Page 57 of The Shadow Prince's Ruin
“Yes. That’s what I want to see. Jerk off for me,” he grunts, forcing his prick in faster while he slides his hand into my hair.
I can’t get enough of it. His smell, his taste, the low moans he makes as I suck him harder, all send me into a frenzy of lust. I should have been so much more sensible, said no and continued our journey, but how could I possibly deny a cock this gorgeous, hot, and stiff?
He’s rough, and forceful with his thrusts, but he’s also stroking me gently, and waiting for my reaction when I stir too rapidly or choke on his long shaft. I feel so very filthy when saliva dribbles down my chin and I sense it drip on my chest, but while this is shameful for someone in my position, someone who should rule over others or face humiliation, I long to be the vessel for his lust. I want Hawk to use me how he likes, to squeeze and prod me. I want to drink his cum with the same fervor I dedicated to my alchemical studies.
This human might be lowborn, a fugitive, and crude, but I adore him more than anything. I don’t care if Ishouldn’tfind his crassness exciting, because I love his raw hunger for my body.
With Hawk, I can be my purest self, like a diamond pulled out of a ring so it can be seen in all its glory.
“That’s it, throat tight and open for me, your perfect body ready for my cum. Such a pretty little cock,” Hawk mumbles and tugs on my hair, speeding up his thrusts as I stroke myself with abandon. I’m not even offended for being called little because I know he finds it attractive.
I gag a bit when the sensation of fullness becomes too much, but I’m too aroused to care. All I can think of is him watching me jerk off to the edge of orgasm. The excitement is painted all over his face just like when he pushed his dick into me for the first time, as if I’m the pinnacle of his lusty dreams.
When he withdraws, I embarrass myself by attempting to reach his shaft with my tongue. Oh, how low have I stooped, butI can’t get enough of his desire for me. When I see him rubbing his cock in fast, jerky motions while the green spores float all around us, I offer him my open mouth.
His cum is hot on my face. I shiver, and when I taste it, already covered with its thick drops, my own balls tighten, and I come, twisting on the soft mushroom cap.
“Fuuuck, baby boy,” Hawk rasps, offering me the head of his cock to kiss. This might be my new favorite angle to watch his prick from. I’m still panting, mouth open, when he drags two fingers over my face, gathers some of his seed, and then smears it over my lips. “I’m going to have the most delicious eternity with your greedy mouth. Tell me how much you liked having your tonsils rubbed,” he teases with a smirk and heat burns me from the inside.
“I…”
He trails his finger over my sticky cheek. “You made such a pretty mess all over yourself.” He points out my cum-stained chest. “Go on, say ‘I’m a needy boy and I love your meat in my mouth’.”
I swallow, pushing down my shirt, even though my cock is still exposed. “I’m… a needy boy who loves your meat in my mouth,” I admit with cheeks on fire.
Hawk grins, then leans in and kisses my sticky lips. “That’s my good little prince. I’ll enjoy defilingyour royal highnessagain very soon.”
He lets go of my hair to grab my shoulder when my world whirs, and I’m about to fall back. My bones feel soft like the damn mushroom. I use the ripped shirt to clean myself a little, but I still smell of sex. How can I complain though, when the sight of Hawk pulling up his pants makes me salivate all over again.
“You really can’t get enough of me, can you?” I utter between catching one deep breath and another.
His eyes open wider, and he’s back between my thighs, a grin firmly planted on his face as he kneels to be at my eye level. “How is that surprising? You are literally the best-looking person I’ve ever seen. Slender, cute as a button, but deadly. You have those big blue eyes, pale hair, the little nose, ass like a damn peach, and a BJ-swollen mouth,” he adds, winking when he slides his arms around me, claiming me all over again. “And you’re so smart on top of that, but still choseme. Just thinking about you makes me horny.”
I wrap my arms around his neck. “It doesn’t bother you that I barely reach your shoulder?” I utter and kiss his round ear, which might be the only ‘cute’ thing about him.
He snorts and pulls me off the mushroom, adjusting my clothes once my unsteady feet are back on the ground. “Honey cheeks, I couldn’t date if that bothered me, because I’ve not yet met anyone taller than me other than my dad. But Ilovethat you’re so compact. That I can just pick you up with one hand whenever I want to, toss you to the bed, hold down those tiny wrists. Makes me feel all big and mighty. I bet I could fuck you holding you up no problem,” he adds with a vicious laugh.
My ears go hot, but I can’t ponder this idea right now. We need togo.
I smile at Hawk, so happy that this man, this massive wall of muscle with an endless supply of energy and a shadow so dark it stands out even underground, ismine. He might not be my Dark Companion yet, but he belongs to me already, and I cherish him.
“Maybe one day we’ll find out,” I tease and grab my bag.
I’m surprised when his big hand squeezes mine almost right away. The spores are still floating around the mushroom that was the scene of our tryst as we take the first step farther down the passage. “We better, because I’m leaving everything behind for one stubborn prince.”
“As far as I know, you’re a fugitive.” I poke his side, amazed at how easily I’ve adapted to closeness with another person after years without as much as a hug. “I’m doing you a favor.”
He snorts and places his hand on my shoulder in a gesture that feels protective. “Yeah, but I’m leaving behind electricity, the internet, reality TV, and even chocolate. You should appreciate my sacrifice, princeling.”
I smile up at him, filled with pure joy. I’m leaving banishment, I will have the greatest Dark Companion the Nocturne Court has ever seen, the Sunwolf Crown is hidden in my bag, and I’ve just had a spectacular orgasm. What more could I want?
“I do appreciate it. I will make sure to acknowledge that in my vows to you, and I will always be ready to meet your needs,” I glance down his body and grin when he winks at me.
How lucky am I to have found him by chance in the world of humans? He is not only handsome and strong. He’s proven himself thoughtful and kind, he fought for me against his own family, and he trusted me even when he suspected I might have lost my mind. He never complained about needing to carry my possessions, and made it clear that he wishes to take care of me. My heart soars every time I think about his tender touches and fond smiles.
We walk for another ten minutes before the steady row of torches comes to an abrupt end, but the final light illuminates the iron steps of a folded ladder attached to the wall at the end of the tunnel. The mushrooms have been mostly cleared around it, to create more space, but the trapdoor I see in the ceiling doesn’t look like anything special.
“Is there a trick to it?” Hawk asks, and I stew in the juice of uncertainty, because while I have crossed the border between worlds, I did so using the proper channels. This is an unofficial (or should I say, illegal) route, and I don’t know whether weshould open the door in a specific way, like when we entered the grimsmith’s home, or force our way through.
