Page 28 of A Sword of Shadow and Deceit

“Get on your knees, Adam,” I order. “I have need of service.”

His head tips back and those wide, luminous eyes of his gaze up at me. A pink little tongue comes out and licks across his lower lip. My cock hardens further. I wait a beat, wondering if he—like the rest of these indoctrinated little mortals—will cave to my demands. It is both a relief and a disappointment when he quietly consents and sets aside his towels to follow my order. He slides to his knees before me, uncaring of the dirt that coats his once clean clothes.

I cup the back of his skull, rubbing my fingers through the curly locks. “Is your mouth trained?” I ask.

He nods. “I am here to serve, Master,” he replies breathily. “All of me is trained.” Just what I wanted to hear.

“Good.” I untie the band holding my training trousers closed with one hand. “Then open your mouth and take my cock. Suck it well. I want to know the effects of your training.”

That’s all it takes. A hiss escapes me as the male leans forward, parting his lips as he takes the head of my shaft into the wet interior of his mouth. I’d almost feel bad for them, these humans, if they weren’t so prone to such temptations. My brothers aren’t nearly as understanding of the human way. They hate our father—and in turn, the Gods—but they don’t hold nearly as much respect for those of the mortal classes even as they bend to our every whim and offer their holes up for usage. They are truly a blessing.

My hand on the back of his head firms as I drag him closer, pushing my shaft deeper. He chokes, the sound filtering through my ears. Soon, I think, we’ll have our very own Terra again and I can do this to them. I’ll fuck their throat and think of that creature from Mineval. The thief that blinded me, if only for a moment. How exciting it was to have someone best me. Escape me.

My other hand moves to the back of the male's head, meeting my own as I weave my fingers together against his curls. My grip tightens as I imagine the thief before me rather than this servant. Hunger takes hold within my groin. I can feel my cock throb against the wet tongue stroking it. “Fuck.” I gasp as he takes me deeper, that expert tongue of his lashing against the underside of my cock. “Yes, lick it just like that.” Whoever trained him did well if he’s able to draw my thoughts away from the thief from Mineval.

I close my eyes as I sink past the human’s lips once more and the head of my dick penetrates his throat. Little puffs of air linger on the top of my cock as he breathes heavily through his nose. I hold him down against the base of my shaft for several long seconds, counting down to see how long it takes him to fight back. They so rarely do. I’ve even managed to fuck a few of the servants so hard that they passed out from lack of oxygen. Never once did they curse me or struggle until they truly thought they would die.

Come on, I urge silently. Resist me. I bet the thief would. Though I couldn’t be entirely sure if they’d been male or female, I imagined the thief to be female. Their body had been slim—like a girl’s. A pretty woman she would be, with striking features and a scowling mouth. I picture long hair I could twist into braids and wrap around my hands as I used them like handholds to power deep into her throat. She would most assuredly fight back. Nails would scrape my thighs, blood would slip out from the wounds. My chest rumbles with a barely repressed moan. My sack tightens and draws up as I continue to fuck the waiting mouth in front of me.

The thief I encountered in Mineval would never simply let me do this. I’d have to force my way past resistance and the battle she would give me would no doubt be legendary. For a change, I might actually have to work to get my dick wet. I find that I quite like that idea. Even the imaginary challenge does more to heighten my pleasure and arousal than the actual hole swallowing my cock. I close my eyes and instead of the willing servant on his knees before me, I continue to picture the shadowy figure from Talmatia’s castle.

More seconds tick down. Despite his discomfort, the man never resists. His head works back and forth as he swallows against the invader pummeling the inside of his throat.

With a disappointed sigh, I withdraw, allowing him a moment to take a breath and then I cup the back of his head once more and thrust back inside. My head cranes back as I force my cock inside, too harshly out of my own disappointment. Back and forth. Into his throat and out again. He chokes. He coughs. He never tells me to stop.

Every once in a while, I’ll look down to see those worshipful eyes gazing up at me in wonder. Even as tears streak his face and red splotches stain his cheeks, turning him into a filthy whore-like mess, he still keeps his lips stretched, placatingly around my shaft, practically begging for the honor of swallowing my seed.

A sigh slips free. Had I considered them a blessing? Perhaps that thought was only reserved for feisty humans such as the thief. This one seems pathetic.

My cock jerks and I release a groan as a spurt of precum juts out of me and into the waiting mouth of the servant. He moans his pleasure, sucking it down. A hot tongue swipes down the underside of my shaft before curling around the head.

More. I desire more.

My thrusts increase in pace. Harder. Faster. I arch over the human, using my hold upon his head as an anchor. I grip him and shove him down, fucking into him as if his mouth is another’s pussy. She would fight me, I expect—that thief. More than fight, she would draw blood, scar me with her resistance. She would wound me and then … in the end, she would mount me and ride my cock to completion. Hers as well as my own.

The push and pull of blood and violence and physical demands is what makes me truly uncomprehending of my father and the other Gods. Overly willing bodies are nice enough for a time, but at the end of the day, a fight makes for a delicious orgasm. Exerting effort and coercing an evasive body to give in? The headiness is such a release.

It does not matter to me who wins. She or I. So long as the struggle gives me the sweet taste of satisfaction of having worked for it.

The very thought of that shadowy figure tossing a leg over my hips and taking my cock between her legs, slamming her soaking wet pussy down over my lap, makes me unleash my cum. I come to a stuttering halt in my thrusts, holding down the skull in my hand until the boy’s nose is buried into the thatch of hair at my groin. I release myself into him, groaning as it erupts. My cum pours from me, sliding down his throat and into his belly.

As I pull out, finally freed of my imagined partner, he quietly takes my cock in hand and licks up the underside. With a smirk, I watch him clean off the last remaining vestiges of my orgasm. He closes his lips around my head, his tongue dipping into the slit there and I have to pull sharply back to keep him from giving me yet another erection. I’ve already made my brothers wait long enough, it would take at least an hour more to enjoy this boy’s backside, and after having gotten my release, I don’t want to have to listen to their scolding any more than I no doubt already will.

“That will be all,” I say, lifting my trousers back up and retying them.

“You were pleased, Master?” He glances up at me, lips shining wet and his face a red mess.

I smile down at him and swipe my thumb over his lower lip before lifting it to my mouth and sucking off the last droplet of my own release. “Quite pleased,” I tell him, knowing that it’s only a half lie. “The service of your mouth was gratifying.”

His expression blossoms. “If ever you have need of me,” he says. “I am happy to provide this service and … others.”

“Duly noted,” I say, pulling away from him as I finish doing up my pants and turn away. “You may continue your duties here.”

With that, I leave the human on his knees, belly full of my cum, and head for the chambers at the top of the northern tower.

Chapter 13

Kiera

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