Page 32 of His Noble Savior

“Yes!” Lilian squirmed with need, his insides eager for Richard to bring him another orgasm.

A final thrust, and Richard lodged his fingers to the root in Lilian’s hole. Precum seeped from Lilian’s tip, dripping down his dick.

More, more, more. Impatient, Lilian rocked back on Richard’s digits, fucking himself on them. A dirty, sloshing noise rang out as he moved his hips, chasing his pleasure. He canted his pelvis, trying to get the angle right but missing again on the next downward thrust.

Richard stopped him with a hand on his hip. “Let me help you with this. You lean back and enjoy.” He rotated his wrist by a fraction and stretched his fingers, then curled them. They landed right on Lilian’s prostate.

A shout of delight flew out of him, followed by a whole series as Richard tapped his gland rhythmically. Precum flowed freely, thick beads raining onto Richard’s waiting tongue. He looked so good with his mouth on Lilian’s cock, licking up each drop with keen devotion.

Lilian undulated around the girth shoved into his channel, his inner walls rejoicing at the unyielding resistance they met. They loved tightening around something hard. His nerve endings pressed against Richard’s digits. The pleasure was unbearable, and yet Lilian yearned for more. He wanted something not even the combined force of two fingers could provide. He wanted Richard’s cock. It scared him. He dreaded the loss of control,feared being transported back to the orc camp.

Richard prodded Lilian’s eager gland, and all thoughts left him. Losing himself to ecstasy, Lilian reached into the water, searching. His hand closed around Richard’s shaft and stroked him.

Richard responded with a groan and pushed into Lilian’s grip. He gazed at Lilian, pupils blown with lust. Running his tongue up Lilian’s cock, he found his frenulum and teased the little fold of skin until Lilian squirmed. How was Richard this good? Lilian was back to his theory where he’d died and landed in the arms of a sex god.

Richard flicked his frenulum, and Lilian whined, his hole clenching wildly. Fuck, he loved squeezing Richard’s fingers. How much more would he enjoy squeezing his cock?

He jerked Richard, veins twitching against his hand. To have all that inside him… His mind swam.

Richard closed his lips over his frenulum and sucked. He plunged into Lilian’s prostate, making his movements falter.

Lilian lost control. His whole body jerked as ecstasy seized him, forcing his insides into brutal contractions. He came, his cock spitting ropes of cum, his hole undulating on Richard. Booming convulsions pleasured his insides, making him come hard and fast. Grunting, Lilian trembled with the force of his orgasmic cramps, every fiber of his being dissolving in release.

But no matter how deep his climax reached, how violently his insides clenched, he needed more. Needed Richard’s cock.

“Fuck me,” Lilian moaned.

He shuddered with desire. Richard was rock-hard and throbbing in Lilian’s grip. He’d feel divine inside his hole.

“Are you sure?” Richard asked, pulling his fingers free. “That’s a big step.” He cupped Lilian’s face. “I don’t want to rush you. What if I hurt you?”

Richard was right; Lilian was going too fast. But at the sametime, emptiness gaped inside him, begging to be filled. It was a bad idea, but he wanted it anyway.

“I crave you so much,” Lilian said. “I need you. But you’re right. What if it messes with my mind? I don’t want to risk the progress we’ve made. But…”

“But?”

Lilian flushed. “My hole is begging for cock. For your cock.”

A dumbstruck expression flitted over Richard’s face. He exhaled and looked off to the side, thinking. After a minute, he returned his attention to Lilian. “If we’re going to do this, I need to know what not to do. What might remind you of bad things. I want this to be an enjoyable experience for you.”

Lilian considered. “I don’t want to be turned onto my stomach and taken from behind. It’s better when I see you, when I know it’s you and nobody else. Also, don’t move too much.” He paused, considering. “I need to stay in control and direct what we’re doing.”

Richard nodded, a pained expression darkening his features. He brushed his thumb over Lilian’s cheekbone. “Of course.”

“It’s good we’re in the water. The heat helps me relax and stay loose.”

Lilian lifted and bent over the tub’s rim, grabbing the faerie oil. Drops of water dripped onto the stone-tiled floor with little splashes.

The water in the bath sloshed back and forth as Richard pushed up to sit on the rim, exposing his hard cock. It was flushed from the heat, the mushroom head dark with arousal. Water ran down his body, beading off his skin. Off his cock.

Thick, pulsing veins snaked up his length, inviting Lilian to touch and feel them throb. He opened the vial with a pop and poured the amber liquid into his hand, its smooth texture and flowery scent spreading.

Catching Richard’s eye, Lilian closed his hand over his cock,lubing him. The oil’s magical properties would allow it to stay on Richard instead of washing away in the bath. He ran up and down Richard’s erection with a loose fist, twisting on the upstroke to slide over the bulbous head. It’d go in first and had to be thoroughly slicked to prevent pain. The thick shaft radiated warmth, turning Lilian’s strokes languid. Another slow pull of his hand, and precum pooled in Richard’s slit. He was ready for Lilian.

Richard lowered into the bath, water splashing. He settled against the tub’s back and crossed his arms behind his head. The gesture meant everything. Richard was handing him the reins. Lilian climbed into his lap, straddling him. In this position, he controlled when and how Richard entered him. He’d direct their lovemaking, deciding the depth of penetration, the speed of their coupling.

Richard looked enticing, like a meal laid out for him. The sloshing water kissed his full pecs, small waves caressing his nipples.

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