Page 24 of His Noble Savior

“You’re doing so well. We’re draining your gland bit by bit. You’ll feel so good once it’s all out, once you’ve exhausted yourself, and we’ve pumped the last drop out of you.”

Was it just Lilian’s lust-fogged mind or was Richard talking dirty? It sounded wonderfully filthy. He loved it when Richard talked him into a climax.

And those fingers… they were whipping him toward orgasm.Lilian had never come three times in such quick succession. It was a testament to Richard’s prowess.

“F-Fuck… You’re going to… make me… come… again…”

Lilian moaned like a slut, and everything faded but Richard’s fingers on his gland, nailing it at an insane speed. His vision went black, his hearing dropped out, and then it happened.

Lilian shrieked as a brutally intense orgasm slammed into him. He bucked, almost flying off the bed, Richard holding him down. His digits thumped Lilian’s coming hole, plundering it accompanied by the debauched, wet sloshes of the faerie oil. Lilian’s overstimulated prostate seized. It contracted, and a volley of cum hurled from his pulsing crown, splattering onto his chest. His balls shuddered, desperate to unleash as well, leaving Lilian whimpering for more. But Richard’s grip was unforgiving as he exacted a mind-numbing prostate orgasm from Lilian. His balls were denied again, but it didn’t diminish the power of his climax. On the contrary, with his sack unable to relinquish his seed, his body pumped that much harder. Thundering waves of orgasmic cramps possessed his insides, their force milking his gland for everything it had.

Splash after splash hit Lilian, the velocity of his spurts only increasing as his release peaked. He went into full-body tremors, which shook him in time with his spasming insides. He grunted through clenched teeth. Richard didn’t let up, fingering his hole through the climax, triggering a spout of cum every time he rammed his digits into his convulsing core.

It never stopped. Whenever Lilian’s orgasm threatened to ebb away, Richard sped up, driving him into new rounds of contractions. They built and built until they crested and crashed into Lilian like a tidal wave, making him seize and moan and thrash in Richard’s arms.

When Richard pulled out, Lilian was panting, covered in cum and had crumpled the sheets into a hopeless mess. Lilianwould’ve been ready to pass out from blissful exhaustion had it not been for his neglected cock, which stood proud and keen between his legs. He wasn’t finished.

Richard unfurled his fingers from around Lilian’s root, setting his erection free. Precum oozed out of his tip, drenching his dick.

Lilian let go of Richard’s hair. Had he yanked at it? He couldn’t remember; he’d been too lost in the throes of passion. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

Richard’s lips curved. “You didn’t. I like it when you lose control.” He reached for the faerie oil and poured it into his palm, reapplying some to his digits and spreading the rest on his other hand. “Are you ready to empty these?” He traced his dry thumb over Lilian’s balls. They sat high against his base, plump and full to bursting.

“So ready.”

Richard closed his fist around Lilian’s cock. He didn’t move, allowing the faerie oil to do its work. Within seconds, warmth rushed over Lilian where Richard’s slick hand engulfed him. The tingles came a moment later, peppering him like a thousand kisses.

Lilian had never enjoyed anyone’s touch this much. He worried his bottom lip. Had they crossed a line? Richard was as kind as ever, giving Lilian everything he could dream of. But wasn’t this different from Richard applying oil to heal his soreness? Wasn’t it different from keeping Lilian fed and clothed? Lilian loved every second of it, but what if Richard resented him?

“You all right?” Richard asked, perceptive as always, dragging his oiled hand up Lilian’s length. And fuck, it felt so good, Lilian let loose a breathy gasp.

“Yes.” Then something else crossed his mind. “We’ve been awhile. Are you sure your guests won’t mind?”

Richard jerked Lilian in a loose grip, keeping his wrist relaxed. “Don’t worry about them. This is my castle. On the other hand…” Richard smirked.

“What?”

“We have been taking a lot of time. What if Raziel comes to check on us?” A devilish grin spread on Richard’s face as he lazily stroked Lilian.

“Oh.” Lilian felt the color drain from his face.

“What if he walks in on us and sees you covered in cum? That poor innocent elf would be shocked to see how dirty humans and fae get. I bet he’d be jealous of how happy you look.”

Lilian looked happy? Well, hewashappy, and Richard’s teasing amused him. Raziel wouldn’t dare to march into a lord’s bedchamber.

Lilian’s eyes dropped to the steady rise and fall of Richard’s hand, and he had to pinch his lips to contain a lustful moan. Richard was so fucking good at this.

He nudged Lilian’s entrance with the fingers of his free hand, and Lilian pushed out. Stretched from the earlier penetration, he accepted Richard easily, who bottomed out in one fluid motion. The fresh faerie oil ignited Lilian, making him thrum with renewed need. The dual caress of his cock and hole brought Lilian to the edge, this time with no pressure on his base to hold him back. To make matters worse, Richard slid his lubed palm over Lilian’s aching cockhead on every other upstroke. Lilian pulsed in Richard’s hand, his insides tightening as those fucking perfect fingers sought out his prostate. When Richard nudged it, lust bolted into him.

“You like this,” Richard said, fingertips tracing the little bundle of nerves. As if Lilian’s multiple orgasms hadn’t given it away.

“More than I can say.”

“You’re going to be so loose and relaxed when I’m done with you.”

It was the sweetest promise. Before meeting Richard, Lilian was the furthest from loose and relaxed whenever someone was “done with him.” He’d be in pain and curling into a ball, hoping he’d be left alone for the rest of the day. He rarely had such luck. Richard was the polar opposite. He gave Lilian more than he could’ve dreamed of. Lilian would never own Richard’s heart, but if he could have this, he’d gladly take it.

“I love what you’re doing to me.”

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