I’d known from the moment I first laid eyes on him: skinny men are skinny because all their resources are allocated elsewhere. If you get what I’m saying. Picking up what I’m putting down, and so on.
To put it bluntly, the mad sorcerer had a gigantic sorcerous cock!
The pressure at my entrance had me biting my lip; when it gave and something plunged in, I yelped. “Oh fuck!”
“Heya Cameron!,” a voice in my ear chirped. “Is something wrong?”
I groaned in annoyance, but that turned into a different sort of groan, so I covered my mouth. The hand on the back of my head assisted by driving my head into the pillow for a brief moment of suffocation, before I twisted my face, gasping. All while the pounding resonated through me, like my body was a drum.
A drum being played with zero mercy!
I cried out again at a particularly cruel thrust. “Cameron?” said the Lunatic Freak in my earpods. “I’m sending authorities to your room.”
“No?” The hand at back of my head released. And the rhythm - which had been building something quivering and seismic inside of me - stopped.
“I mean, yes! Keep going! Please!” Scarcely had I got the last word out before my head was shoved down again and the thrusting continued, with an added force that I assumed was annoyance. I’d have to annoy the mad sorcerer more often.
But before I could roll back my eyes and becomes entirely insensible, I remembered. ‘Lunatic Freak,’ I subvocalized. ‘Everything is perfectly fine, I just - ah, fuck. I’m just — AHHH! I’m busy right now. Okay? Thank you sir.’
Um. Hadn’t meant to subvocalize that part.
The thing inside me was building. I couldn’t concentrate any longer. ‘Lunatic Freak. Call off the authorities.’
“But it sounds like you’re being attacked! I’m picking up all sorts of noises through your EarPods.”
“Who do you belong to?” Someone else growled in my ear, hot breath tickling at my cheek.
“You!” I squeaked. I could hardly speak through my body’s twitching.
‘That’s it. I’m sending in a whole squadron.’
“Lunatic Freak!” I shouted in protest, and then I shouted for a different reason. One last hammer, up through the center of me, had done it. I twitched and flailed while the hand in my hair kept a painful hold, and then went limp like a dead fish.
“Fine,” said the voice. “Squadron cancelled.”
“Hm,” I answered happily. The onslaught had stopped, so sleepily, I rolled over.
And came face to face with a burning red eye. Really, I could not understand why the spaceship had given him that. “Lunatic Freak?” said the sorcerer, in a dangerous tone.
“Ahh…..did I say that out loud?” I tried to smile up at him, charmingly, but if anything his glower deepened. “Sorry, I, ah, had them in my ear -“
“They were trying to help me, and -“
Cold metal fingers plunged into my ear, plucking the pod, which was thrown at a wall. A second later, this act was repeated on my other ear with equally cold non-metal fingers.
“Why do you need help! You’ve never needed help before.” Behind the anger was a flicker of agitation. He still hadn’t rolled off me.
“I’ve needed help plenty of times!”
“You have?” He said in a soft, hurt voice, and then sat up. In quick movements, he left the bed and staggered, on his lopsided legs, to the bathroom. The sound of running water followed.
“Eh?” I said, sitting up as well. The afterglow still had me, and I was somewhat less willing to move. “What’s the matter? Did you need me to finish you with my mouth?”
In answer, the bathroom door slammed.
I flopped back down with a sigh. If the sorcerer’s bad temper had struck a few moments earlier, I’d have paid more attention to it, but as it was, I was drained. I wouldn’t be willing to move for a while
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