Page 25 of Boundless
"More already, pet?" she purred. "Such a greedy boy, wanting his hole stretched and filled." She released his cock, licking her hand to clean it of his precum. "Do you want another finger? Or do you want to try my cock?"
His eyes peeled wide, his gaze landing on her crotch and searching for signs of a bulge. He'd had his face buried in her pretty cunt just this morning, and had neither seen nor felt any sign of anything else...but maybe it was an Istarii Drakan feature?
"It doesn't grow from my body, sweetling," she chuckled, pulling her shorts down to expose her damp sex to the air. "I strap it to my body. And then I fuck you."
He whimpered, nodding. "Gods, yes, that sounds—yes, please, Daega. I-I want to try it."
She hummed, her fingers continuing to work him for another moment before sliding out, leaving him feeling empty and wanting. She slid from the bed, her hooves clomping over the floor to the closet. She returned a moment later with a small satchel, which she dropped on the bed and opened. She pulled a series of leather straps from the bag first, silver buckles tinkling gently, then dug around until she'd found what she was looking for. It looked to be made of leather, but was a clear facsimile of a cock. It wasn't quite as big as his own, but even with being totally new to this, he had a feeling the curved shape would feel incredible.
"I know you're greedy, dove," she said, stripping her shorts off all the way and stepping into the tangle of straps and buckles, hoisting it up to her hips with practiced ease, "But I don't want to hurt you, so we'll start off with my smallest, aye?"
"S-sure. I trust you, Daega. With anything."
Her eyes softened, taking him in. "You are a treasure," she told him, slotting the false cock into its holster so that it hit her at the apex of her slit. She finished affixing the contraption to her body, then poured a generous amount of oil down the length, ensuring every inch was well-slicked.
She climbed back on the bed, settling between his legs once again. Her fingers teased his rim again, making sure he was ready for her. Satisfied, she cupped the back of one of his knees and lifted it up until he was spread out for her like he'd been before. His pulse throbbed through his body, his breaths panting as she slotted the leather cock at his entrance. "Breathe, Len," she urged softly, stroking his thighs soothingly. "And bear down for me, alright?"
He nodded, eager to obey. "Yes, Mistress," he breathed, and after a moment the head sank inside of him.
He threw his head back, the stretch so much more intense now than it had been with just her fingers, but the feeling of fullness was what was stunning him, leaving him breathless and hungry for more.
Daega held still, stroking his skin and his cock and murmuring that he was so good for her, taking her cock already, and in an instant, it went from being too much to not enough. "More," he rasped, wriggling to try and coax her deeper.
"You want more of me, sweetness?" she purred, thrusting shallowly, slowly, and driving him mad.
"Yes. Please—mistress—fill me. F-fuck me." He bit his lip, pleading with her to take him, to take him hard and fast, to sweep him away like a tide, drowning him in pleasure.
She nodded, her big warm hands settling on his hips. "Alright, greedy boy. I am helpless but to give my pet what he wants." And then she was moving, her hips snapping forward and making him gasp, but the overwhelming fullness faded as the bulbous tip hitthere, that incredible spot he never would have thought was inside him, and he was awash in a thick haze of pleasure.
He cried out, his hands clamping onto Daega's wrists as she began to move faster, her hips angled into him so that she hit that sensitive spot with every thrust, whiting out his vision and leaving his cock achingly hard and bouncing into his belly, skin slick with his own fluids.
He released one of her hands to fist his bouncing length, hissing in pleasure at the relief that friction brought. But after just a couple of rough pumps Daega stilled, glaring down at him in a way that made his hole clench in need. "Did I say you could touch yourself?" she asked darkly, gripping his wrist.
"N-no, mistress," he murmured, his eyes locked on her face. She rolled her hips, her bare stomach muscles tensing and shivering under her dark gray skin with the movement, making him whimper. He was putty in her hands; he would dive from the edge of a cliff if she demanded it in that moment, but he hoped that soon she would put him out of his misery and let his aching, overfull balls find some relief instead.
"Do you want to come, sweetness?" she asked, rolling her hips again and pinching one of his nipples. He gasped.
"Y-yes, bloody gods,please."
She shook her head, lifting one of his shins and resting his ankle on her shoulder. The edge of one of her small wings tickled the arch of his foot, even as her lips grazed his ankle. "You have been so very good for me..." she mused against his skin, her hand leaving his nipple to trail her fingers lightly along the underside of his shaft. It was the most maddening feather-light touch, but he was so starved for the friction he bucked and leaked anyway.
Len couldn't seem to stop the desperate sob that ripped from his throat, his hips working himself on her cock and trying to press himself more forcefully against her hand. "Please, Daega. Please, I need you. I need to come."
All at once she was moving again, tagging his sweet spot mercilessly while her fist worked his cock. "Such a sweet boy, asking so prettily. I think Iwillreward you, after all." Actual tears burned at the backs of his eyes as his orgasm rolled down his spine, feeling fuller, deeper, slower than it ever had before, the intensity making his eyes roll and his vision fuzz.
All he could do was moan, clinging to Daega's hips as his back arched off the bed and his toes curled hard enough to cramp.
When he finally came it was with a scream, the first spurt of hot cum hitting his chin with the force of his orgasm. "That's it, dove," Daega cooed, slowing but not stopping her strokes. "Aren't you just the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen?" Len felt like he was shattering, like he was burning up with starfire, but he wasn't scared, because warm, strong hands held him, caressed him, a voice like mulled wine on a cold night cradling him and saying all of the sweet things he'd hoped someone might say to him some day.
His body was so far away now, but he thought maybe he heard Daega cry out, that he might have felt her rhythm falter, might have felt her big body shaking and bowing towards him as she found her own release.
When he finally started to sink back into himself he was covered in thick ropes of his own cum, Daega sliding carefully from his well-used hole. She kissed him softly, combing her fingers through his curls. "I'll be right back, sweetness. We're in need of a towel."
He was glad for the warning, for he was finding he felt unexpectedly brittle and tender in the aftermath, something that had been locked up deep inside him clawing its way to the surface.
Daega returned quickly, two damp towels clutched in her hands. She cleaned him gently, reverently, her touch so soothing it made him ache. He wasn't sure why, but that was the point of too much; the tears that had threatened earlier came back and followed through on their threat, leaking from the corners of his eyes to trail down into his ears.
Once he was clean Daega climbed onto the bed with him, pulling him into her arms and holding him tight against her chest.
