TOMMY
I look at the man sleeping beside me. Handsome as he is in this form, he doesn't exude the raw power that he does in the other one. Nor does he seem anywhere near as threatening. "Zedd, call you Zedd. Not my lord, not master, just Zedd." Turning over his insisting words from earlier that I address him by his name alone without the more appropriate title, I lean down whispering his name into his ear. He sighs softly in his sleep, a small smile gracing his face. Unwilling to stop myself, I allow my hand to caress him, sliding down his body to his already interested flesh. I grin to myself as he moans my name in his sleep now. He might not be human, but I'd be willing to bet that he could be as easily controlled with sex as any human while in this form. Hmm, perhaps I need to 'take care of him' again.
In a moment, my hands are busy once more, stroking and rubbing him. Judging by his moans, I'm giving him very pleasant dreams indeed. I wonder briefly if it's possible to get him off without awakening him as even though I'm fairly certain he would not protest at this point, I'm still less than positive there won't be some repercussions afterwards for not at least asking first. I take him in my mouth once more as my fingers slide into him. Getting a rather vocal response, I think he's awake, but a quick glance shows otherwise. An idea occurs to me and I decide to try it. Slowly, I slide my mouth off of him, earning me a groan of protest. Quickly, I part his legs and in another moment, I'm inside him once more. I keep my strokes steady and gentle, as I still don't want to wake him.
My strokes shorten as I bend almost in half. Fortunately, my slender build helps and I'm able to get just the head of him into my mouth as well. It takes all my concentration, but I manage to keep my hips moving as my hand strokes what my mouth can't reach while I apply pressure with my lips and tongue. Apparently, my position has me hitting a spot inside him that's not unlike one on a human male as he moans out my name again, much louder this time. I can feel the pleasure building inside me, too, but I fight it off. That's not the purpose of this and I can't allow it. It's only another minute and I'm swallowing rapidly to avoid a mess.
Gingerly, I release him from my hand and mouth and slowly slide out of him, my own hormones clamoring for release and anatomy aching rather badly after denying myself twice now in one night. Still though, some part of me knows better, I know now just isn't the time for it lest I lose myself. I move back beside him and watch carefully. As his breathing returns back to normal, he settles back down into a deep sleep. I wait for my arousal to subside before I slip out of bed and into the bathroom to clean up and dress.
As I come out of the bathroom, I check him over once more to make certain he'll remain asleep for a while longer. I'm hungry and really not in the mood to wake him or have him catch me wandering around without his approval. Leaning down next to his ear I speak as softly as I can. "My lord?"
"Mmm shh, sleep pet, s'okay, you're safe." Taken back by the murmured words, and unneeded reassurance that I'm apparently safe, I shake my head chalking it up to whatever he must be dreaming of. Still dream or not, his concern for my safety is no less odd.
Deciding he very likely won't be waking any time soon I'm about to head for the kitchen when moonlight suddenly shines through a small gap in the curtains, bathing not only him but also his staff in a soft glow. He left his staff leaning against the wall, unprotected. Not only is he fairly unintimidating in his new form, but also apparently careless, as I can't recall him ever leaving his staff just lying around like this before. I pause as a thought occurs to me. Is it possible that he requires the staff to change his appearance? Could that be why he just left it here like this? If so, perhaps if I hide it, he'll be forced to remain in this form. Brushing away any thoughts of potential consequences, I snatch it up and head out of the room.
Half an hour later, I'm in the kitchen and rummaging through the enormous refrigerator. I spot a pie on a shelf. I'm not normally a fan of pie. In my opinion, the crust is a waste of time and the filling is the best part. Suddenly, I grin to myself and grab it and a spoon out of the drawer. Nobody else is up at this hour - who's to stop me from eating what I want? Besides, with how easily Zedd was swayed into forgetting my earlier outbursts I highly doubt I'll have any trouble getting him to forget about any dessert I might swipe.
I sit down at the counter and carefully remove the top crust. As I dig into the inside, I start to make a plan for taking control around here and making Zedd mine. I won't be his pet, but maybe - just maybe - I can make him mine.
