Everything that Preston said and did made Eryx want more and more, and he wanted to give more and more. It felt so good to ride the Master’s cock, he couldn’t have described it. His body was hot, pleasure rocking through him in waves that made his muscles pulsate and his legs hold tighter. His movements were almost frantic by the time that Preston picked him up and spun them around, turning the tables. His wings bat in the night air a few quick times, shimmering in the mooonlight before flattening out against his back so that when he was laid down they were laid beneath him like a blanket, framing his nude body. The moment his skin touched the ground, his back arched and his hips bucked, desperate to keep helping; to get as much of Preston as he could. The things the other man said made him moan louder, and he could feel the both of them hanging right on the edge of climax. “Preston!” He called out, his tone erotic and the breath and squirming afterwards shower gleaming sweat on his skin and a debauched glow tousling his hair and his composure. He was drunk on the lust, already completely falling headfirst when the other man reached between them and touched him more. The moment his fingers found their target he writhed, shockwaves of pleasure rocking his body and making him pulse in time with Preston’s thrusts. “Oh fuck, fuck me– Preston! Preston! Please! You’re right, you are, you’re so right. Please, can I cum for you? Let me cum for you, please. I want you to cum for me too, please, I want to feel it.” Brave, Eryx propped himself up on his elbows so that he could bite down into Preston’s neck now too, returning the pleasure of the affection while sucking purple marks along his bare skin. Maybe he shouldn’t, but he wanted everyone to know how well he’d pleased Preston, just as much as Preston wanted everyone else to know how well he’d been fucked. “I need to cum, please. Let me cum with you.”
Preston braced himself against Eryx’s body, beginning to thrust impossibly faster, harder, faster still, still working him with his hand as well. Every word spilling from the faerie’s mouth set the Master’s mind alight, and for a moment he was certain he might actually combust. “That’s right, Eryx, say my fucking name! You’re such a perfect boy, so fucking good for me! You’re a dirty boy, you’re so fucking hot!” When Eryx began begging, his tone desperate and his breath coming in ragged bursts, Preston knew he was very, very close to getting exactly what he wanted, needed. Gripping the faerie’s hips, the succubus pounded into the other man with abandon, gripping so hard he was sure he’d leave bruises on those hips. Then, Eryx began to bite back, something Preston hadn’t ever had done to him before. The sensation was new, and so incredibly pleasurable he himself cried out, no longer able to hold himself back. “Fuck yes! Just like that, just. Like. Tha- Ooohhhh fuuuuuuuuck! Cum for me, Eryx. Cum for me right fucking now. I want to feel you cumming all over my fucking cock!” As he began to feel Eryx tightening around him, still pulsating as he hit that special, beautiful spot just inside of him, Preston cried out, his hips stuttering but never stopping as he continued to fuck the faerie through his own powerful, intense orgasm. “I’m cumming, Eryx! Oh, fuck I’m- I’m fucking- FUCK I’m fucking cumming! That’s right, you feel that? Fucking take it! Take every. Fucking. Drop!” Preston’s eyes nearly rolled back into his head as his body shook under the weight of a pent-up orgasm he’d been longing to unload. “Fuck, fuck, fu-” He panted, his hips finally slowing. Reaching forward, he slipped an arm behind the other man’s back, lifting him and bringing him up to rest against his chest, pressing soft kisses across his shoulders as he brushed the hair from the faerie’s eyes. “Good boy, good boy.” He reassured, holding Eryx tightly as he soothed him, coaxing him gently back down while his fingertips ran lightly over the faerie’s bare skin. Having fed and fucked, Preston was much, much, much more alive, and much more capable of controlling both himself and his power. Purposely, he began to send light amounts of pleasure (not more than a comforting tickle) through Eryx’s body, bringing him down as gently as possible while still allowing him to bask in the afterglow of what had just happened.