Page 16 of Prince of Ruin

Gods, even my name on his lips makes my skin buzz with excitement. Is this the power Tarsus spoke of? They often talked about the way Clavicle’s tenderness with those he loved made it easy for them to forget the monster he is. It was hard for Tarsus to let him go, because no one else came close to making Tarsus feel the way the Spine Sovereign made them feel. I think I get it now.

Later. I’ll tell him later. For now….

Stepping back from him, I cross the room to my bag and dig around until I find the strap-on and dildo. The dildo is peach and veiny, something I would hope my dick would look like eventually, although the size might be a bit exaggerated. With my back turned to him, I kick off my pants and underwear, slip off my limp dick and replace it with the dildo, then tighten the straps around my hips. While I’ve had top surgery and am six months on T, I haven’t even considered getting reconstruction surgery down there. I guess there’s some part of me that wants to keep my female reproductive organs so I could…potentially bear children. I follow enough seahorse dads on Instagram to know that’s something I want. Someday.

When the dildo looks like it’s attached to my body, I turn toward Clav.

The way his eyes roam over me, not like I’m a strange experiment he’s afraid of touching or a kink he can’t wait to fuck, but as a man he can’t wait to devour, makes my blood run hot through my veins, straight to my core.

“Come here,” I order. I love being in the lead. I love issuing commands and having people obey me. The look of pleasant surprise flashing across his features is nothing new. I’m sweet, soft-spoken, too kind for my own good. But when it comes to sex, my high drive and barbaric need sends the Sweet, Sweet Aden everyone thinks they know running.

“On your knees,” I say when Clav is standing before me. The admiration I find in his gray eyes as he kneels and tilts his chin to look up at me makes me so fucking horny for him.

“Good boy.” I grip both the silver antlers of his crown, surprised at how snug and fitted the headdress is on his brow. Thrusting my hips forward, I gently nudge his chin with my dick. “Now suck it.”

His eyes don’t leave mine as he opens his mouth, taking the dildo in. I slowly ease my cock into his mouth, seeing how much he can take. It’s a large dildo, definitely not what my dick will actually look like once I grow one, but go big or go home, amirite? He somehow manages to take the whole thing to theback of his throat before pulling out and taking it back in again.

Closing his eyes, he grips my hips with his hands, his fingers digging into my skin as he bobs on my cock. A deep moan escapes me as I brace myself with his antlers. Even though I obviously can’t feel his mouth around my cock, the act of his submission, the way he worships me, his loyalty, has me so wet that I’m almost ready to come.

“Touch yourself,” I order.

His mouth still on my cock, he dips his hand into his briefs and pulls out his angry red cock. Whew, now that is a cock to be proud of. Holy shit. Precum glistens at the end as he begins pumping it to the rhythm that he pumps his mouth on my dick. This is so hot. I must be gripping his antler crown too tight, because the crown slips off his head. Whoops. I toss it aside, threading my fingers through his pink hair instead.

Bracing his head with both hands, I thrust my cock in and out of his mouth, and he lets me take charge, holding still as I destroy his mouth with my cock. His hands brace the backs of my thighs as he takes me, slowly moving up until he cups my ass cheeks, his fingers dipping into my sex.

“Oh.” I moan as a pleasurable sensation explodes through me and pick up my pace as I fuck his mouth. I’m so close. So. Fucking. Close. I thrustdeeper, then hold my cock in his throat as I come undone.“F-fuuuuck.” Releasing him, I pull out and stumble back, still reeling from my orgasm. “Holy fuck.”

Before I can do anything else, though, he stands and hoists me up, pulling my legs around his narrow waist as he carries me to the bed. My muscles limp, I let him lay me down as he crawls on top of me, his glasses, button-down, and vest still on. I barely have time to catch my breath before he crashes his mouth against mine, kissing me like a man who’s gone too long without food or water. This kiss is far more violent than the first one we shared. We’re all teeth and lips and tongue while he’s grinding his erection into my hips and I’m fumbling with the buttons of his vest. Straddling me, he sits up and removes his vest, then slowly unbuttons his shirt as he takes a moment to admire my body.Every button undone reveals another muscle, the way his pale skin is taut over his abs.

“God, so you’re so beautiful, Aden.” His gray eyes are glassy as he removes his shirt, the muscles of his abdomen flexing with the movement.

Leaning down, he kisses one of my chest scars, then the other, then trails his kisses down the plains of my abdomen until he reaches that tuft of hair at my sex. My face grows hot with humiliation. I may identify as a guy, and I might look like a guy, but down there, I’m what society calls a woman. And I hate it. Itchased most gay men and straight women away until I gave up on dating.

Until I met Tarsus and entered a world where none of that mattered.

To my surprise, though, Clav nuzzles his nose into the fuzz, then slips out his tongue and slides it into my soaked pussy.

“Oh, shit.” I suck in a sharp gasp as he caresses that sensitive area of my center. “Oh my gods, Clav.”

“Your smell is enough to make my cock throb,” he moans before slipping out his tongue and dragging it from my vagina up my slit the way one might clean peanut butter off a spoon. I squeeze the pillow beneath my head, grit my teeth as a moan escapes me. “You taste so fucking good, Aden.” He stops at my clit and sucks, and a new set of sensations explodes through my body.

“F-fuck!” I whimper. “I’m going to cum again if you keep doing that.”

“Not yet you’re not.” He pulls away from my sex. I smirk when he grabs a condom from his back pocket. He was hoping this would happen. My face warms, because I was too. He removes his briefs completely and rolls the rubber over his dick. “Where do you want it?” he asks. And the fact that he cares about my dysphoria at all speaks measures to his character.

I know a few trans men who don’t like to have anything to do with their pussy when fucking, from the mere fact that it’s a cruel reminder they were born with one. But me…I’ve always appreciated my own center and the way the dick hits my g-spot. I guess it’s another reason I never had reconstruction surgery.I love my clit too much.

“Inside me,” I whisper, my need almost blinding me. “Fuck me. I want…I want you to fuck me.”

A smirk grows across his face as he crawls back over me. His glasses are steaming now while sweat beads on his forehead, and he removes his glasses and sets them on the nearby table. I wonder if he even needs them, or if it’s just another thing to disguise his true nature. I briefly wonder once again if this is an act or if he’s really forgotten everything, but when he positions himself between my thighs, when he cages my head between his arms and slowly sinks his cock deep into me, I don’t really care.

A string of incoherent swears slips from my lips. He’s not quite as big as Tarsus, being mortal and all, but he’s certainly bigger than the average human. He buries his face into my neck and releases a shuddering moan, one that practically has me begging for a release. But I want to enjoy his cock for a bit, first.

He slowly sinks all the way in, then moves away slightly so he could watch my face closely, as if looking for signs that it might not be comfortable. Gods bless him. My cheeks are flushed, my lips parted as I pant, and I keep my eyes on his as he slowly pulls out and sinks back in. Again and again and again. It’s the most basic position between people making love, but somehow with Clav, it feels forbidden and glorious and unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

He’s just so fucking pure and open and positive. How could this be the same ruthless prince who ordered human sacrifices every full moon? How could he be the same bastard who stabbed Tarsus in the back decades ago? He doesn’t seem to be hiding anything. He’s just…present. Here. With me.

My body is begging for a release, but I’m determined not to cum until he does. I wrap my hands around his back, dragging my nails over his skin the way I know makes Tarsus lose their control, and he pounds into me harder, faster, biting his lip hard as he claims me. I can’t hold it in anymore.

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