Page 15 of His Siren Prince
“It looks like your ass isn’t tight enough after all. Maybe we should go the other way and I can fuck you so much that you’ll be loose enough to push out our baby easily.”
A cry tore from him as I continued to plunge my fingers in before slowly dragging them out just to make him moan.
“I love how they slide into you, but your ass keeps trying to grip them. Are you just that horny, Azul? Is it really so hard for you to keep my cum in there? Or are you just making space for more?”
His whimper was so beautiful that I wish I could have captured the look on his face and hung it on the wall as he writhed under me. The more I spoke to him, the hotter his insides grew.
And the whole time, his cock bounced on his stomach, and I couldn’t take it anymore. The slick from his ass wasn’t enough; I needed it straight from his cock.
Azul’s cries ripped through the room as I ran my tongue over the waving flares of his cock.
His salty taste was so deep that it stung my tongue, but I couldn’t resist sucking on the foam that bubbled on his cockhead.
His cries fell in waves every time I licked from base to tip, caressing the three flares that waved with his pleasure.
His begging was so sweet, but I wanted the Azul that would one day rule the nation to crumble under me as I brought him more pleasure.
I think he expected me to drive myself back into him as soon as we landed on the bed, but his cock fascinated me since it first sprung free from the seam in his body.
I wanted to know the textures of the different flares, and deepen my taste for his foam cum.
Every part of Azul I licked revealed a new subtle note of salt. I gripped the base of his cock as he held onto my shoulders, his hands running all over my back like he was trying to find somewhere to hold on to. But decades of honed muscle had no give, and he could only cling to my neck and cry my name.
I took the top flare between my lips. It was no thicker than my pinky finger, and serrated along the edge. I ran my tongue over the bumped edge, which brought more sea foam spurting from Azul’s cock.
“That’s good then?” I asked.
“Get back on my cock, now,” he demanded, pushing at my neck, his face contorted with pleasure.
I hummed happily. I couldn’t remember the last time I had pleasured someone for pleasure's sake. Fucking had always been a necessity to calm my aching heart before and after war. But I wanted to do everything I could to hear my prince's pleasure.
I kissed another one of his flares as I explored, running my tongue everywhere I could reach, sucking each flare, licking up his shaft until he cried out, and back down again until he moaned.
I circled his cockhead, trapping it between my lips, sucking him hard enough that a real scream ripped from him.
“Carrion, harder! Do it harder!” he begged between sucks and licks.
His cum poured in, swelling my cheeks, bubbling over my tongue before dissolving into creamy liquid that I gladly swallowed.
I kept thrusting my fingers in his ass as I enjoyed his cock.
I dipped to take his whole cock in my mouth. The flares trapped his cum, stopping any of it from escaping my lips as more and more poured in. It slid down me in a warm gush, like a gentle stream on a languid summer's day.
I remembered how he had pressed the tip of his finger inside himself earlier. And so I did the same with my tongue.
I found the crease on his cockhead, and I thought I would stop the flow of his cum as I pressed my tip against it.
“Carrion, what are you-” but Azul cut off in a yell. I choked as more cum fired straight into the back of my throat. I moaned deeply as I swallowed even more of it down.
And all the while, my siren prince sang for me.
My other hand traveled up to the long seam above his cock. From the way he reacted before, I assumed it was sensitive. As I changed position, withdrawing my tongue to take another long lick along his cockhead, I pressed two fingers against his seam.
And his whole body buckled with a cry.
Carrion
“Wait! If you do that, I’ll-” Azul gasped as his back arched and claws dug into my flesh.
