Page 32 of Prince of Ruin

“You don’t need to do that,” they whisper.

“I want to.”I want to touch every inch of your body, I want to worship your very essence before I leave you forever.

I continue to knead, spending a little extra time in spots that make that sexy, throaty sound come from the pit of their chest. After kneading their tense muscles, I sink to my knees on the floor in front of them. Their tired eyes widen slightly at the realization of what I’m about to do.

“Aden…we should go to bed.” Their lips quirk up, and considering it’s the first smile I’ve seen since I left for the human realms days ago, I take it as a win. Placing my hands on their parted knees, I gently run my hands over the robes covering their thighs. They suck in a sharp breath when I reach their crotch, glad to find their dick already hard.

“Take off your robes,” I say.

Tarsus stares at me, the silver in their irises brightening.

“Do it,” I press. Finally, they stand and remove their dark purple robes. Their cock is already hard, waiting for me. It’s been too long since I’ve sucked itor fucked it, honestly. Since the battle against the Solar Empire, things have been a little tense between us. Especially when I declared that I was bringing Clavicle home.

What an epic fail that was.

Kneeling before them, I lift my eyes to Tarsus’, take their cock in both my hands and slowly stroke. Their eyes fall closed as they throw their head back, that sexy moan escaping them. It makes me hungry, that sound, and I sink my mouth onto their cock until the head hits the back of my throat. Their fae cock is larger than your average human cock, and I’m not even halfway down the shaft, but they suck in a sharp breath, their length swelling in pleasure. When I pop off, they sink back onto the bed and curl their long fingers under my chin.

“What did I do to deserve you?” they ask, their voice soft. “You’re incredible, Aden.” Leaning in, they press their lips against mine, gently licking the seam of my lips until I allow them full access to my mouth. We indulge in one another like that, soaking each other in the way we should have a week ago. Slowly, tenderly, as if a battle wasn’t bordering the horizon and a volcano didn’t threaten to wipe us out.

When they pull away, I take their dick in my hands again, determined to finish what I started, and then sink my mouth onto their length.

They lean back onto their hands. “Aden,” they say in a husky voice as they stare down at me with hooded eyes. “I swear. Your mouth on my cock never gets old.”

I grin around their dick and offer a wink, which makes them moan again. “You are such a tease, Aden.”

I pop off long enough to say, “And you are my pillow princess, Tarsus.”

They snort, then suck in another breath as I take them back into my mouth and build a rhythm, my head bobbing up and down, loving the way they fill my mouth so perfectly, loving the velvet skin of their cock, loving the familiar bitter-saltiness of their precum. Their whimper sends blood rushing straight to my groin, and I know I’m going to get off simply from sucking them. I always do.

They comb their long fingers into my shaggy hair, gently cupping the back of my head. I wish they would take a fistful. I wish they would pin my head in place as they sink deeper into my throat until I’m gagging. I wish they would skull fuck me in the most merciless way.

But like Ash and Wolfsbane, Tarsus makes a point to be gentle with me. I can be as rough as I want with them, but to them, I’m porcelain. I know Tarsus is afraid that they’ll lose control and I—being a fragile human—would have no way to defend myself. Nowthat they saw the way Clavicle pinned me down, I know Tarsus will never be rough with me.

Still, I try to give them the best blowjob ever, sinking onto their cock until I’m choking myself off on their dick, because that makes me wet as fuck.I curl my fingers under there balls, then gently run my fingertips over their taint.

“Fuuuuck, Aden!” Their fists tighten in my hair as they throw their head back, and I build a fast pace while their hips rise up to meet me.

This is familiar territory. I know what Tarsus likes. I know what Ash likes. I know what Wolfsbane likes. I have my little polycule where all my needs are met in different ways by a fae, a witch, and a vampire. Who fucking needs Clavicle, anyway? Why should I care about losing someone I knew for less than a day?

I sink onto Tarsus’ cock until they’re nearly balls deep in my throat, their cock hitting the back of my throat.

“Aden,” they whisper. “I’m going to cum.”

I loop my arms around the backs of their thighs, imagining that Tarsus is the one pinning me there as they ejaculate down my throat. And that’s my own undoing. I find my orgasm as they finish theirs, my body shaking with heavenly pleasure while swallowing them down.

They pull out of my mouth, a string of saliva mixed with their come forming a bridge between theircock and my lower lip. I lick it off, swallowing the remaining residue in my mouth.

“Oh, babe.” They gather me into their arms and pull me onto their massive king size bed, tugging the thick blankets around us as they kiss me, licking their own cum off my lips. “Thank you. I needed that more than you know.”

I love their arms around me, warming me. I love their devoted attention as they whisper sweet nothings into my ear. I love their compliments, their affirmations, the way they see me for who I am and not for who society expects me to be based on my genitalia.

From the moment I met them five years ago at a small-town coffee shop, Tarsus has always been my true home and my most loyal family. The thought of them marching off to war tomorrow to fight a people who would love to see me get fried in the volcano nearly rips my heart in two. Tarsus is risking their life, and their armies, for me. What they don’t know is, they’re going to lose me either way when I let the bats take me to be sacrificed.

Clav

I’m going to go ahead and jot monster-fucking down as the best sex I’ve ever had. I mean…goddamn. I’m not a bad looking dude. In college I had large cocks stretch me to my max, but none of them can compete with Abaddon’s eggplant. I’m still sore when I wake up, and somehow being sore makes me want another round.My morning wood hardens at the memory of last night.

A loud rumble jolts me fully awake. The bed sways back and forth from its chains hanging from the ceiling, and I swear it’s going to fall and shatter on the cavern ground. The mountain is trembling, like it’s about to erupt. My heart pounding, I cling to one of the gold chains, praying to whatever force rules this realm that I’ll live. The tremors finally cease, and outside, I see a few orange rocks tumbling down the cavern face to the valley below. It’s still dark out, and I’m not sure whether I’m thrilled or crushed to wake up to find this is all real.

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