Page 16 of Dirty December

I don’t. I go limp and submissive, silently begging for him to finish taking control.

He does, slowly pushing his succulent cock further into my mouth, past the limits of my throat. My eyes water and I begin to gag, but the heavy warmth of his thumbs kneading my ears and his balls brushing my chin stops me.

“Want the bear to stop? Bite down softly.”

I don’t move.

“Let’s count to ten. Ten seconds in that tight, soft throat. Swallow around my cock, Eirwen. I want to feel you squeezing me. One. Two. Swallow again, love.”

My eyes are blurred. I can hear Klaus counting, but things are fuzzy as I try not to cough.

“Five. Six. Seven. Look at me. Eight. Feel me fucking your beautiful face, Eirwen, yes. Nine. I’ll fuck it harder in a second. Ten.”

Klaus pulls all the way out, leaving me tearing up and coughing. He rubs my face and strokes his wet, slippery cock against my neck. “I’m sorry if that was too much.”

I wheeze, “Harder. Longer next time.”

Klaus frowns. “Harder, maybe. Longer, no. You try so hard to please me. That’s what turns you on, isn’t it?”

I give a guilty shrug. “Youturn me on.” I reclaim his cock before he can speak further, rocking back and forth on my knees, pulling his hands under my chin.

It isn’t long before he’s standing above me, knees bent, hands netted in my hair so he can pound into my willing mouth hard and fast.

I can feel Klaus swelling. Feel his cock turning impossibly hard in my mouth, and salty sweet streams of his precum flow with every suck.

This is it. He’s going to come in my mouth. I’m going to swallow every drop while he watches. My stomach and pussy do that peculiar tingle in perfect unison, a combination of excitement, nerves, and desire. I want to be his. I want him to mark me. I want him to tell me I’m perfect in every way, and part of me thinks this is what he wants. I’ll be the good little elf he can use as selfishly as he wants.

“No!” Klaus steps back, panting, abdominal muscles rippling as he reaches to haul me off my knees.

“What’s wrong?” I blink, trying not to cry. Did I displease him?

“Nothing with you, sweetheart. Your mouth felt too good.”

“That’s fine! I wouldn’t have minded.” I peek at him from under a curtain of silver and plum hair.

Klaus reclines on the bed and pulls me with him. “I know. You are so giving, Eirwen. I treasure every little bit of yourself you share.”

I nod, feeling better. Warmth tingles through me again.

This must be it. Soon. We’ve done so much and he’s so close... Any minute he’s going to bury himself in my pussy.

“I want to come inside of you. I want you to take every drop in your pussy.” Klaus grips my wrist, then flexes his fingers, loosening his grasp. “Oh. Oh, fuck, Eirwen. It’s been so long since I...”

“Do you mean protection?” My excitement flickers. I desperately want his cum in me. I want to feel him let loose. I want hot, thick cum pouring out in torrents from my gaping pussy.

And I’m young—in elf years. I want to have a family someday.

It hits hard that any family I want to build would only be with him—if I do what my heart wants.

“Yes. I don’t want to spoil the moment. I just got so caught up—”

“Come in me. I want it. I want it so bad and I—” I swallow. “I want you. I want everything with you, Klaus. You think this fantasy is about sex and submission. but that’s only a little bit of it. I want you and your heart. I want a life with you. All the mortal days. All the mortal things that go with it.”

Before he can protest, I scramble over his body, mine only taking up half of his torso, my slender legs like reeds against the thick oaky trunks of his thighs as I line my pussy up over his cock.

“I’m older, Eirwen. Magic and the promise of immortality—up to a point—have done things to this body. There’s a chance that you could end up pregnant and a chance that you might never be able to. With me.” He smiles and holds my wrists so that I can’t grab his cock and poise it to enter my hungering slit. “All the lovely things you said, all the passion we share—it’s okay if this is just a short-term gift. A secret to share, a memory for Decembers yet to come.”

I’ve been submissive and passive all night, so turned on by being taken that I was happy to let go of any of my commanding side.

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