Page 36 of His Summer Prince

Hunger filled the bond alongside the familiar surges of lust. Elior’s desire centered on that little place Wren’s finger rested on, growing as he rotated his wrist and breached his entrance.

Both of them sucked in air as Wren slipped inside to the first knuckle, Elior’s ring squeezing him. Wren’s digit held him open. Elior’s mind swirled, clear thought made impossible by waves of heat.

He pressed back against Wren, trying to get him deeper.Their bond flared, the sacred band between them sensing what was to come, urging them on. It demanded completion. They hadn’t consummated their marriage through intercourse, and now that it was drawing nearer, the bond yearned for what ought to be done.

Wren answered the silent plea and pushed in to the second knuckle, sending Elior’s guardian muscle into a rampage of contractions, the little ring gripping and releasing rhythmically. And the oil… a drop gathered at the bottom of Elior’s channel and rolled deeper, leaving a trail of ecstatic heat in its wake.

He’d heard that penetration felt good; he hadn’t known it would feelthisgood. And that was just one finger. What would it feel like with Wren inside of him? The notion sent a thrill through him, and Wren, encouraged, pushed to bottom out.

Elior bit back a cry of delight as the full length of Wren’s digit slid inside him. His cock, resting against his stomach, gave a lecherous twitch. He was aching for Wren.

Slowly, Wren dragged his finger in and out, providing a gentle stretch. Elior’s toes curled, and his neglected dick leaked a droplet of arousal onto his stomach.

He whined when Wren pulled out, his hole mourning the loss. It was insane how empty he felt, his opening clenching around nothing.

Wren returned with two fingertips and carefully breached him. Elior couldn’t contain the needy sound rising in his throat. Wren inched forward. Every small push caused a new droplet of precum to roll off Elior’s pulsing tip.

Once Wren was all the way inside, he stayed, granting him a moment to breathe and grow accustomed to the stretch. When Elior relaxed, Wren moved through him, sliding out until just his fingertips were inside, then dove back into his depths. He settled into a languid rhythm, the push and pull loosening Elior.

The faerie oil had sensitized his nerve endings to the pointthat the smallest nudge registered with blinding intensity. Wren showered him in incomprehensible bliss. Their bond brimmed with power. Wren’s soul engulfed his, held him in the most intimate, most loving embrace.

After a minute of leisurely stretching him, Wren sped up, driving his digits into Elior. Was that what it’d feel like once Wren was inside of him? But Wren was bigger than a measly two fingers, no matter how amazing they felt. Elior shivered at the thought of how big he’d been in his mouth, how Wren’s cockhead had shoved against the back of his throat, so large that he’d cut off his air supply.

On the next thrust, Wren’s fingertips knocked into something. Elior’s mouth opened in a silent scream as wild pleasure shot through him. His channel quaked; heavy breaths rushed in and out of him.

From between his legs, Wren was staring at him, jaw slack. “That was…”

Dazed, Elior pushed up and ran a hand across Wren’s crotch, where on his linen breeches, a small wet spot of Wren’s arousal was blooming. “I think we found my prostate.”

Wren swallowed audibly. “I had no idea it’d feel like this. It nearly knocked me out. For you, it must have…”

Elior gave him a good squeeze, provoking a guttural groan, then sank back onto the blanket. “Yes.”

“Fuck.” Wren sank a tooth into his plump bottom lip. “Let me…”

His digits moved inside Elior, questing. Elior pressed his lips together, determined to curb the shout he’d let lose if he didn’t.

Wren’s fingers stroked the upper wall of his hole, and when he hit his mark, sizzling hot pleasure smacked into Elior. He arched, his vision blacking out. Grunting through clenched teeth, he dropped onto the blanket.

“God, I just want to make you feel so good,” Wren said andcurled his fingers, hitting him right where he needed it.

Heat flushed Elior as his hole contracted in delight, narrowing around those perfect digits. They took him to paradise. He moaned quietly, and when Wren touched him there again, he lost control. Jerking and twitching, he pushed onto Wren’s fingers, forcing them as deep as they’d go. Raw ecstasy slammed into him, and he trembled, legs shaking, hole quivering.

Wren didn’t let up, his deft fingers ceaselessly caressing that sweet little knob. Obscene squelching noises accompanied every thrust. Arousal pearled off Elior’s glans, and a series of restrained groans poured from his lips. Wren was taking him apart, the bond whispering where to rub and prod to make Elior’s hips rock and his dick throb.

Desire converged into a tight, hot knot, centering on the place Wren was relentlessly massaging. A sheen of sweat covered Elior, the cool night air kissing his skin. Wren too, was drenched, his white linen shirt sticking to his torso. Feverish with desire, Elior hissed as the core of his lust pulsated.

Wren lovingly stroked him, fingertips brushing back and forth across that sensitive gland. He pressed into Elior, coming down on his prostate with irresistible force.

“Wren!” The shout flew off Elior’s lips before he could stop it, and his hole narrowed, reaching the pinnacle of desire. Wren was penetrating his body and soul with his warm presence.

Elior gasped as a first, powerful contraction boomed through his insides. Love flooded the bond. He clamped down on Wren, who let out a shuddering moan and collapsed onto Elior, his fingers lodged to the hilt inside him. Elior shook, involuntary convulsions making him compress and relax around that unspeakably gratifying resistance.

“Yes!” High-pitched and ecstatic, Elior could barely keep his voice down. “Oh fuck! Yes! Wren!”

He came hard and deep, his cock lurching and spitting long ropes of cum. Nothing had ever felt this good.

The bond flared, and their souls merged, sending shivers down Elior’s back as they climaxed in an endless row of fierce contractions that milked the seed from them. Wren was inside and around him, permeating every fiber of his being. They pulsed together. They came as one.

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