Page 68 of His Noble Savior

He teased Lilian’s pucker, which readily opened for him. Dipping inside, he took it slowly, allowing Lilian to grow accustomed to the girth of his digits. But fuck, Lilian’s insides were tingling with the faerie oil, his sensitized nerve endings begging for attention. He closed in on Richard’s fingers, the resulting friction driving him mad.

“Need you,” Lilian muttered, pushing back on Richard.

“I know. Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want. You deserve to feel good.”

Richard thrust, inserting his fingers deeper into Lilian’s deprived hole. He wriggled, trying to take more, earning a soft chuckle.

Lilian loved the gentle penetration. It was a delight on its own but also preparation for the main course. He licked his lips. Bit by bit, Richard took him, his fingers parting that tight channel. When he finally hilted his digits, Lilian dropped a pleased sound. He was nice and full, Richard pressing the faerie oil into his walls. They quaked with wanton excitement.

“Look at that,” Richard said. “You’re being such a good boy, taking my fingers all the way.”

Lilian’s cock jerked, his balls drew upward, and a low grunt rushed past his lips. He was a complete whore for Richard, and they both loved it.

Richard withdrew by an inch, then sank back inside, Lilian’s walls clutching him. He wouldn’t let him pull out. Richard repeated the motion, creating wriggle room inside Lilian’s tight confines. Once Lilian had grown accustomed to his digits, Richard went for a rougher push and pull, tantalizing him with the prospect of a thorough finger fuck.

“You want to come on my fingers?”

“Please.”

Richard drove deep and curled his digits, dragging the tips over Lilian’s prostate.

“Yes!”

Sparks zapped up Lilian’s spine, making his entire body jerk out of control. His sack settled at his root; his cock ached with need. He panted, sweat slicking his skin. It didn’t matter he’d come once already. If Richard put his mind to it, he could force one climax after the other from Lilian’s willing body, triggering release after release until he passed out, only to resuscitate him with another mind-bending orgasm. Richard could do this all night, and Lilian would be nothing but a thankful puddle of goo by morning.

Richard pulled back, massaging Lilian’s sensitive walls but avoiding the core of his lust. He loved playing with him like that, giving him a taste of ecstasy, then withdrawing and teasing him until he was mad with arousal.

Skirting Lilian’s prostate, he fostered tension in Lilian’s pelvic floor. Lilian loved and hated it. It was such a mean tease, but the strain on his anal muscles would eventually unload in an explosive orgasm.

“Please touch me,” Lilian begged, wriggling his ass to dislodge Richard’s deliberately placed fingers and steal a nudge to his prostate.

Richard wasn’t having it. He shifted his weight onto Lilian’s thighs and placed a hand between his shoulder blades, immobilizing him. “Keep still.”

It was for Lilian’s own good. Richard was going to deliver exceptional handiwork, and Lilian squirming would mess with that. Accepting obedience as the best way forward, Lilian relaxed, letting Richard tantalize him in peace.

And tantalize he did. His fingers wandered along Lilian’s insides, delivering friction to every part of his hole that wasn’t his prostate, rousing his inner walls until they twitcheduncontrollably.

Lilian groaned but received no mercy, just an endless string of titillating caresses designed to drive him insane. His cock jerked and wept, and if the drops of wetness that dripped onto the back of his thigh were anything to go by, Richard wasn’t faring any better.

After an eternity, Richard finally advanced on his prostate. He crept toward it, Lilian’s every muscle straining in anticipation. He needed Richard, needed him so badly. When he stopped a hairbreadth from his gland, Lilian wailed. “Stop teasing, I need—” The rest of his sentence was lost in a holler when Richard’s fingertips came down on his pleasure center.

Lilian seized in ecstasy, his body bucking in rapturous cramps, contained by Richard’s strength. Unable to command his twitching muscles, Lilian had no choice but to let the surge wash over him.

“I think that was worth the wait, don’t you?” Richard asked, his tone tender. He repeated the nudge, sending Lilian into another round of near-orgasmic contractions.

When he calmed, Richard probed the tissue surrounding Lilian’s gland, drawing circles. Each time Richard grazed his prostate, Lilian jumped with aroused agitation.

“So sensitive,” Richard mused.

Lilian could only whimper. The noises he made escalated when Richard brushed his little bundle of nerves. His entire body responded, but Richard held him down, controlled him. Every touch sent flashes of pleasure through him, making it impossible to think.

“Here’s what I’m going to do,” Richard said casually, as if he was about to demonstrate troop movements on a map, but the bond betrayed his burning arousal. “I’m going to stroke that excitable little gland of yours, and I won’t stop until you come. It’s going to be a lot, but that won’t be all. I’ll overstimulateyou until you descend into a rampage of orgasms. My husband deserves no less on his wedding night than to be so thoroughly wrecked, he won’t be able to walk the next day.”

“You’re the most amazing husband.” The words inadequately described the deep gratitude Lilian felt, and he sent emotion through their connection, letting Richard know how thankful and devoted he was.

Richard returned the sentiment. “You’re so precious.”

Lilian nestled into the pillow, and Richard probed his gland, drawing a long moan from him. “That’s it,” Richard said. “Show me how you feel.”

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