Page 60 of A Heart Disguised 1

What in the many hells was this sorcery? My mind reeled, my thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind. I was certain I must be dreaming, for no reality I knew could contain such exquisite ecstasy.

His hands gripped my hips, holding me still as he took me deeper into his mouth. The sight of him, this powerful demon lord, with my cock disappearing between his lips was almost too much to bear. I could feel myself teetering on the edge of something monumental, a precipice from which there was no return.

“Your Grace,” I gasped, my voice laced with a mix of wonder and desperation. “I… I don’t understand. What is this? What are you doing to me?”

He released me briefly, his eyes locking with mine. “This,” he said, his voice thick with desire, “is pleasure in its purest form. And I am showing you just how exquisite it can be.”

With that, he returned his attentions to my aching cock, his mouth working me with a skill and enthusiasm that left me shaking and gasping for air. My hands fisted in the sheets, my body writhing beneath his as he drove me relentlessly toward the brink.

And then, with a final, soul-shattering suck, I was tumbling over the edge, my release crashing over me in wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure. The duke swallowed around me, the contractions of his throat milking me for every last drop.

When he finally released me, I lay there, panting and spent, my body trembling with the aftershocks. He moved back up my body, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction and a hint of smugness that I couldn’t find it in myself to resent.

His lips claimed mine in a fervent kiss, the taste of my own essence mingling with the unique, heady flavor that was the duke. I was shaking, dazed, and utterly breathless, my mindstruggling to process the intensity of what had just transpired between us.

“Well,” I managed to gasp out, my voice a mere whisper of sound, “I suppose there’s a first time for everything.”

The duke’s laugh was low and rich, the sound vibrating through his chest and into mine. “Indeed,” he murmured, his golden eyes twinkling with mirth and desire. “I look forward to many, many more firsts with you.”

He pulled away, fingers working at the fastenings of his own garments with a deftness that had me fixated. The fabric fell away like petals from a blooming flower, revealing inch by chiseled inch the raw power of his form. Gods above, was it possible for a man to be crafted with such care? His muscles rippled beneath skin that gleamed like polished obsidian in the dim light. Each contour and curve spoke of strength and virility; he was like a statue brought to life by some lustful deity’s hand.

And then my gaze dipped lower, to the evidence of his desire jutting proudly. Oh, sweet mercy. My breath hitched, heart slamming against my ribs as if seeking escape. There it was: his manhood, standing proud and formidable as the tower of Lunaria itself—a thing of beauty and terror, massive and pulsing with need, the very image of the rumors that had whispered of the duke’s insatiable appetites. The tales hadn’t done it justice; this was no mere appendage but a monument to masculine endowment.

A tremor ran through me as I considered the logistics. How in the realms would I ever manage to take such a… such a magnificent beast into my mouth? My experience in such matters was laughably nonexistent—unless one counted the occasional turnip harvested from the garden for comparison.

I shifted my gaze back to his face, my own member, still sensitive from the duke’s attentions, twitching at the sight of his arousal.

“Your Grace,” I began, my voice quivering slightly, “must I… that is, should I…?” I couldn’t bring myself to finish the question, my gaze flitting nervously to the impressive erection that seemed to demand my attention.

The duke chuckled, the sound deep and resonant. He drew me into his arms, his touch gentle despite his formidable size. “Fear not, my dear,” he said, his lips tracing a path along my jawline. “There is no rush. Tonight is all about you.”

Relief washed over me, and I let out a sigh that I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. “And… and what about you?” I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. “Don’t you… desire release as well?”

His laughter filled the room once more, his golden eyes alight with amusement. “Oh, I assure you, the desire is there,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “But tonight, I wish to focus on your pleasure. There will be plenty of time for everything else.”

With that, he guided me back down onto the bed, this time positioning me face down with a pillow beneath me. I clutched at the soft fabric, my heart pounding in my chest as I felt the duke’s weight envelop me from behind like a warm, comforting blanket. His lips traced a path down my back, each kiss sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensation of his touch, the blissful warmth of his body against mine.

This is nice,I thought hazily as pleasure suffused every nerve ending. A night of caresses and kisses seemed quite perfect indeed—until…

Lifted suddenly by strong hands, my rear now shamelessly presented to him in the air. I tensed, a mixture of anticipation and trepidation flooding through me as I felt his breath, hot and tantalizing, against my most private area. His lips brushed against my skin, and I couldn’t help but groan, my bodyshuddering beneath his touch. I felt another kiss—this one startlingly low on my backside.

“Your Grace,” I gasped, my voice muffled by the pillow. “Must we… there?” I wondered aloud.

The duke’s tongue darted out, tracing a path along my cleft. A jolt of pleasure shot through me, and I groaned, my body writhing beneath his ministrations. It was strange, certainly, and intensely intimate, but the sensation was undeniably exquisite.

As his tongue continued its exploration, I felt him probing at my entrance, and I couldn’t help but tense up. The sensation was overwhelming, a hot, intense heat that bordered on being too much to bear. I cried out, my body shaking as I struggled to process the flood of sensations.

“Your Grace, please,” I begged, my voice barely above a whimper. “It’s… it’s too much.”

He paused, his lips brushing against my skin as he spoke. “This, my dear Robin, is where the ultimate pleasure lies between two men,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “But do not fear. I will prepare you thoroughly, and we will go at your pace.”

His words, a balm to my frazzled nerves, promised a realm of pleasure I had scarcely imagined. The revelation sent a shock wave through me, leaving me trembling under the weight of this newfound knowledge. So this was how two men shared their bed? The thought was as terrifying as it was thrilling. I lay there, quivering with anticipation and apprehension, realizing that the act between two men was so much more than I had ever been told by hushed whispers. It was forbidden, yes, but oh so alluring in its mystery and promise of ecstasy.

For what seemed like half an hourglass turn, the duke lavished his attention upon me with a single-minded focus that bordered on reverence. His tongue was a sinful instrument, coaxing gasps and moans from me as he explored the secretcrevices of my body. Each lick, each stroke was a revelation, a master class in the art of ecstasy. His fingers, slick with some unguent I dared not question, probed and teased with an expertise that left me writhing, stretching me in ways I had never imagined possible.

My mind, once a sharp and witty blade, was reduced to a state of blissful incoherence. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me as his caresses sent ecstasy spiraling through my being. His tongue traced patterns that seared into my memory, and his fingers—oh, his fingers—they worked with a thoroughness that left me feeling utterly ravished. I lay there, my thoughts awhirl, capable only of basking in the haze of pleasure that enveloped me, reduced to a puddle of sensual mush beneath his masterful touch.

When he finally turned me onto my back, I felt as though I had been thoroughly unraveled, every thread of my being pulled taut and ready to snap at the slightest touch. My body was simultaneously boneless and pliant, floating in a haze of pleasure. There he loomed above me, a dark god of carnal desire, his golden eyes glowing with a hunger that both scared and enthralled me. I lay there, utterly exposed, as he positioned himself between my legs. The thick, heavy weight of his arousal rested against my entrance.

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