaving him there. Lilian was dancing on the rim of a volcano, the rumbling heat threatening to erupt at any moment, and Richard was keeping him there, expertly stimulating him toward madness. He wasn’t even touching Lilian’s prostate. He was simply holding his wanton, clenching walls apart, driving him crazy while denying him the touch he needed so badly.

“Richard!”

It earned him nothing but Richard’s fingers parting further, putting more strain on his hole. Lilian’s loins trembled with lust.

“N-Need… to… come…”

Richard closed his digits, and a shout of relief bolted out of Lilian. His reprieve was short-lived. Richard struck his prostate with terrifying precision, sending Lilian staggering toward the brink. Oh, how he longed to fall over it and dissolve in mind-shattering convulsions. Richard’s grip on his base was unyielding, forestalling his orgasm. His insides twitched with the building strain, eager to detonate into gratifying convulsions.

“Please…”

Lilian hoped for his body to snap, for his mounting arousal to overcome the hold Richard had on him and send him flying into climax. He writhed, a sheen of sweat slicking his skin. His hole tingled; his core begged for completion.

“You’re close,” Richard said, lovingly rubbing Lilian’s pleasure center. “Your prostate is trembling with need. It’s so responsive. Every time I stroke you, it contracts. It’s ready to come.” He ran a lazy circle around it, making it quake inanticipation. “So needy. So full and desperate to be milked.”

At those words, a gush of precum sluiced out of Lilian and drooled down his aching erection.

“Look at that,” Richard said, sounding as if he was talking to himself. He massaged his fingertips into Lilian’s gland, coaxing more of the fluid to flow from his slit. It soaked Lilian’s length, and for a split second, Richard’s eyes focused on it as if he was contemplating licking it up. That was nonsense, of course. Why would Richard want to do that?

He bestowed a series of increasingly urgent beats upon Lilian’s core. Lilian’s loins churned. His hole constricted.

“Make me come… P-Please…”

Richard’s grip was unwavering, but his fingers sped up, hammering at Lilian’s gland. The urge climbed impossibly high. There was nothing Lilian wouldn’t have done to climax. Richard pistoned into him.

“Yes… Oh fuck… Yes…” Lilian squirmed as pleasure seized his body. “Fuck… I can’t…” His balls sat full and tight against his body; his insides clamped down on Richard’s digits. His gland convulsed under the relentless attack. Lilian was barreling toward orgasm, and when Richard’s fingers virtually vibrated against him, all was lost.

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