Page 31 of His Noble Savior

“Keep going. Want to feel you inside me.”

Richard burrowed deeper, his finger conquering the resistance of Lilian’s anal ring. His sphincter squeezed Richard, trying to close, but the girth of his digit held him ruthlessly open. Lilian’s hole and cock pulsed, thrumming with desire. Another inch. Lilian threw his head back, Richard’s tongue flicking up his shaft. “Yes…”

Precum welled in his slit. Richard shoved his finger inside, and the shock of pleasure jolted Lilian. It dislodged the pearl of liquid arousal on his tip, and it ran down his shaft, rolling onto Richard’s waiting tongue. “God, you taste good.”

Those words coaxed more fluid out of Lilian, and it pooled at the top of his urethra where it grew into a shiny bead. Richard’s fingertip glided over his inner walls, searching for that special place that’d make Lilian see stars.

“Richard…”

He probed Lilian’s hole, and when he grazed that sensitive spot, Lilian cried out. He jolted, water sloshing in the tub, threatening to spill. His droplet of lust brimmed over and trickled down his length. Richard didn’t waste it. He flicked his tongue, catching it. Never taking his eyes off Lilian’s, he dragged his bottom lip up his erection and through that trail of precum. Lilian’s insides clenched. He wanted Richard, wanted him so much.

Richard tapped his prostate, once, twice, and as if it was a silent command, Lilian’s cock leaked arousal. Richard’s tongue waited for the liquid to dribble his way before licking it up.

Lilian groaned. His hole cinched. Richard expertlymanipulated his body. Probing his gland, he triggered it to produce drop after drop, which he greedily consumed. Each nudge took Lilian higher. His thighs trembled. How did Richard know where to rub and stroke? Every touch had him reeling.

He throbbed against Richard’s mouth, his veins palpitating to the beat of his hammering heart. Richard’s fingertip teased his prostate, making it shudder. Tension mounted. It’d be so easy to make him come.

The ceaseless rubbing along his core intensified as the faerie oil’s power unfolded. Lilian’s pleasure center sizzled; his inner walls constricted. Small, dirty moans fell off his lips in time with Richard’s strokes. His cock was leaking like a faucet, providing a steady stream of precum for Richard to lap at. His balls climbed toward his base. Swollen and aching, they demanded release.

Richard’s skin was covered in a wet sheen, droplets glistening in the glow of the lamps illuminating the washroom. And down there, in the shiny bubbles, was his cock, hard and thick for Lilian. He hadn’t thought he’d want cock ever again, but he wanted Richard’s. What would it feel like when the flared head breached him? When the shaft penetrated his sensitive hole? When Richard’s cockhead knocked into Lilian’s gland, pleasuring it with rhythmic thumps?

A gush oozed out of Lilian’s slit, drenching Richard’s lips and tongue. Fluid smeared the side of Richard’s face, and a strange pride filled Lilian. Richard was mad for his cock.

“You’re going to come for me?” Richard asked, pressing Lilian’s sweet spot.

Lilian pulsed at those words. He wanted to come for no one but Richard. His insides narrowed, clutching him.

“You’re so close.”

“Yes,” Lilian whimpered. “Want to come for you.”

Richard’s eyes flashed. “I’ll make you.”

And with orgasm-inducing precision, Richard ground hisfingertip into Lilian’s most sensitive place. It seized and trembled under the attack. It had nowhere to run, was helpless in the face of Richard’s relentless probing. A firm, well-aimed nudge hit Lilian.

His hole erupted in climax and convulsed to a punishing beat. The power of his contracting inner muscles hurled the cum out of him. Spraying high, the white ropes slapped the underside of his chin. Some of it hit Richard’s face. He kissed and tongued Lilian’s coming dick, provoking fierce salvos of release.

Lilian shook through them, his hands seeking the tub’s rim to keep himself upright. Another sluice drained from his crown, but Lilian wasn’t done. Far from it. The faerie oil had ignited him. He craved more. He craved Richard’s cock.

Lilian wiped the cum off his chin and kissed away what had landed on Richard’s face, tasting his own release. He brushed their lips together, growing light when their tongues touched. Richard stroked Lilian’s tongue with his own, then pulled away.

“I knew you’d taste amazing.”

“Really?”

Richard licked his lips. “Like honey and salt. I could eat your cum all day.” He moved the finger still lodged deep in Lilian and glided across his prostate.

“F-Fuck…”

“That’s it. You’re loosening up. Did you think I’d fob you off with just one orgasm after how relaxed you were last time? Climaxing is important for your healing. Do you want another one?”

“P-Please.” A groan broke out of Lilian. “More. Give me two fingers.”

“You’re sure? It’s going to stretch you. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. Please. Give me more.” Lilian arched. “Fuck me.”

Richard eased out and returned with two fingers, theirtips exerting pressure on Lilian’s rim. He bore down, his hole widening for Richard, who pushed in, overcoming the resistance. A slew of slutty sounds ran out of Lilian. Fuck, he’d forgotten how well Richard’s fingers filled him. The faerie oil relieved the stress on his hole, but he still clamped down, his body attempting to push him out. Richard granted him a minute to adjust to the girth of his digits, then burrowed deeper.

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