Petite Crêpe covered his captain's body in kisses until reaching the shameful crotch. Gaston felt more nervous.
"Jacques? What…?"
"Spread your lovely legs, darling." He teased in a predatory smile.
The war leader strangely obeyed without question. What was his fluffy pancake going to do? He didn't have the time to think about it as he yelped under the tickling kisses placed on his inner thighs. Holy mother of… To have these soft lips on his most vulnerable body part felt… good. So good. Four, five, six, ten, twelve… Gaston lost count. He'd let his petite crêpe cherish his thighs until they melt. Even if it made him whine like a little girl. He never was a real man anyway. LeFou's gifted mouth was here to remind him of it.
His captain's hard manhood felt nicely smooth and warm in his palm. It was cutely twitching as the thin blood vessels streaking it were softly pulsing under the caress of his fingertips.
"You like it, huh?" Petite Crêpe felt so powerful. "How about… this?" He cooed.
Oh… God. Oh God! Oh God! Jacques is… His tongue… It's… It's on my… Fuck! It feels so good! Gaston soliloquized in his head as he squeezed his eyes shut, sealed his lips and clenched his fist over them.
His perfect love's tongue was taking care of his precious jewels. Oh why, why has he been so wary and scared of something so delightful? How come something so sinful felt so… divine? Gaston was wondering as blissful tears freely ran out of his shut down eyes. He didn't know it was possible to feel so happy. His manhood was getting harder and his pelvis softly twitched at each magical lick. He couldn't help it. These wet caresses were just irresistible. It felt like a silk scarf slowly glossing over his private parts. Gaston wished it'd never end. He finally let out the moans he was holding in.
"Ah… ah!... Jacques…"
"Am I this skilled, my captain?" LeFou teased again.
"Don't you dare stopping, you perfect being!" The intoxicated captain gritted his teeth.
Could it be? The great and powerful and noble hunky beefcake captain Gaston was begging the poor, small, pathetic, low and unworthy LeFou? He was in a mere peasant's control? That quite pleased the latter who got back to his dirty work.
He still couldn't believe his ears. Such a melodic voice, so many cute whimpers and growls… Petite Crêpe wanted more. He who always had had enough with Gaston's sole presence now yearned for the soldier's sweet high-pitched moans. He wanted to make him scream. Not the way Gaston made him during the war; the lustful nurse will make his patient scream God's name. He will make him scream his name! The caretaking tongue left the hunter's jewels for his needy upper part. The simmering pancake began to run the tip of his gifted tongue on the feverish length. From the bottom to the top. And reversely.
Oh no. And the whimpering soldier thought it couldn't get any better. His manly parts were burning and swelling under that satanic yet heavenly licking. Gaston suddenly let out an ear-piercing gasp. That wicked tongue now was pampering the throbbing vein that encircled his intimate gun. It was too much. Too much! The proud captain tossed his head to the right and left.
Jacques you bitch! You're doing it on purpose! You're doing it on purpose! The tamed soldier cursed in his head as he let his mouth freer to moan and whine and his eyes to shed glittering tears.
Fleshy lips now were blessing his weak cock with sweet pecks. Did this delightful torture have no end? His hips faintly thrust in thin air. Was he going to explode?
"Now prepare for the final attack." LeFou almost threatened.
What?
Gaston didn't have the time to think his voice was sharply cut off. It was so inhumanely good he no longer had the strength to scream. Jacques' tongue was… it was…peeling off…
He moaned louder. And cried even more.
"Have I found a weak spot, my strong captain?" Petite Crêpe giggled before he placed a kiss on the sensitive glowing tip.
"Ah!" The hunter moaned again.
It felt exactly like 20 years ago. The only time Gaston had let his cute pancake toying with his appendage of bliss.