Page 29 of Prince of Ruin

He chuckles darkly. “You want more?”

In answer, I scoot down until my face is level with his hips and drag his cock up to my mouth.

“Clavicle,” he whispers, his deep voice suddenly husky. “You don’t have to—you can’tpossibly—” His words break off in a moan-growl as I pull his cock between my lips, taking it as deep as it’ll go in my narrow, human mouth. Which isn’t far, to be honest. It’s just the head. But he seems to find pleasure in it all the same. With both hands wrapped around the fat length of him, I suck and lick and nip at thehead ofhis cock, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. He moans above me, and that moan only makes me thirsty for more.

I pop off just long enough to say, “Choke me with your cock.”

“Clavicle—”

“Do. It.” I wrap my lips around the head of his cock again, waiting. He’s still for a moment, but then he gently pushes his cock deeper, pinning my head against the bed. I’m playing with fire, I’m well aware. He could kill me with his cock without even intending to.Crush my fucking skull with one grind. Drown me as he cuts.

He pushes it in slow until he can’t go in any further, blocking my airways and hitting the back of my throat until I’m gagging. My jaw aches. I mean, it feels like it’s about to get dislocated, but I don’t squirm beneath him. I don’t try to escape, because this is legit so fucking hot. He leaves his cock in there, pinning my skull to the bed just long enough for my lungs to start screaming for air, for my body to start panicking, for stars to appear at the line of my vision before he pulls out. I suck in a sharp breath, tears streaming down my temples from the choking. Sitting up, he looks down at me, a low chuckle escaping him.

“Do you like my cock, Clavicle? Does it taste as good as it did when you were a fae, or have your human taste buds dulled the flavor?”

Before I can respond, he’s shoving his cock into my mouth again. I suck it hard, my own cock aching for a relief as I take him in, both hands stroking him. He tastes earthy, like the saltwater in a cave. I pump him faster, bringing a delicious growl out of him that threatens to makemecum. And he’s panting now. He’s panting to the rhythm that he fucks my face, and those panty growls are starting to turn into bat-like screams, like the eerie sounds that echoed in the caverns moments ago.

If I were a normal person, I would have attempted to run away long ago. This beast is huge and dangerous and fucking scary as hell. The demonic screeches he’s making as he plummets his dick into my mouth is nightmare fuel. So why am I so fucking turned on?

“I’m going to cum now, little boy.”

I moan around his cock in response. And—are those tears streaming down my temple? From the choking. It has to be from the choking. But god, I feel like I’ve reached another plane of existence with this pleasure.

He pulls out, and I suck in a sharp breath as my airways are opened. “Where do you want it?”

I breathe heavily against his stomach, his cock resting on my lips. “On my face,” I breathe. “Give me…a full facial,bat boy.”

He releases a low hiss. “As you wish.”

I continue to pump him until I feel his body shudder—and then cum—ropes of cum explode from his dick all over my face. The warm liquid coats my eyelids, dripping down my temples, over my ears, down my chin, oozing over my neck, warming my skin. He keeps unloading all over me, the ribbons of cum endless, and I take it, my cock finding its own heavenly release.

Breathing heavily, Abaddon, rolls off me, lying beside me on the massive hanging bed as he catches his breath. Before I can reach up to wipe his cum off, I feel a cloth upon my face, wiping bucket-load of bat-cum from my eyes, my mouth and nose, my forehead and neck. I open my eyes to study him as he cleans me up. He’s leaning on his side now, propped on the elbow of one wing, while his other wing arches over me while he cleans me up. His black eyes are tender, the deep v between his brows less pronounced in his post-orgasmic glow. Even as it softens, his cock is massive as it rests against his thigh. I had that thing in my mouth. Already, my cock is slowly stiffening at the thought. His eyes lower at the movement, and a slow grin eases upon his face.

“It’s your turn, little boy.”

“N-no—it’s fine—I—”

But Abaddon hooks his talons under my arms and hoists me up so I’m straddling his face. His largeribbed ears are fanned out, standing to attention to my needs, my reactions.

“Tell me what you want,” he says, that low growl making me shudder. Instead of popping my dick into his mouth, I put my balls in and stroke my dick over the top part of his face. He moans in pleasant surprise, keeping his black eyes locked on mine as he gently sucks my balls, taking both into his mouth like bubblegum and somehow keeping those sharp fangs away from the sensitive sack. Then he pops them out and moves lower, dragging that long, black tongue down my taint. I shudder violently, a growl of need escaping my chest.

But he doesn’t stop there.

He gently hooks his talons into my hips and moves me up, dragging his tongue further down until he’s licking my asshole.

“F-fuck.” I have never had a rim job. I didn’t realize how good it felt. I pump my cock faster, precum dripping down the head as he glides his tongue up and down my ass crack, then gently prods my asshole with his tongue.

Holy gods above.

Blinding pleasure washes over me as he does his weird magic in my backside, his long tongue prodding my asshole, going deeper while his fangs scrape my taint. I strip my cock while I ride his mouth. An explosion of colors invades my vision. I don’t havea chance of lasting longer than a minute before Ropes of come squirt onto his forehead, and he brings his face up, catching the rest of it in his mouth, swallowing it like it were some sort of treat.

“Your human cum is just as good as your fae cum,” he says, then grins. “Maybe better.”

It’s my turn to collapse beside him, to let him clean my cum off his own face while I catch my breath. But he doesn’t bother. We both lie there, soaking in the post-coital glow. He’s staring at me with my cum all over his face, like he can’t believe I returned. His wings are relaxed, jeweled talons shimmering in the firelight. His large ears twitch as he studies me, as if he could hear the pounding of my heart.

“You’re exquisite,” he hisses. And the compliment melts me to my core.I have no idea what he sees in me. Must be memories of the Clavicle past. The prince of ruin, the king of destruction who he fell in love with decades ago. None of this is real if he doesn’t know the true me. The human me, who has never fought in a school fight, much less a battle. Who doesn’t remember a god-damned thing about this world. I should put a stop to this whole thing, because it’s built on a lie.

But, god. I want him. I want to do more dirty things to him before he realizes I’m not the Clavicle he fell in love with and tosses me into the volcano instead.

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