Quis sum? Quis esse volo? Quis esse vis?

by Kamuel

Noctis, Prompto, Ignis and Gladiolus are on the run from the Niflheim invaders, who have stolen the Crystal of the Lucis Kingdom and who are responsible for King Regis Lucis Caelum's death. Now Prince Noctis is on a journey on revenge, to not only find and get the Crystal of his Kingdom back, but to also find himself as a human being and his place in this now God forsaken world.

16. Healing - Noctis POV

Hey everyone,

first things first: WARNING! This long chapter consists mostly of m/m yaoi/lemon/sex scenes! Intended for mature readers only!

Also, a second warning for this chapter: it's seme/top-Prom and uke/bottom-Noct (!). If you don't like to read this, simply skip those parts. Don't worry, Noct will later take the seme/top position again.

I just realized, the last time that our darlings got to be intimate with each other, in this story, has been well over seven chapters ago (!). This is inacceptable. Let's catch up, shall we?

Nothing else for me to say about this chappy folks (other than it's a long one), as it speaks for itself ( I hope ;))!

ben4kevin: lol, yeah ... I had fun especially writing that part, haha.

Annie: Hey :). Wow! Thank you so, so much for your review and compliments, what a nice surprise, I'm so glad to read that you like my work so much. I always love to read readers reactions in return and honestly, I appreciate having you written some feedback so that I can understand what my readers like or don't like.

Now about the detailed lemons, which I really enjoy to write (and which this chapter has a lot of). I admit having been always an avid reader of well written homo-erotica. Not many authors have the knowledge/experience/talent to pull those parts off in my opionion, so it was frustrating more often than not when I read an absolutely amazing story with an incredible plot, only to be disappointed shortly after when the time for a good lemon between the characters came only to be left wanting afterwards :(. Without the juicy parts of what happens before, inbetween and after a lemon scene, without description of all kinds of feelings, the atmosphere, the mood etc., the lemon scene is not realistic. We are all human, and we all have emotions, we always feel something - especially in the deepest throws of lust, right?

And so, I swore to myself to never do the mistake of leaving things out (because I might feel lazy or whatever) when I write. I'm not an expert or a pro (not yet, haha), but I do write not only as if I would only impressionate my characters, I also love to write from the perspective of being myself a reader. I enjoy reading my own stories several times until I find something that I don't like, so I simply go back to rewrite the part that is strange/amiss and add things until the content looks good to my current state of mind.

Sorry for the long ramble, I'm quite passionate about this topic, I could write about it even more lol, so once I start I just can't shut up about it.

Also, to finally answer your question, Annie: as you can see from this chapter, yes, Prompto get's the chance to top. Usually I don't like to read seme-Prompto and uke-Noct fics, but in this case I make an exception for this story, as Noct is vulnerable and needs healing, and also because Prom has become slightly older/mature and is as powerful as Noct (in my plot they will be equals in that sense). So, thanks again, Annie! Would love to hear more from you :).

Enjoy this chapter everyone!

Kamuel

P.S.: wow, I reached a milestone! This story has ten people following this story! To all of you thank you very, very much! I appreciate your support. I'll continue to grow and give my best!

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Chapter Sixteen - Healing - Noctis POV

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Do you know of this feeling, as if a rug has been pulled from under your feet?

Feeling, as if the reality inverted itself and now everything around you feels like an unbelievable hot dream?

This is what my face looks like right now as I look at the now empty space where Prom has just stood mere seconds ago.

Who is this person and what in the world has he done to the real Prompto?

I swear my mind has just gone completely blank.

My body is a complete sexually aroused mess.

I'm completely blown away by Prom right now.

He managed to get me soaring up that high with lust, that at this moment I don't care how, I just want to have him in all kinds of outrageous lewd ways and positions that is almost frightening to me. I can barely recognize myself. I won't get to sleep a wink tonight beside him, not after I just experienced the most sexually charged episode I have ever had in my entire young life.

The logical side of my brain knew from the beginning that he would still desire me even without my powers active. But then he made sure to be persuasive to that extent, that I don't even know anymore why I thought avoiding sex with him would be a great idea in the first place.

While the sexual pleasures between Prom and me have been incredible so far, all those few experiences definitely pale in comparison to the heady potential of the pleasures we are going to have from now on. Because compared to before, Prom now definitely knows what he's doing.

And it clearly shows.

He and I have never ever come that close to the madness that actually transpired between the two of us today. Now I can see, that before this, we've only played around, being curious and horny like the teenagers that we weren't allowed to be when we were younger. Everything so far has of course always been intense between us, yes, but I realize only now that at that time we were involved at a more innocent level. A beginners level so to speak, where we've only just begun to discover each others sexuality and where we only started to experiment with the lust amplifying aphrodisiac that my alien powers provided to us.

But the true frighteningly potent question now is, will I be able to handle this high level of insanity and intensity every single time when we make love?

Deep sweet heaven, I desperately hope so ... It's scandalous how badly I want, no, NEED to have him. Prom made me lose all the control I had over myself. And this time there was no alien power to interfere with my judgement.

His new self is so confidently sensual, sexually provoking and so deeply captivating, on a level that I would never had believed this to be possible for him.

I'm positively shocked out of my shell. And I'll probably stay this way for a long time.

All the things he just did to me .. and the things he just said to me ... his new mature looks, his entire presence today ...

From the moment I first laid my eyes on him today ... I've fallen for him all over again and again. Hard. I honestly didn't know, that true love can have that many different layers and hues and shades and facets of intensity. It's only now that I begin to fathom the sheer magnitude of this kind of love between us.

Forget the almost immature desire that I had felt for him until today. The glimpse that I just saw in him, made me realize, how awfully inexperienced and clueless about sex in general I am.

Prom's bold attitude today in bed speaks of fortitude, self-control and serious knowledge, and I'm in a sexual frenzy because of it. Having now ongoing pangs of hunger to explore the entire range of his expertise. If it makes any sense, I'm already addicted to the pleasures he has yet to introduce me to.

And the most shocking revelation for me was, that for the first time in my life I need Prom to claim me.

I still remember the moments, which he and I shared inside the caravan of Wiz' Ranch, on the night before hunting Behemoth. The incredible feeling of those tendrils of energy stroking places inside of me I never knew I had. When Prom willed those tendrils to massage the entire inner area of my anus, touching my pleasure gland relentlessly, the idea of having Prom properly satisfying my urges from the inside has never ever crossed my mind back then.

But today, oh God help me, after today ... I feel this sudden growing thirst overcoming my brain, overwhelming all my senses to have his gorgeous cock, which was thrusting against mine so ardently only minutes before, to pierce me inside over and over until I pass away from the mind-shattering climax.

This mad wish I have now, to be on the receiving end, has never happened to me before and I don't know how to deal with my new insight.

Is it because Prom has changed that much?

Is it because of the sad events this morning, because I feel vulnerable inside and need him to posess me in that way to feel protected and safe ... ?

Whatever it is, I'm desperate to explore it. I can't properly describe how much I love this new side of him.

What a hot and unexpected surprise this turned out to be.

Prom is absolutely breathtaking. From the moment he appeared before my eyes I started to feel ... unworthy. It's foolish to feel that way, I know. But I can't help myself from feeling in such a way, because he appeared before my eyes at the most crucial moment of my life.

He came back to me with a big bang, suddenly turning my whole world as I knew it one hundred and eighty degrees completely over its own head.

He is my salvation.

My eternal soulmate.

I love him. Deeply. Madly.

Now that I've somewhat made some sense out of my jumbled thoughts and emotions, I lift my hands up to rub over my still hot face, the skin on my forehead damp with sweat, my face flushed red from the maddening arousal still swirling inside my groin. I can't stop thinking about how damn intense it felt when Prom pressed his finger firmly against the slit of my cock ... it was such a huge turn on, I could have ejaculated all over his hand alone from the strong pressure he kept there ... I wish he hadn't stopped. Even my lips are tingling nonstop from the forceful and consuming kisses he gave me.

The way how he takes charge, being fierce, driving me delirious with his demands and making my mind spin with such an inflaming need to feel his hot hardness inside me. Damn .. there is this throbbing lust in my groin that will forever haunt me, burn me, destroy me if I'm not allowed to relieve this unresolved sexual tension between us very soon.

I don't know what to do. I'm just too awe-struck.

Is this how Prom always felt when I took charge back then?

It's honestly such a heady feeling to submit to your lover, to submit and forget yourself fully into those delicious sensations he induces.

There is now only one focused string of ongoing thoughts that my brain is capable of to produce.

And they all share the same theme and name:

Sex.

It's all that I want.

It's all that I can think about right now.

Prom ...

I feel like I'm drowning in my own pool of carnal, lascivious and never ending erotic thoughts of him.

Only, that thoughts alone won't satisfy my hunger for him, at all.

I really need to do something ...

I'm still lying here on the soft bed in the same position he has left me, after having been thoroughly kissed and seduced and dry-fucked into the mattress by him.

By God, I'm so heavily aroused and bone-deep horny at the moment, that I feel like I could claw my eyes out if I knew it would help to calm me down.

It's too hot in here.

Or is it just me?

I finally push my trousers and briefs down along my thighs to free my screaming erection.

Prom has strictly prohibited me from touching myself, but I feel as if I'm about to lose control over my sex-muddled brain for good if I don't do something about the raging desire boiling in my blood.

As I look down at my erect penis springing finally free, the excited damp head an angry red, the strained, darker shades of my veins a stark contrast to my paler skin, I see the entire flesh pulsing and twitching impatiently before my eyes. This is the first time that I see my engorged organ this agitated with sexual excitement.

Gods... the room is too hot, the yearning for Prom's touch too strong. I'm about to burst.

The tempting image of stroking myself right now is making me groan outloud, being simply too sensitive to any kind of visual stimulation. The images in my head making me gasp greedily for air, my hands clawing desperately at the soft sheets under me.

With my hunger for a much needed orgasm still insatiated, I punch in utter frustration the soft bed under me, cursing inwardly. I'm breathing out a sigh of utter despair as I glance up at the cave ceiling as if it would grace me with sudden enlightening answers.

I'm honestly debating with myself about breaking Prom's new rules, asking myself if he would be able to trace back the fact of me having touched myself only a tiny little small bit, before he comes back.

Now that he's gone to take a bath outside by the waterfalls, I might have some spare time to get some much needed relief. I feel so tempted to pleasure myself... but I shouldn't.

I'm moaning in desmay, my trembling hands are already sneaking along the trembling, rippling muscles of my slender body, in the end being too weak to resist temptation, caressing with the tip of my fingers over the huge amount of wet puddles of precum which have spilled all over my lower abdomen in thrilling circles. They are a definite proof of my mad desire for Prom. I'm playing with the lubricating liquid inbetween my fingers, smearing the sticky substance in my hand as the urge to push my finger up inside me is growing stronger by the second.

Damn ... I'm just too delirious and frantic with lust for now to heed Prom's orders. I can't hold myself back anymore or I'll black out from the sheer need.

With my middle finger now fully coated with drops of my precum, I lift my hips up to reach behind me, curiously pushing the tip of my finger slowly inside the tight ring of muscles.

When I see that it doesn't hurt as much as I first expected, I grow too impatient for a slow exploration and I just push the entire finger fully in, until I feel the knuckles of my hand meeting my now streched opening from the outside. With an impatient groan I curl it slightly up, probing around, and then I cry out a keen moan in ecstasy when it rubs over my gland for the first time.

Heaven yes... this what I need!

Taking some much needed air I start to feel really hot everywhere, I adjust my position to make more room for my wrist to move in thrusting motions.

And then I hit my sensitive gland again, again ... groaning lowly in my throat, my entire groin area aflame in a much deeper awakened pleasure.

Oh my God … This feeling is exactly what I want to share with Prom right now. I just know that with him it will feel even better!

This is what my body and mind is demanding with every fiber of my being … please ...

Pumping now my finger inside and out, faster, experimenting with shorter but harder thrusts, I'm starting to breathe harder, moans of ecstasy growing louder, and I really hope that Prom can't hear me out there because I can't keep silent at all. Heaven, I just can't believe how horny this makes me. Had I known before how incredibly good this feels, I would have done this a whole lot sooner. It doesn't take long for my hot blood to boil over with the strength of my impending orgasm, panting, breathing harshly through my nose, anticipating to reach the shattering climax soon … Soon. Any second now ...

So I speed up my ministrations, adding a second finger, never failing to hit and rub that special place that makes me go wild to feel even more.

I'm already dizzy from the searing pleasure wrecking my body, grunts of ecstasy reverberating inside this place as I gasp for air, getting higher, much higher, needing to feel more.

But I still feel my intense climax only approaching, holding it, but never reaching beyond.

I keep this ambrosial insanity going for many, long minutes, and only after do I finally realize that without touching my engorged cock I won't reach an orgasm at all.

This is even better! I'm thrilled! I'm shocked with lust! I'm beyond excited, because this means this maddening pleasure won't stop any time soon.

So I spread my legs further apart, as far as my trousers allow, and continue to stroke against that spot inside me like a mad man, thirsty and simultaneously drunk on thoughts of Prom and myself having sex in all kinds of positions here on this bed that are borderline obscene as they are beautiful to watch. It makes me see stars, it makes me sob with this heavy longing of 'something' that I badly crave to experience, and suddenly the pleasure keeps growing a notch and going on and on ... the inner visual feedback in my head has long grown completely explicit in my helpless yearning for Prom, the images much more detailed and outrageous than I would have ever had the courage to imagine under normal circumstances without getting absolutely ashamed of myself.

It's the first time for me to actually have fallen that deep into such delirious sexual arousal while pleasuring myself.

The experience is staggering!

I don't know how many more minutes I literally torture myself with this immense rocking pleasures, never reaching the orgasm that I badly crave, but neither daring to actually stroke my cock to cum without Prom here by my side.

And then my wrist starts to grow tired, hurting quite a bit, and I sigh out in disappointment at needing to stop here, only rubbing a few times longer with my curled finger on my over-sensitive spot to squeeze as much pleasure out of it as possible.

I halt the movements of my hand completely, almost wheezing my inhales and exhales in and out from the exertion and sounding like an old man already.

I usually don't like to swear, but … holy fuck.

I just have no room for proper thoughts inside of me after experiencing that.

A wince escapes me when I pull my fingers out, feeling strangely empty now. The almost abused ring of my anus clenches and unclenches itself on and off and this feels so damn erotic. As I catch my breath, I'm lifting my hand up to look at my finger's glistening surface, wishing I could have something longer and thicker with proper lubrication around here to use.

What I just got to feel is world-shattering to me ... the lower half of my spine is burning up, buzzing and tingling pleasurably with the strongest shocks of ecstasy I've ever felt that it's bordering on painful, my erect arousal straining up to its limit and pulsing with inner heat, demanding for release now that the constant imput of pleasures have stopped so sudden.

And then, with a shock of something very, very intense, I can't help but bend backwards with a raw cry of need, feeling absolutely hot all over, a swirling liquid heat starts blazing up inside my anus, even without touching myself I feel now on the brink of fainting, an unknown energy flowing through my spine that makes me fear of passing out!

Oh hell ... what have I done? What is happening to me?

But as soon as I fear to lose my mind, it's already over.

My heart is racing from what I just felt to be something resembling a hundred orgasms at once without spilling any of my seed, if possible my cock even more erect and hungry as before.

Gods ... my body has now grown very heavy and much hotter, and I become aware that my plan to find just a little tiny bit of relief just backfired on me.

I didn't think it possible, but now I crave even more intensly for Prom.

So this might be the reason why he prohibited to touch myself in any way.

Hell.

It's just not fair ...

I'm sure that Prom is taking care of his own needs right at this moment, while I have to wait out until my eager erection does abate on its own, which seems to be impossible in my current state of aroused body and mind.

With a craving whine for Prom's touch, I roll over on my stomach, still breathing heavily, sweating, sighing out in bliss when the cool sheets under me slide over my painfully hard erection, soothing the heat a little that I can feel focused there.

Shifting my feverish gaze at the empty side of our bed, just thinking about Prom and me sleeping next to each other, night after night, is driving me crazy ...

My arm reaches forward to caress full of yearning over what would be his bed side. I absolutely can't wait for us to have sex again. My whole brain has melted into an outrageous puddle of pure unadulterated lust. I'm entirely focused only on sex and sex only. Having truly gone too far now to become ashamed again about this fact anymore.

I close my eyes tightly, my whole body shivering despite feeling too hot. Having this insistent urge for completion screaming in my blood. All my instincts and desires wound up to the highest pitch, running rampant in my head. And it's a damn shame I'm not allowed to do anything serious about it. Who knows what will happen to me if I actually climax without Prom being here... I begin to seriously fear for my life if I were to experience such mind-boggling, painful orgasms from the depths of my spine once more.

What I don't understand is, wasn't the release of an orgasm the important moment when life force is released and exchanged, and in my case absorbed by my alien powers?

So ... if I'm not allowed to touch myself, nor to reach my climax, what exactly is Prom up to?

Torture ... ?!

What kind of purpose does all of this serve in the end ... ?

Well ... why don't I try to find out?

A sly smile appears slowly on my lips.

Just you wait, Prom.

I can fight with the same weapons as you do.

If I can't have what I want now, I'll get it with other means soon.

I lift my upper body up to a sitting position to completely undress myself, folding my new t-shirt, the trousers and my socks up with shaking hands, and then I stand up on my trembling feet, as naked as God has created me, to place them on the chair I previously sat on.

Prom has all these soft rugs placed around the bed, and I feel so glad to feel warmth under my feet as I tiptoe quickly back on the bed and position myself to lie again on my stomach. The dizziness of the sheer sexual need makes the room around me spin. I stretch out all my limbs on the bed like a cat, before I move to lie down in what I hope to be a very erotic pose, making sure to bend one knee and stretch my legs wide apart. For Prom to have the best view possible of my entire exposed and aroused lower half when he comes back.

Now I only need to wait for him to enjoy the sight. And most probably seducing him into a round or two of blazing sex.

Several minutes pass me by ... hearing the water outside as it is lapping in soothing motions against the cave walls

It's almost too hot in here ... but still ... very, very comfortable. The mattress and blankets under me so soft, so fluffy, that I'm not really aware, despite my raging hard on, how in a matter of seconds I quickly fall asleep on the cushy pillows and sheets spread all around me.

...

A low, dark chuckle close to my ear is waking me up from my light slumber.

I hear Prom whisper to me softly: "I have to admit, you were always good at playing to the gallery and be the center of everyones interest. But ... I never expected to be welcomed back by such a compelling sight."

Prom's breaths are tickling the fine hairs against the side of my face, which immediately makes me alert and focused to my surroundings. I feel his lips nibbling my ear when he's asking huskily: "... you possibly wouldn't have been up and about to ensnare me on purpose, ... or have you?"

I shift a little, to find a better position for my painfully hard cock, which is momentarily trapped between my belly and the blankets. The moment he woke me up I've gone from half-hard instantly to fully erect again.

"Noct ... let me tell you ... you are so incredibly beautiful ... and sexually provoking. " He whispers against the skin of my cheek, lips pursed to a soft, open-mouthed kiss that trails sideways to my earlobe, his wonderful palm only slightly tracing the lines of my nude figure downwards to my bottom and along tickling the upstanding fine hairs everywhere on my skin with his feather light touch.

He chuckles.

I think he definitely knows the kind of effect he has on me right now ...

Another tender whisper reaches me, his soft lips tracing the shell of my ear. "Days ... months ... years have gone by without you. And now that I have you finally by my side, I barely can't contain my emotions ... nor my hard earned restrains."

My lips are pressed together not to accidently make a sound, catching the first moan firmly in my throat at the arousing sensation of a lubed warm finger gliding down the crease inbetween my buttocks, to stroke the still sensitive entrance of my anus.

I can hear him gasping sharply in surprise, then a sound between a moan and a dangerous growl.

Oh hell ... he knows.

"I see ...", he murmurs in my ear, pushing the tip of his finger firmly deeper inside in rotating and small thrusting motions. The lure to push my bottom to meet his slight circling thrusts is maddening.

There is this sexy, soft groan from him just when I feel his head turning sideways to look down at his thrusting finger.

His soft voice sounds hoarse, the sight of his finger pumping inside and out of me probably turns him on a lot, I can tell from his heavy intakes and exhales of breath. But he also sounds definitely dangerous to me now when he says: "Maybe my ability to recall past events have become bad over time. But say, Noct, have I only imagined having imposed over you a ban of touching yourself?"

Well, shit.

I gulp hard, clutching the pillows under my head tighter, fighting against the urge to finger-fuck myself on his hand.

"I've gotten older Noct, but not that old to forget what I said to you.", he says, now sounding darkly amused, all the while the rotating movements of his fingers intensify and I open my mouth wide to a silent scream of sheer pleasure rocking my bones. I don't know how he is doing this, but hell, I would do anything for him to keep doing whatever he does to me!

„Prom!"

When I fingered myself there before, it wasn't nearly as carnal as it feels now with his hand.

I feel his smiling lips back on my ear, then he sighs softly.

"The sight of you coming apart with pleasure is so arousing to me ... such strong ecstasy suits you so well, makes you even more sensual than you already are to me."

Now I can't help a loud whimper of want escaping, his fingers suddenly curling up and starting to fuck me against that already oversensitive gland with fervor. And then he already adds another finger to his thrusts when he realizes how loose my eager channel already is. Holy heaven, I want to lift my hips up so damn badly to feel him even deeper! But he holds my bottom firmly down on the bed.

"So tell me, Noct, ... what did you do, while I diligently meditated outside to get rid of my brick-breaking hard rod I had on me, without jerking off even once, all because of you?"

The flat of his tongue is following a wet and hot path down to my throat and neck and then he nibbles on a sensitive spot not so gently, his own desire palpable against my skin.

Hell, I can only push myself back into him as far as my hips do allow, my breaths harsh against the surface of my pillow.

"Image, now all my hard work to calm myself down was in vain.", he whispers huskily, his voice sounding reprimanding. „It's even worse now."

Prom shifts his body to lie fully down on my burning skin and another craving moan comes out of my already slack mouth, because his warmth is covering up my entire back and his gorgeous heavy and hard arousal is pressed tightly against one side of my bottom.

"Do you feel this?", he asks demandingly, pushing his groin harder on me.

I give a weak nod of my head, biting my lip in sexual rapture at the feeling of his cock against my bottom and then crying out in bliss from the ongoing massaging fingers inside of me.

"Good.", he growls. "Because it's your fault now that I'm brick-breaking hard again."

He lets me feel his entire naked glory when he lifts his leg over mine. And if his lubed fingers wouldn't torture me that pleasurably right now, I would have long turned around to drink in the sight of his nude and more mature body. I want to properly face him, I want to touch him!

But he denies my movements by holding me down, asking me teasingly: "Surely you have figured out the most practical solution for my unfortunate condition by now?"

His naked body feels absolutely amazing as he rotates his hips and fingers at the same pace, pushing me further into the soft mattress under me with each further thrust. I almost scream when his free hand is cupping my testicles with a swift grip from behind, which hang heavy like ripe apricots from arousal inside his palm now, and he starts squeezing and playing them like an instrument, between hard, fast and almost violent pumps of his fingers against my gland simultaneously.

I can't breathe! Please, more! The intense shocks of ecstasy are entirely robbing me of any rational thought and even with his blazing hot touches now I still don't reach the climax that I badly crave!

The flat of his tongue is joining the lustful torture, thoroughly licking the light sheen of my fresh sweat along my spine away, spreading his saliva on my skin as if marking me over every spot where his tongue is licking and lips sucking on me.

"Prom ... -please-, I need to ... Gods! " It doesn't take me long at all to start begging for release. My own masturbation session before has made everything else that is following after already worse and unbearable with this potent scorching heat! I need to find completion! "Please ..."

I press myself up to him with a keen groan, my arms rising up to hold onto the fluffy pillows above for my dear life, trying to make him understand how much I need him! That I need to feel his cock inside of me right now! Or else I die!

But then, in a sudden, swift motion, Prom shifts away and removes his body heat from me, leaving me to feel absolutely empty inside. I hear myself breathe heavily as if I've run thousands of miles, completely and utterly sexually aroused and unsatisfied.

Gods, no.

Not this time.

I won't tolerate him doing this to me again.

I instantly turn my head to the other side, meeting his intense gaze at once and I narrow my eyes at him, fighting for breath to speak out my ardent desire.

"My cock is about to explode if I don't get to climax soon." I inform him with clear intent. Knowing he'll get my hint without any more explanation.

"I know.", he says, a mischievous expression plastered on his beautiful face and I find myself to badly needing to kiss it away.

"I warn you, finish what you started." I growl back at him in a raspy, breathless voice when I see that he doesn't make a move. My cock killing me.

Gods, I swear if he doesn't continue I'll die from all the build up sexual tension focused in my ass!

This time I'm priviledged to watch his breathtaking face as a low and sexy chuckle escapes his soft looking lips. "Nope. Not yet. I need to bring you higher..."

Higher? What does he mean?

With a frustrated grunt I heavily lift and turn myself around on my back to take some relief from the slightly cooler air around me, throwing an arm over my eyes in my desperation to hide my flushed face and the begging look in my eyes from him. "Stop sounding so mysterious. Holy hell ... just what exactly are you doing to me? You are killing my male bits off ..."

"I know.", is his only humorous answer.

"Why all of this?" I need to clear my throat to get my next words out, sounding raspy to my ears. "To what end?"

"Heh, haven't you figured this out yet?", his damnable bright blue eyes flash amused at me.

I snort a dry laugh. "For real? Prom, forgive me when I find myself in all respects incapable to think clearly. Just in case you haven't noticed, my brain decided to wobble downwards to occupy the quite spacious head of my engorged cock, which by the way is badly hurting to find release, all thanks to you by the way. This makes my skull-brain go out of commission. 'Prom' and 'sex', in a repeating cycle of maddening strings of perverted thoughts, are the only words that my cock-brain is able to ejaculate forth at this moment. It's absolutely crazy! I'm so madly in lust with you Prom! My brain can't stop fantasizing about us fucking each other raw all over this bed. Hell, I want you so damn much right now I don't even care what we do as long as we find release!"

Prom laughs in such a gorgeous way, saying one more time: "I know."

Damn it all to hell, even his soft laughter is turning me on so much! Everything tingles and burns in all the right places, and I just want to reach out to him to make him mine...

"I swear to all that is precious to me Prompto Argentum, if you utter one more time 'I know' at me, I'll stop honoring whatever purpose you have for torturing me to such lengths and I'm going to fuck you several times over straight into this spacious bed of youres, until you don't know where up and down is anymore! By Etro, so help me.", I growl at him in warning, trembling hands clentched into the blankets as if they could convince Prom to finally relieve me of my hunger for his cock.

Another soft laughter from him reaches my ears and I shift my position to the side to fully face him, hissing a little from the pleasurable friction when my heavy hardness slides against the cool sheets. My threat seems to do nothing to deter Prom from his intent, instead he looks like if he's thoroughly enjoying himself to watch me coming apart with fierce desire and longing for him in front of his eyes.

Since when did he turn into such a sadist?

I narrow my eyes to slits, and ask in disgruntelment: "Who are you really? Where is my Prom?"

He lifts his hand to hide the sudden snorting laughter behind it, his eyes twinkling at me with humor. The look in his eyes flirting and teasing and so incredibly attractive.

Stop being so alluring, damn it!

Then I follow his movements as he makes himself comfortable, matching my position in bed with his slender but strong looking legs to face me on the opposite side, not leaving much room between us on purpose. If I wanted I could just reach out and pull him towards me to kiss the hell out of his beautiful smiling lips.

"Noct, you hurt me. Have I really changed that much?... I hadn't noticed."

A chuckle.

I narrow my eyes even further.

I can't tell if he is mocking me or being serious. "Cut it out. This has something to do with awakening my powers, am I right? While touching myself earlier I felt a strong flow of sexual energy shoot up from my spine, I'm not ignorant of what is happening to me. But please, tell me this insanity won't go on for another hour, or else you can say to my sentient brain farewell forever."

Prom smirks in a sexy way and waggling his eyebrows at me. "It's actually interesting you mention that. I remember you saying once that we wouldn't need a brain to enjoy sex."

Despite my sexual frustration I hear myself laughing outlout. "Damn, you are really good. You didn't forget that one, did you?"

"Nope, I didn't." He has the audacity to stick his tongue out at me.

At the alluring sight of his agile tongue wiggling at me, I can't stop the instant yearning moan which comes out of my throat. Yearning to have a good taste of his tongue against my own again. Those kisses before were amazing, but clearly not enough. Despite the fun banter between us I'm on the verge to just jump right on him and take what I so fiercly desire. A desire that is thankfully mutual, judging by his erect and quite tempting penis which is very close to my hand ... so very, very close.

My fingers twitch and I swallow down my vicious urge to touch him.

To distract myself, I say to him in warning: "You better stick your tongue back in to where it belongs. Or else I'll find other, more interesting places for you to stick it into."

„Hmmn... you give me interesting ideas. Thank you." The old Prom would have been surprised, but this new version of him is only smiling serenely, strangely reminding me of his older brother Dius, while replying: "Frustrated much? Hn, yes, that's good. We need more of that. But you're still able to talk, so obviously I'll need to step up my efforts to make you completely unable to think coherently."

I prop up my elbow on the pillow to support my head with my hand, sounding confident but feeling anything but when I say: "I think you're going to fail. After the things you did to me already, it can't get more insane than what I had to endure today. And you see me still talking and thinking straight, so …", I'm grinning confidently.

He lifts his hand up to look at his perfectly manicured fingernails, blowing fake air at them as if in the process of polishing them. "Heh ... Noct, I definitely think you underestimate me. You don't have a clue yet of what I'm really capable off."

"It takes proof to convince me of that, not talking." I growl at him huskily, the arousal flaming up again as I dare him to show what he's got, the growing anticipation making me heavily hot and bothered again.

I swallow hard when Prom's eyes are slowly caressing my entire body up and just as he reaches my hard cock I feel it twitch as if in greeting. What a traitor. And then he shifts his blatant stares of desire upwards to intently look back into my eyes, and by God ... my whole body does tremble with heady thrills of lust when he whispers softly, almost too soft for me to hear: "Turn back on your stomach."

Hoping that we will finally get down to the juicy parts, I watch impatiently how he lifts himself up to a sitting position and I find it very hard not to stare for a long moment with longing at his nether regions.

Seeing his nude-shaved, heavy erection bouncing with every slight movement he makes, is stimulating my own cock beyond bounds. I personally never liked on men when their penis fully enveloped by pubic hair. Of course, everyone has their own tastes. But Prom's male member is exactly what I like, what I love about his groin area. The pale-pink complexion of his entire length and the shaved area around it, only a small patch of golden trimmed hair above the base, give him a very clean and a very tasty look. The slightly curved shape and the attractive fully round engorged head is absolutely perfect for my tastes. I would say he's slightly bigger and longer than the avarage size. Just gorgeous. Honestly, on a delectable looking cock like his, I could lick and suck on for hours, every day, all years long, as I know from previous experience how smooth he feels and how clean and good he tastes inside my mouth every time.

But today, I want to have this dazzling looking cock thrusting inside of me so badly ...

From the look in his eyes he seems to have a good guess of what I'm thinking about.

Prom is ... simply too beautiful for words, everything about his more mature and confident self is too much for me to bear.

If he noticed my yearning gaze at his genitals, he doesn't comment on it.

What in the world have I turned into? I'm obsessed with continuous, insistent thoughts of sex right now.

What is happening to me? This surely can't be healthy.

Giving another shudder of anticipation, I turn back to lie on my stomach.

I feel the bed dipping and moving when Prom is sliding down from it. Not long after, I feel the bed dip again with his weight.

I can hear something, a bottle maybe, being opened with squeeking sounds of turning motions.

When something wet and cool is dribbling over my back I give a startle and a small yelp from the cold.

Hands start to caress the naked skin of my back in tender motions, trailing and simultaneously spreading the oily substance along my spine and a delightful groan comes out of me, letting Prom know that I love what he does. I hadn't had a massage in a long time and after all the strainful events this morning his magical hands are godsend in addition to deeply arousing to me.

The oil he's using is smelling of musky sandalwood and citrus and I groan out again when the heady fragrance is reaching my nostrils.

Unconsciously I let out a prolonged purr when his skilled fingers press against some sensitive spots. This is pure Heaven.

His hands disappear for a moment and not a second after I hear him rubbing some more of the slippery liquid on his hands before they come back to slide over the defined contours of my back. Those amazing hands take their time, spoiling me, as if memorizing every chiseled definition of the muscles beneath them.

After some minutes of glorious massage that makes my limbs go completely slack with relaxation, the palm of his hands take another tour, this time downwards, over the indentation in my lower back just above my taut buttocks and he draws a low sound of pleasure out of me when he resumes and focuses the massage directly on my firm butt.

Every inch of my skin and flesh and muscle near my anus is such an erogenous place today that it doesn't take long for me to pant heavy moans and breaths out against the pillow, my eyes having already closed off without me noticing to enjoy the madly exciting sensations.

And then I give a jolt of surprise when I feel the bed around me dipping down again, as one of his bare legs comes to lie on the other side of my body and then I get to feel his entire naked and erect nether regions sitting snugly and comfortably on the small space inbetween my upper legs, where my taut buttcheeks begin to mound. I can only groan in curiousity, pushing back to meet his groin, wondering if he's entering me soon as his soft testicles are nestling right against mine and my brain goes into overload mode. His warm, oily hands suddenly part my buttcheeks apart, his smooth, hot and slippery erect cock starts sliding along the crack in erotic motions up and down ... up and down ... the light thrusting and rubbing movements only managing to tease my mind with lewd images of proper intercourse between us, which makes me go absolutely mad under him already...

He stopps my writhing hips with his hands, then cupping my butt with spread fingers, the thumbs of his strong hands kneading in slow but firm circles along the crack, spreading my buttcheeks even wider apart and letting his cock slide over my anus once, twice, then pushing the head of his erection with more force against the stretched opening as his thrusts become stronger with each oily slide and I'm starting to groan keenly from deep of my belly when I feel his lubricated fingers pushing inside of me, resuming to finger-fuck me, electrifying every cell of my body again!

I can only sob now from all the sensual imput, the ecstasy now really starting to cloud my mind, everything he now does to me even more intense than it had felt before. The massage before, the scents surrounding us, the heat, his own groans, his teasing touches, his fingers inside, everything! And I can't help but push my bottom eagerly against his relentlessly thrusting fingers, needing to feel him deeper and more intense inside! He starts widening my opening in rotating motions again, adding a third or even fourth finger and doing the same insane circling motions with it, which make my head spin in unadultarated lust for him. I'm too far gone now, continuing to silently moan keenly against the sheets under me at the welcome insistent intrusion, breathing heavily, but at the same time feeling so deeply relaxed and sexually heavy in my body that I don't feel any discomfort at being stretched that wide by now.

Not even my own finger was able to reproduce the same blazing pleasure as he is able to evoke in my body right now.

„Hell ... Prom ... what are you doing to me? I'm melting... please, end this... more..."A whispery, lusty moan escapes me.

He turns my head to mush with all the following new sansations and I can only reward his efforts with constant groans of appreciation and of bliss. Then I feel him suddenly leaning forward, his upperbody upon mine while he's rubbing his entire oily skin all over my back. I can even feel his erect nipples teasing and stroking lightly over my skin with each one of his movements. It's so erotic! Even the tip of his hairstrands are tickling me and adding to the sexual stimulation, the sounds of his heavy breaths in my ear arousing me to no end and I squeeze my eyes tightly shut, not capable to compute all those simultaneous erotic impressions at the same time.

His soft and damp lips and his agile wet tongue follow after, and as he promised to me before, he starts to eat me up with the flat of his tongue on every spot that he can reach. And that's the moment where I feel myself literally floating up in the air a little bit, one of his further magic abilities that he revealed to me just now I guess, but I'm too mindless with arousal as to care how he's able to do this as he lifts my upper body only so much high up so that his arms can comfortably come around me to stroke all over my chest. He spreads the massage oil on my front as well. My back bends sensually towards him, holding my chest up as an invitation to touch me everywhere at once, and without hesitation his swift fingers are flicking and pinching on my hard nipples and I give a keen moan in response enjoying every spike of pleasure that I get out of his spicy caresses. Everything he does to me now is overwhelming my senses to the max.

The oily, hot and heavy cock nestling and rocking slowly inbetween my buttocks, the veins and the contours of his penis thrusting again and again against the sensitive entrance there and making my anus clench and unclench unpatiently against his flesh. His own chest is hovering just an inch over my back so that the tip of his nipples keep teasing my sensible skin periodically, his hands doing lustful things to the area of my chest. And his lips ... Gods his lips and tongue are suddenly reaching inside the shell of my ear, kissing, licking and sucking on my earlobe with abandon, and then he opens his mouth wide to suck my entire sensitive ear inside his wet heat and I buck up against him with a husky cry, feeling close to come.

„Prom... please...!" I whisper, my whole body and mind focused on his ministrations.

His breaths puff hotly and harshly against the damp skin of my ear while I push my bottom hungrily up to meet each one of those hard thrusts of his oily cock and suddenly an absolute animalistic need takes over me to get the maddening velvet tip of his arousal deep inside of me right now!

Needing, wanting, craving him to just fuck me into the mattress!

I'm sobbing from the fierce, carnal desire that I feel!

"Prom!", I openly beg now, I can't help it.

I'm writhing under him to intensify all sensations. All these excesses of impressions are too much, overloading my body, the urge to orgasm too strong now and before I know what is happening, he rubs himself fully over my back in a downward motion, his hands gripping my hips in an almost painful grip to restrict the movements of my hips completely, and then the flat of his wet tongue is suddenly lapping at my quivering entrance, then positioning the tip of it and pushing straight inside the loose ring of my hole!

Oh God, yes!

I'm literally screaming a hoarse cry out from the shocking painful bolts of lust, moaning his name continuously like I've never done before, while he's doing all these lecherous things, firmer and deeper inside with his slick tongue. He's spearing me apart in a wonderful way, touching the sensitive walls inside over and over, licking and sucking for a long, long time, over and over, sucking with his lips, flicking his tongue inside and out, piercing me with the tip of it in a simulation of what his cock would be doing to me and I start to feel how my mind is in the process of shutting down.

Only in passing do I realize how good I made Prom feel every time I did this to him. No wonder he was fainting the first time he climaxed from it. When one is as aroused as much as I am now, rimming becomes raw and absolutely hot! His flexible tongue knows exactly where to lick, to push, to thrust and to suck. His saliva and the oil serve as lubrication and I feel so damn good down there, so slippery and erotic whenever his tongue moves inside and around my anus. I never would have believed that I would love what he's doing to me to that extent ... holy hell ... I wish he would fuck me properly now, I just can't ride on these pleasures forever without any kind of release!

I groan in disappointment when I feel him pulling his tongue out, leaving me empty and wanting, my hole quivering for more. But before I can give a sound of protest, he comes back up to murmur breathlessly into my ear: "You taste divine..." And then all of a sudden he pushes the head of his cock inside, then out, then in, then out, again and again, penetrating and massaging my sensitive opening without fully entering. Only stretching the constricting muscles further to adapt to his size.

But alone the erotic feeling of his gorgeous, smooth and velvet erect head playing with my hole is making me groan and sob and I keep wishing for more of such evocative sensations! It feels as if he is testing the waters with me, as if asking with his rocking motions for permission to enter.

I can only push weakly back against him in response, too lost with passion to do or say anything else.

I don't know what to do with myself, not able to talk at all, when he finally lifts my trembling hips up with a strength I hadn't known he had, and thrusts his entire length slowly until it's fully inside. His hand sneaks immediately around me to hold tightly on the base of my cock.

Please no! I was just about to find release!

A lusty growl escapes me, pressing my forehead hard against the pillows under me and squeezing my eyes tightly shut from the sheer need to climax my brain out!

Sweet hell ... I can't stop sobbing, lost in the pleasure he gives me as he starts to thrust softly and then firmer and and deeper and then harder and sharper inside my stretched channel, feeling every single aroused vein of his and slight curve and buldge of his flesh rubbing against my inner walls, the side of his engorged head rubbing erotically again and again over my pleasure gland!

If I would be able to talk, I would beg for him to let me ejaculate in fountains, because I don't think I'm in any state to hold out any longer without losing my thread to reality.

As if to spite me, he slows down his movements, and instead starts to stroke my cock in a strong but leisure pace, slowly, very slowly, enough to make me wild but not enough to make me reach my much needed orgasm.

His other hand is reaching around me to pull me tightly towards his chest, his heavy aroused breaths tickling my ear as he whispers teasingly: "Have I promised too much? Let's see if you can still think clearly after I'm done with you ..."

"Aaaahnn ..."

I bite into my pillow, groaning deeply, because this new position, as he pushes me firmly into the blankets with our bodies pressed tightly together, allows for a much deeper and intimate penetration. My head starts seriously spinning as he continues to drive his cock in slow but long thrusts, rubbing in all the right places time and again, while his hand keeps pleasuring my painful erection in a steady but much too slow pace and making it impossible for me to be able to achieve any true satisfaction.

I feel so full and widely stretched, and the rotating movements of his hips are always on the verge of undoing me with their long and painfully gentle massage against my prostata. The only thing that I can do now is to grasp the pillows in front of me tightly, my hands trembling with newly awakened fierce need for him to claim me properly when a pleasure so strong again is rocking through me that I'm about to cry because of it! I can already feel tears burning behind my closed eyelids.

Gods ...this feels out of this world. What is he doing?

In my delirious state I hadn't noticed that he moves his thumb over the erect head of my cock as if writing something on it and I vaguely can hear him murmuring something in a foreign language that I'm not able to catch fully, and a fire so strong builds up inside my groin and inside my anus that I almost scream from the intense pain and pleasure when his hips start to thrust long, deep and this time hard and fast into me, almost being too fierce, his hand stroking me with swift and firm strokes and all of a sudden it's becoming too much, and too good, too painful, too mind-blowing, that I simply need to cry out his name when I feel the strongest orgasm taking me over that I've ever felt!

The ring of muscles around Prom's cock are spasming and clamping down on him from the most potent ecstasy heating up the bottom of my spine and amplifying the erotic friction still happening on my over-sensitive walls from the inside.

What's this? Am I dying?

Holy hell, I don't even have any time to catch my breath or enjoy the aftermath, because Prom does continue the penetration at a slow but firm pace yet again.

And now I feel myself starting to glow with what I think would be sexual energy.

The pain and pleasure of heat I can feel slithering up inside my spine is shooting way up to the top of my head!

Prom's soft testicles hit my bottom with every further maddening thrust of his hips. I'm barely conscious now of his hot oily hands now pinching my nipples between massaging my entire chest area, pulling me fiercly against him. The burning pleasure in my gut only growing but never ending. Only in passing am I aware that I didn't spill any seeds yet over the sheets. Realizing, that I just had my very first dry climax.

And just when everything becomes too much, again he quickens up his pace, his hand stroking with intent along the skin of my still engorged hardness, hips driving his slick cock deep and fast into me, and I hold my breath when another glorious, dry orgasm is overwhelming my body!

I can only cry at how amazing this feels! I just have no words for it...

I'm lost. Utterly lost into a sea of mind-blogging ecstasy.

What Prom does to me should not be possible to feel as a human being. It's too strong, too good, too pure.

I'm drunk on all the sexual pleasure I experience, and I just don't know what to do with my shaking hands when just in that moment I reach once again a strong climax without ejaculating any of my seed!

I'm simply blown away!

I didn't know that something like this could happen to men at all.

Again and again Prom follows the same formula, slowing down, as if focusing all his life energy, and then all of a sudden releasing everything of it inside of me, for when I reach an orgasm to be absorbed by my own slowly awakening alien force.

I can feel my powers slowly returning to me and the realization is only heightening my experience of lust! Over and over the same brain-melting pleasure! It's so pleasureable in fact, that with each release it starts to become too painful.

And heaven and hell, I don't want him to stop! Ever!

Sometime, after my tenth orgasm or so I stop to count, my brain shutting itself entirely down and surrendering to all the overwhelming sensations in my boiling body fluids.

Prom repeates his healing technique and I can feel him growing more and more tired with each orgasm that I reach.

The insane climaxes have long stopped being painful, instead I feel now a sudden shift in my heart.

A shift in the air around us as it starts to vibrate with something, no, with someone very powerful.

I can feel my inner power slowly taking charge over my mind.

And I welcome it with all I have, euphoria taking over me at the familiar feeling of its tendrils licking and reaching out to Prom.

My eyes burn up, tears blurring my vision, indicating that they have changed their color from gray-blue to a magical glowing red.

The carnal desire inside me suddenly spiking up tenfold, the need to be claimed by Prom slowly subsiding the more sexual energy my body takes in. It's strange to feel satiated in one way, but hungry in a completely different way!

To suddenly feel how my desire transforms into the mad need to claim him now back!

When another, mind-shattering orgasm is making me completely drunk on him from too much and too potent energy exchanged between us, I suddenly find myself being able to turn myself around and to pull my soulmate softly out of me, ceasing his healing penetration as my alien powers don't need them anymore.

Prom seems startled, trying to awaken from some kind of self-induced trance, absolutely shocked to see my glowing red eyes staring seducingly back at him and I'm not even surprised to hear my 'other' self, the personality which is currently fused with the consciousness of my alien power, communicating with him via telepathy: "My beloved, it's enough. Now it's your turn for pleasure. I want to reward you for giving me your gift of life."

Prom gives a shudder immediately after the fully awakend tendrils of power are fusing into his skin to search for his inner core. His lips open widely, crying out in sexual rapture. I can feel how madly aroused he was this entire time, without reaching his own climax even once. The healing and my pleasure the only precious thoughts in the forefront of his selfless mind...

His body and beautiful face still taut with tension and the hard earned need for self-control.

I smile up at him softly, finally understanding why he needed to tease and rile me sexually up so much before, my hands stroke the sides of his face in tender motions, sending him further thoughts full of love.

"Let go, my beloved. There is no need for you to hold back anymore.", I whisper gently.

I can see from the expression in his eyes how relieved he seems to be now and my gasp of pleasant surprise is instantly silenced as he literally throws himself at me and his eager lips meet mine in a passionate, raw tongue-kiss.

"Noct .. hell... ", he moans deeply against my hungry tongue, "Aaahnnn, yesss! Oh fuck! Please! Please hurry up, I need you so damn much it hurts!" he cries out his own hunger when my tendrils already make their way down to his sphincter to pierce inside and to prepare him for me.

It's like a barrier has been broken down completely, because Prom is not holding himself back anymore at all, reminding me blissfully at his old self, and only now do I understand the full extent of his strong control over himself. I can clearly taste the longing and yearning he had for me on his tongue as it is battling with my own for constant pleasures. The sheer need to make love to me is palpable from his blazing kisses, blatant from his clutching fingers that leave crescent trails of his nails all over my skin. I'm inflamed with his overwhelming love and lust for me, and it's only a matter of seconds until I get our positions reversed, the engorged head of my arousal already pushing inside his hot channel, claiming him back with all I have.

The strong intent of fullfilling all of his erotic desires readable in my eyes as they continue to drink in the beauty of his sensual form lying and writhing under me.

My inner power and I suddenly feel proud and are delighted at the intimate knowledge that such a strong, beautiful immortal being is our bonded mate for eternity.

We deeply wish to give back every single bolt of pleasure he gave us just minutes before.

"Noct! AHhhnnn! More...!"

We watch his beautiful face transform into a puddle of unadulterated sexual appetite as he throws his head deep into the sheets behind him, the grip of his hands on my bottom forcing my hips to move faster and we growl darkly at him in an almost possessive way when we lift his right leg up to penetrate his anus even more intense. We slam our groin with all the force that we have inside, but still careful of not hurting him, feeling spurned on by Prom's maddening cries and needs for carnal pleasures, knowing from his reactions where to aim and how hard to measure my forceful thrusts.

Prom's moans have long turned into harsh panting breaths, his nails scratch in electrifying trails our entire back when they dig painfully into our skin, but my inner force and I are so focused on giving our soulmate the highest ecstasy, that 'we' don't even care about any form of pain that we might feel right now.

My tendrils of power focus on all of his erogenous zones, stroking his cock, stroking his pleasure gland in the opposite pace as my erection does, the tendrils giving him the sensations of pinching his nipples and sucking on his neck simultaneously while my hands hold his hips tightly to keep my thrusts into him steady and firm and ardently carnal in their sexual intent.

I greedily watch how his back bends with a keen cry as I pull his hips higher to me and press his legs as wide apart to each side of his body as possible, changing our position to push my cock relentlessly into him from further above. He seems to love the new position very much, because I hear him whimper and whine in rapture whenever I pull out fully and push inside with measured but fierce movements, my aroused erection appearing and disappearing in erotic motions while the tendrils aid my arousal to always send and amplify the blazing heat on his sensitive bundle of nerves inside.

"Noct, I'm ... oh fuck!" My eager gaze is following the feverish movements of his trembling legs, his arms rised far above his head to grip the pillows there in a tight grip, his back bending backwards and his now glowing white eyes staring unfocused somewhere far, far away. And by God, I deeply, madly, badly enjoy watching him coming apart when he reaches his most violent climax before my very eyes in the most beautiful, sexual and sensual way I've ever had the pleasure to witness him. His seed are gushing out with force and spurting in long shots over his belly and chest and my hand goes straight down to stroke and milk his red, pulsing cock. I absolutely love the hot feel of his seed all over my hand and I can only greedily continue to watch how his writhing sexual figure under me seduces me as his arousal is shooting out more and more ejaculation over his perfect sculpted upper body.

Not able to hold myself back any longer, with a wild groan of need I bow my head down and start to lick off the milky white substance away from his skin, my sudden greed and possessiveness growing stronger the more I get to taste of his essence, feeling how even his seed transform themselves into energy as soon as they touch my tongue, and he moans in such rapture, pushing my head firmly towards him as the flat of my tongue hungrily spreads his wet essence around his nipples only to suck them dry shortly after.

"Oh hell ... Noct, this is so damn arousing, you don't know how much you turn me on right now ... just don't stop, please …"

Our eyes meet silently for a short moment. My glowing red eyes attempting to devour his entire being.

„As if I could ever stop now when I got a proper taste of you again..." I murmur breathlessly against his damp skin.

My trembling hands are caressing over the huge puddle of ejaculation and then continue to spread the sticky and sexy substance as if it were a lotion all over his body, and both of us groan out in delight, feeling connected in our growing sexual haze when our lips meet again and again in amazing kisses imbued fully with mindless desire.

And then I pull him up with me as I shift my body to the edge of our bed to put my feet down on the ground in a sitting position, and then I turn Prom around with his back facing me to push down his hips on my hungry and hard erection. I keep him steady as he spreads his legs wide apart to support his weight, his hands clutching and holding himself tightly on my strong thighs as I thrust high up with force while he pushes his hips down to meet me in a heady and fast pace.

My tendrils are once more focused all over his body, my lips kissing and tongue licking over his shoulder up to his sweaty neck and I take a deep breath of his fresh and clean scent mixed with the maddening musky and spicy scent of his seed spread over his skin. He supports his head on my shoulder, engaging me sideways into a lusty battle of hot tongues and one of my hands sneaks around him to pleasure his firm testicles and to stroke his beautiful cock to completion.

"I could do this all day and night to you .. you are so addicting ... I love making love to you .. I love you so madly ..." I murmur into his ear full of passion.

His face, neck and chest are all flushed red from sexual arousal, enhancing his beauty even more, his white glowing eyes glazed from the intense bond and ecstasy that we feel, and something inside his eyes is making me snap with overwhelming lust, because in that moment, I take a hold of him and throw him down on the bed. And then he shouts out hoarsly my name when I suddenly go down on him and take his entire tasty looking length into my mouth! I just need to eat all of him right now, I want to taste every inch of him, suck his brains out and fill the empty place with raw, unadulterated ecstasy instead!

"Ohmygodyes, this feels so damn good! Noct, I'm so close!"

My tongue is suddenly doing things to him that I never had thought to be possible, my fingers entering him from behind, piercing him in addition to my alien tentdrils to give him as much pleasure as possible.

"Noct!"

And without further warning he chokes out a keen cry, filling my mouth and throat up with another of his violent orgasms and I moan greedily around his cock, my red eyes never leaving his as I swallow down every single drop that comes out of him. His hands clutch my hair in an almost painful grip. But I don't care, not when I can read the utterly lost expression on his face from the fierce sensations around his quivering body.

„Gods … Noct.. I can't, this is too much … too good!" He whines, clawing with his fingers desperately around him to hold onto something.

And I eagerly take in the various erotic expressions playing inside his glowing eyes.

I don't fully understand yet what exactly happens between us today, but only one look into each others eyes and we know that this was not enough.

We know we both want and need more of it.

That both of us are completely insatiable and that we are going to make love and to fuck all evening and night long, until one of is passing out...

How I love him.

How badly I crave him.

Deeply.

Madly.

Prom belongs to me.

We belong together.

For eternity.

...

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To be continued.