Page 107 of Theoden
Well, he was quite detailed in his request, that was for certain. No misunderstanding there. I laughed and nodded. “Very well, my child.”
“Can we do it here, on the rug? I want it hard and rough, Father,” Marco asked.
I looked around the room, as there weren’t any sofas in my study, just chairs, and none would stand up to Marco’s force. So, the rug it would be. I began to undress and Marco started to do the same. I could see his fingers trembling as he undid the ties of his shirt and pants. I could sense his arousal and it was potent. Never had my child been this aroused.
Once naked, I sprawled on the rug, my legs bent at the knee but spread wide for him. I lifted myself slightly on my elbows and looked at him. “I’m ready for you.”
“Oh, fucking Jesus!” he gasped, and had to grip the edge of the chair as his knees grew weak.
I laughed again, this was actually very humorous to me. I knew he was having difficulty not having a climax just by looking at me. He walked towards me on unsteady legs, tripped and fell, but continued to crawl over to where I waited. Again, I laughed.
He crawled up my body, making sure to place himself between my thighs. “Is this real?” he asked, his gruff voice had that nervous tremble to it.
I gripped his chin, holding his face firm. “This is real.”
He smiled as he ran his hand up the length of my leg, past my knee and up my thigh. His fingers shook as if it was his first time ever touching me. My son was so nervous and excited, you would think he was a virgin. On the contrary, I had spent over a century watching him plow Rashad’s asshole nightly. He had taken my cock nearly every night as well, so I knew he was no virgin, but at this moment, maybe for him, he was.
I released his chin and rested back on my elbows as he ran his hands all over my body, caressing me as if I were a precious treasure. It felt good and I moaned as I reveled in the sensation of his gentle touch. This was the total opposite of what he was. Gentle just wasn’t in Marco’s blood, but he was with me. I found that interesting and dare I say… sweet.
“You cannot break me, son,” I said.
He looked up at me and nodded. “I—I know, Sire. I…” He took a deep breath, then released it. “I just want this night, this fuck to be special.”
I chuckled. “For this night, I am yours,” I said, giving him permission to fuck me how he wanted.
He growled, and that reminded me of my son. He leaned down, kissing me greedily, his lips devouring mine with so much passionate possession. His touch that was once gentle became aggressive as he pushed me to the rug and pinned my wrists down so he had total control.
He broke the kiss and started licking and sucking along my jaw, neck, and then moved further down until he was slobbering and sucking my nipples. First one, then the other, and he took his time. My cock was raging as my child ravaged my body. I was actually looking forward to him fucking me. He had my dragon blood in his veins and I knew his cock would feel amazing inside my ass.
Marco released my wrists and grabbed my waist, lifting me up to his face as he licked and kissed all over my chest and stomach. “You taste so fucking good!” he growled between nibbles and licks.
I was bracing myself with one hand on the floor and the other palming the back of his head. He moaned and growled while he licked his way closer to my cock. That was when he surprised me by swooping me up in his arms and sucking my cock into his mouth. Never in my entire life, which had impressively spanned four centuries now, had anyone manhandled me in this manner. Not even Titus, who was almost as barbaric as Marco.
I was enticed by his hunger for me, his assertiveness. Marco never ceased to amaze me. I moaned in pleasure as he sucked my cock to the root, his tongue maneuvering over my shaft with the expertise he’d learned over his century and a half as my child. I was weightless in his arms and clinging to him as his head bobbed furiously in my crotch.
“Ahhh, ahhhh, yes…ummm, fuck!” I moaned. God, his mouth was excellent, better than any of my brothers. I could tell he wanted to suck my seed from my balls and I was very close to giving it to him. “Is my son hungry?”
“Mmmm hmmmm, uhmmm,” was all Marco could say as his mouth was full of my cock.
I laughed, then moaned harder and louder as my climax began to peak. I grabbed the strip of hair that ran down his scalp and pressed his face against my crotch as my cock erupted. My body twitched with the intensity and pleasure of my climax and I knew Marco loved every drop of my cum I gave him. He sucked and swallowed until I had nothing more to give, then he pulled back, licking his lips.
“Fucking delicious!” he declared, then he laid me back down on the rug and pushed my legs against my chest.
He dived down, shoving his tongue inside my asshole. This was where he truly excelled, Marco could worship an asshole like no other. My toes curled as I delighted in the sensation of his mouth on my hole. This was turning out to be a very satisfying night and I moaned in pleasure as his tongue swirled around my wrinkled pucker, then pushed inside me, fucking me as a cock would.
“Ahhh,” I purred, my eyes rolling back in my head as I closed them.
“Fuck… I can’t take it anymore. I’ve got to have you,” Marco growled, then sat up. He gripped my hips and shoved his cock inside me without restraint and I gasped from the pain of his entry. He was far too aroused to notice or even care that he’d caused me discomfort, as I knew he would be. My son was a beast, he lived always in his primal nature, and I gripped his arms as he pounded his thick, long, and extremely hard cock inside me.
Sweat dripped off his body as he grunted and growled with each thrust. My legs were draped over his shoulders, feet dangling as he rocked over me. It had been quite a while since I’d been in such a vulnerable position. I was so used to being on top, and when I was beneath a man, it was with someone older than I myself. This was the first time ever that I had to submit to someone younger. A brand-new experience for me.
Marco’s cock didn’t just rub against my prostate, it beat it into submission, and my body was lit up with passion as I gave everything I had to my son. He didn’t hold back and I didn’t either as we fucked. The room filled with the sounds of pleasure and the scent of his desire for me whet my appetite even more as I fed upon him.
I could tell he was close to cumming and I was too, and that was when he pulled out. He flipped me over onto my stomach using his vampire speed and before I knew it, he was shoving his cock back inside of me and pounding with abandon. He pinned my arms to the floor as he slammed his hips against my ass as if I were Rashad. Needless to say, he was taking full advantage of his gift.
Every time he grew closer to his climax, he would stop and switch us into another position. He took me on all fours, on my side, with me on top—which he loved, and finally, he had me against the wall with my legs wrapped around his waist. I had to hold on to his massive shoulders as he supported me with both hands cupping my ass.
“Oh Father… oh shit… I’m about to cum!” he roared.
We were both dripping with sweat and teetering on the edge of exhaustion. The only being I knew who seemed as insatiable was Tylendel. I had my limits, and apparently, Marco was finally reaching his.
“Give it to me, Marco. Cum inside me like you’ve always wanted to,” I seduced.
That seemed to set him off and he increased his thrusts; the power of his fucking knocked two of my paintings off the wall he had pressed me against. My own cock, which had been denied release with every switch of position, was finally ready to unload. Marco roared, throwing his head back as his body convulsed. I watched as his muscles and veins strained against his flesh while he jerked uncontrollably.
The moment his hot seed began to fill my ass, I came, releasing my own fluids all over his chest and stomach. We quaked against each other as our bodies rode the last waves of pleasure we had to give. Marco slumped to the floor, taking me with him, and together we remained a tangled mess of flesh. We were heaving and sweating as we struggled to catch our breaths.
Marco was wilting against me, drooling, it would seem, as I felt something sliding down my chest and knew it wasn’t my seed. I managed to unravel my legs from around his waist, and lifted his face to mine. He had fallen asleep, and the look of pure bliss in his expression let me know he had appreciated my gift to the fullest.
