Something blunt and thick pushed against his slick opening. His Master’s cock. Eridan gasped and pushed back.
“Ever so impatient,” Castien bit out before pushing slowly into him.
Eridan moaned, relief like no other hitting him as the emptiness inside him was finally filled. “Figures that you would criticize me even when you’re balls deep inside me, Master,” he managed, trying to sound normal and not at all like he was losing his mind from how good it felt. Castien’s cock felt unbelievably thick, stretching him to the limit. He wasn’t sure why he was surprised—it was as big as the rest of Castien’s body.
“I’m not balls deep yet,” Castien gritted out.
Oh fuck. That should have intimidated him, considering that he already felt like he could feel his Master’s cock in his stomach, but instead, it caused another gush of slick. He wanted it. He wanted everything his Master would give him.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, his Master bottomed out, the fabric of his slacks pressing against Eridan’s bare cheeks. Eridan moaned in bliss, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. It felt so good.
Castien pulled out and slammed back in.
Eridan cried out.
The rest was something of a blur. Eridan was only vaguely aware of how loud he was being—too loud and too eager—but he didn’t seem to be able to control himself, pushing back on his Master’s cock and whining when it hit something inside him just right.
Soon, there was only the obscene slick sounds of a cock moving in his hole as their bodies moved together, fast and hard, Eridan’s world narrowed to the cock inside him and the heavy, muscular man against his back fucking him so good, their bond pulsing with the sense of finally.
He lost himself to the sensation, his moans growing in volume as Castien’s thrusts became harder, faster, his cock brushing against that spot inside him over and over and over. He couldn’t—he couldn’t—
His Master’s hand wrapped around his cock and stroked.
The force of his orgasm caught him off-guard, making him shout as pleasure flooded him. Eridan threw his head back, toes curling, body shuddering and squeezing around the thick length in him as intense pleasure spread from his hole and his cock to the rest of his body, overwhelming his senses.
Castien’s grip on his hip tightened, his cock thrusting faster and faster, slamming into his pliant body until Castien went tense, his pleasure bleeding into Eridan and making him moan weakly again. Gods, it felt so good. He’d never felt better in his life.
Eridan had no idea how much time had passed when he finally opened his eyes.
The heavy body against his back was gone. Something sticky and cooling was running down his leg. Eridan flushed, realizing what it was. This was his Master’s semen leaking out of him. His Master had fucked him, no matter how surreal it now seemed.
It felt even more surreal when Eridan turned and found Castien looking impeccable, fully clothed, not a hair out of place. He stood by the window, looking at the darkening sky. “You should go to your room, Eridan.” His voice wasn’t cold, but it sounded strange. He wouldn’t look at Eridan.
If Eridan didn’t feel pleasantly sore, he would never believe that they’d just had sex.
“Right,” Eridan said awkwardly, pulling his pants up and trying to ignore the bodily fluids on his thighs. He could wash later.
Feeling decidedly off-balance, Eridan headed to his room.
Once there, he leaned against the door, blinking dazedly, his body still tingling all over.
What had they done?
What now?
Chapter Nineteen: Ill-advised
“His Grace is busy, Eridan. You can’t go in there!”
Eridan stopped and looked back at Irrene. “I’m his apprentice. His orders don’t apply to me.”
The woman looked between him and the closed door, clearly stressed, so Eridan took pity on her. “I will tell him you’re not to blame.”
The anxiety on Irrene’s face eased. She nodded, looking at him curiously. “I’m so glad you’re all right, Eridan. Your Master was very worried.”
Eridan shot her a skeptical look and marched toward the door, projecting confidence he didn’t really feel.
It had been four days since he’d last seen his Master.
The first few days Eridan had tried to rationalize Castien’s absence. He had told himself that Castien was likely busy working on how to keep his end of the deal with the rebels—or how not to. He told himself that if Castien was needed at the monastery, it would be simply impractical to travel back and forth between