"My goodness..." Miquella took a shaky breath as he stroked the member standing tall and proud in front of him, the sheer size of it making him shiver and drool. His gaze was hot, needy as he stared at the giant rod of his consort pulsating powerfully in his palms, making him even hornier.
Just the way it throbbed, no, thrashed in his hold made him weak. It was like a one eyed snake, and its "eye" was looking at him quite tauntingly. A quiet moan escaped him as beads of precum started rolling out, and he couldn't help but lean in to kiss them away, a muffled moan leaving him as the taste rolled on his tongue. He could get drunk on the taste.
His pretty lips were squashed around its crown, the lewd shape and texture making his own member come to life excitedly. He wasn't the one getting pleasured, but he loved every second of it. And from the looks, or rather, sounds of it, he wasn't the only one.
The pleasured rasps and hums Alistair, his beloved consort, let out only fueled his lust and determination to pleasure him further. Hands gripping tighter and going faster as he looked up at Alistair, as if asking for approval.
But his dear consort just smirked :"That's cute, love, but you should already know very well just a bit of handjob isn't going to do anything. So how about you show me what that cute mouth of yours can do other than acting like a brat?"
He nodded, not trusting what his voice would sound like. Aiming his mouth over the large member, he gathered his saliva and spat on it, providing easier movement for his hands and further pleasure to his husband. But the real fun began when he took in his dick for real.
The raw taste of it over his tongue pulled a high-pitched moan from him, making him shiver as he took it in further, trying to take in as much as he could, his tongue dancing around it every second of it. Whether it was to pleasure his lover or just to taste his raw, masculine taste, he didn't know at this point. He only knew that he needed more. Much more. Until the burning, the yearning in the pit of his stomach was quenched.
But to his disappointment, he could only take in four inches, six at max, before the gag reflex he was suppressing got to work. Causing him to whine sadly as he tried to take in more, even though his throat didn't allow further entry.
But before he could try even further, Alistair's gentle hand on his head and in his golden hair stopped him, his voice, although slightly breathless, comforting :"Shh, it's alright, baby, that's enough. Don't hurt yourself. Now just gently bob your head like I've taught you."
Again, he hated how much just his words affected his body. He instantly relaxed, and as embarrassed as it made him, his excitement made him barely care about it. Instead, his head began to bob back and forth, lips and tongue sliding against the thick shaft as he allowed Alistair's hand to guide his head.
The shaky inhales he heard from above were all the encouragement he needed to speed up. Not quieting his gags because he knew his lewd consort loved the sounds he made while choking on his outrageous dick.
His closed eyes opened, teary from the way his throat was getting expanded to embrace his consort's weapon in, and locked onto the half lidded eyes of the lover who was staring back at him. He was definitely an embarrassing sight, he was sure of it.
He, a demigod, an Empyrean one at that, slobbering on a giant dick like a cock hungry whore. He would have died of shame if it was before he met Alistair. But now, even though he would rather die than admit it, just the thought of his consort turning him on into such a mess excited him way too much.
But as embarrassed he was, he was sure that Alistair loved the view of him feasting on his dick. He would never take his eyes off of him, after all. The hand guiding his head pulled on his hair accidentally, and although Alistair whispered an apology, Miquella got an idea.
One that would probably make him scream in horror after his head was out of the clouds. But now, just the thought of it alone made him leak precum under the tunic and chest armor he was still wearing.
He shot a mischievous look at Alistair, making him raise an eyebrow, before Miquella grabbed both of his large hands and planted them at each side of his head. The way the Tarnished stiffened and gasped made him shiver :"Miquella... are you sure?"
They hadn't tried it before. Miquella wanted to go at his own pace, to learn carefully, while Alistair didn't want to accidentally hurt him. But he was far too horny, far too hungry for Alistair after hearing his considerate thoughts. If he wanted to save his chastity for an extra special time, how could Miquella have the heart to not reward him?
He pulled off of his member for a moment, gasping as he coughed a bit before looking up at his consort hungrily, with such a need it made him feel lightheaded :"Yes, please do it, my dear consort. Go on, use me to satisfy your lust. Please, give me everything you have."
Alistair didn't need any more encouragement. His hold tightened around his head before he pushed him down his member, causing Miquella to gag, letting the tears fall as he started fucking his mouth and throat with an intent.
Miquella held on to his muscular thighs for dear life as his throat was violated, barely managing to breath as Alistair swung his hips back and forth, fucking Miquella's throat like he wanted to breed it.
And from the look in his eyes, the golden femboy was pretty sure he wanted to do just that. The thought alone turned him on even further, if that was even possible. At this point, he felt like he could cum just from getting his face fucked by Alistair.
"So pretty." Alistair's words, let out through gritted teeth, instantly got his attention :"So fucking pretty with my dick down your throat, baby. You look even more gorgeous than usual slobbering all over my dick.
Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this? To just grab you by your beautiful hair and fuck that gorgeous face. You better be happy uncle Maliketh travels with us, because if he wasn't around, I would probably have my dick down your throat all day long."
The words excited him more than they should have. He moaned around his length as his back arched, just his words alone sending electricity down his spine and straight to his raging erection. The one that he couldn't ignore anymore.
One of his slender hands, still wet with spit, traveled down. Pushing up his clothes and pumping his own dick excitedly. The pleasure from both up and down made him moan loudly, causing Alistair to notice, much to his (delight) horror.
The feral grin on his handsome face made him shiver :"Aww, are you jerking off, honey? Heh, some Empyrean you are. Getting so fucking excited about getting face fucked? You're sluttier than a whore, love."
This time, as turned on as the words made him, they also made him frown. And before Alistair could apologize, in case he offended him, Miquella pulled away with a cough :"for... only for you." He panted, gaze scolding even though filled with hunger :"I only... ahem... get so excited... only for you. I'm ahem... only your whore. Just your slutty whore."
He would die of shame if he wasn't so cock drunk. But now, with how horny they were for each other, he knew he said the right thing from the way Alistair nearly growled through a smile :"Oh, you goddamn minx!"
He shoved himself down his throat suddenly again, making Miquella's eyes widen as he grinned lustfully :"You're goddamn right, Miquella! You're MY consort! MY slut! MY fucking whore, and you better remember that damn well!"
Miquella moaned loudly around him, impossibly horny, and he could swear each word Alistair let out only made his already fast approaching climax get nearer and nearer. The Tarnished easily noticed it, from the way he began to shake and the hand jerking his member accelerated :"Oh, are you going to cum? Then go ahead, let's cum together, love. Come on, come on!"
If not for the cum suddenly shooting down his throat, Miquella was pretty sure every living being in the vicinity would have heard his scream of a moan as he had a toe curling orgasm. The force behind his climax was strong enough to shoot it straight into Alistair's leg, who was far too busy with his own orgasm.
They rode off their highs slowly, before Alistair gently took out his still fully erect meat from Miquella's mouth. It was going to take a lot more than a single orgasm to calm him down, but he liked a moment to breathe.
But the gorgeous femboy's lips were locked around him, intent on taking in every drop of his precious seed. And if not for his will power, he would shoved himself right back down his throat at the sight of him swallowing his thick seed. And much to his pleasant surprise, he opened his mouth wide, lolling out his tongue, to reveal that every single drop was gone.
"Good boy." He smirked, caressing his face and loving how Miquella leaned into his touch. Gently, he led him down, laying Miquella on his back as he stood on top of him, confusing him :"A... Alistair, w-what are you doing?"
He was still breathless, how cute. Alistair's hand moved down to one of Miquella's wide hips and played with a fat cheek. His mischievous smile giving Miquella anything but a good feeling :"Well~, I was just thinking~, sure, I said I wouldn't fuck you until we get the other Sacred Tears, and I'm a man of my word.
But, as you can see, I'm... gifted in size. You wouldn't be able to just take it suddenly, when you're inexperienced. So I thought we should start training that sexy asshole of your for when we finally do it. So what do you think? Can you spread those sexy legs for me, gorgeous?"
That seductive look, that cheeky smirk, as if already knowing his answer, was just cheating. It made Miquella's blush and pout, but much to his embarrassment, caused his member to stand tall once again. He looked away when Alistair chuckled deeply, his voice quiet :"F-fine, do w-whatever you want, you lewd consort..."
"Don't mind if I do~."