“But I do, darling. I feel your pleasure as if it were mine.”
Yet he was still careful, holding back. I must have looked small and fragile in his embrace, and his cock stretched me wide open like a grown man’s fist would have. I wished he’d possess me with abandon and show me the fury brewing in him.
“Deeper,” I said.
“Are you giving orders to your Lord and Master?”
“Yes. I am ordering you to fuck me deeper.”
He pulled out almost all the way, and then he slowly glided back into me.
“Like this, Passion?”
“Yes. Until I lose consciousness.”
“Strange dreams you dream, Rees.”
“They are all about you, my Lord.”
Again and again he impaled me with his slow thrusts. After a while, he raised my hips with his hands, pulling me up onto my knees. He held my lower half in the air effortlessly, using me until he spilled into my core. Then he lay over me, rolling his hips, his hands stroking along my sides, and I might have fainted for a short while, for when I woke, his cock jerked again, and he groaned into my ear with another completion, sending shivers down my spine. I was open wide, wet and slick inside, and every deep thrust of his cock was a soothing caress on my very core, a loving kiss to my bare soul. My hole overflowed with his cum, and it trickled out around his shaft. It ran between my ass cheeks, down over my balls. I didn’t peak; I didn’t need it. I lay submerged in his magic, in never-ending ecstasy, and maybe my mind failed to capture all the joy in my memory.
My muscles loosened entirely, and I couldn’t move of my own volition. When he turned us, bringing me with him, my limbs dragged over the bed limply, and my head lolled on his shoulder. He circled his hips gently a few times until he stilled inside me.
“Insatiable. You’re so full of my cum it’s leaking out around my cock.”
He ran his hand over my balls, my cock, and up my torso, smearing his seed over my skin. I shuddered. Yes, I was overfull with his cock, his cum, him… I was in paradise.
“Can you even hear me, Rees? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Unsure if I could speak, I turned my head and found his skin with my lips. I kissed where I could reach.
“Sleep, darling boy.”
In my dreams, he was everywhere. In my body, my mind, in my soul. He became my entire world.
I’d never known such happiness. During the days, I worked with Jona, learning everything there was to learn about the horses and her dogs. My strength only grew, and I could carry the heaviest burdens or drag the most stubborn mare out of her stall.
During the nights, he and I made love. Some evenings, he took me immediately. The door barely closed behind us, and he was already thrusting his hard cock into my body, telling me how much he missed me, how he needed to own me, promising to fill me with his cum everywhere, my ass, my mouth, my stomach… I often fell asleep with him inside me, only to wake up again from his cock moving in me anew, igniting my desire.
All the same, he was careful. Too careful. That was why I treasured the moments he changed for me, showing me his whole self. The greatest passion I’d ever felt was when he let his horns grow and lifted me in the air. He stood in the middle of the room and lowered my body onto his cock as if I weighed nothing. I held him by his horns, his tongue stealing my breath, and he fucked me like that until my cum sprayed out of my shaft like a fountain, drops of it landing all over the floor around us.
Submerged in ecstasy, blind with love… I was living in a dream.
Every once in a while, the fog of lust lifted for a moment, and I caught a glimpse of my reality. My happiness balanced on the tip of a knife. Sometimes, the power of my passion terrified me. With every second we spent joined, I became less of my own person. Sometimes, I felt he was turning me into an extension of him, and if he ever ordered me to leave, I’d decay like a severed limb. Sometimes, I lay awake at night, empty inside, carved out and hollow, as if he’d already taken everything from me…