Screwing Him over

Almost tenderly you held his face in your hand as you continued to thrust, the wet warmth of his willing mouth almost ambrosia as again and again you entered him with a rough uncompromising intimacy as you gripped his hair. And yet for all of this he simply complied, his mouth suckling deeply at its pistoning intruder, keeping desperate time with every beat of the rhythm which had been set between you three.

Even as you worked your shaft down into the soft warm depths which drew you in, you could feel him actively utilizing his tongue beneath the head of your engorged penis to tickle and titillate even as you thrust deep. No matter what else there was to be said about him, all the time which he’d apparently spent in the whore house seemed to have not been wasted. If you’d been told that he was a courtesan of some kind after this you wouldn’t nearly be surprised.

Still you continued on, the sweet suction of his warm mouth leaving you almost breathless even as you took your time to consider just what you could take from him. Anything but his whoring skills... right now, he was just too fucking good at putting them to use as he pleasured you deeply, pulling you in until your testicles slapped hard against his chin and the tip of your spear struck deep into his constantly swallowing gorge. And with almost perfect timing he simply took quick breaths, never losing the rhythm and forcing you to with draw completely from him for the sake of breath.

He was almost a perfect sex machine. Somehow you figured it was related to the agility which was his highest stat.

You tried right there and then to take something more from him in mid thrust, greed mingling with lust as you attempted to make just a little bit more of the creature before you yours. You try to take the measure of his power from him, a thing which you recognized as a quantified measure of the very weight of his fate.

And like the ephemeral measure that it is, it slips from your grasp.

You pull his hair harder and put just a bit more into the next thrust just out of tune with the rest, a punishment for his unwitting resistance. With vigor granted by your stolen capabilities you continue to plunge in, ever more recklessly than before, his pliant moans, vibrating about your length to devastating effect.

For a moment you aren’t quite sure who is in control of the encounter, you or he?

You pull again, groping away at anything that is of him, the vital statistics which describe him, but they remain tangled as they had been before, even as you try to pull them all as one. But they remain as they had, sliding from your grasp.

Ever yet still you plunge balls deep against his beautiful face, almost entranced by the sight of his nose buried against your crotch, tongue pushed out as he tried to suckle you ever deeper into his warm wet maw, reaching for places yet to be touched and caressed with a surprising diligence.

You give up all presence of civility in venting your frustrations, slamming your hardened length again and again into his willing hole, no longer with anything like regard for the beautiful man’s well being, only your own selfish pleasure peering through as you use him without mercy.

You fuck his face without so much as an ounce or remorse, finally managing to pull out a splutter from his otherwise perfect visage. You glory in the tears which begin to stream down his eyes involuntarily, even as his mouth continues its ministrations, matching stride with some difficulty, your violence.

It is here and now that you reach in, perhaps in a moment of dark eclipse over understanding of self. You reach for the very devotion of a man rooted deep within, down to the part of him which is animal and reactive, where the seat of self-preservation and loyalty to one’s own goals sits.

Then you take it for your own.

Again and again you thrust, working your way into what is now yours, you’d claimed him for your own... harder and harder you work him over never letting him a moment to regain rhythm, to catch his breath, pushing him to the edge of his endurance.

And yet, he never stopped trying, never stopped struggling to suckle and pleasure you even as his breath weakened his eyes glazed over with the exertions. It was only then at the moment that he had faded, would you allow yourself to withdraw, the heavy burden of your loin released.

A smile crossed your lips as you marked him yours, even as the other behind continued to work his ass over with almost mindless vigor.

Graciously you waited until the Laprin had finished spilling himself into the bowels of your new toy, nestling his face in your lap as you stroked his hair and waited till all was finished.

“Riccard.” You spoke gently, caressing his cum streaked hair. Yours now. “How do you feel?”

A light groan escaped those cute lips, as he slowly came back to his senses.

“Who...?” He began, only for your finger to find its way across his lips.