rhapsode

indie gay fantasy smut/a little selective.

[rhapsodc]

hello folks,

I'm Vic, 30ish, go by he/him.

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[boysfromtheburbs]

Fawkes's laugh lit something up in Tyler's chest. Sure, he'd been giving the man's hole a beating all night, but there was a real fondness there for him. The blonde wasn't the kind of man to crack a quippy joke in the middle of sex for just anyone. And if the sex was average, at best, he wouldn't have been semi-joking about waking up to even more sex. Something told him that Fawkes would indulge him. There was a glint in his eye that told Tyler what kind of people pleaser he was. Tyler, too, had that same glint. He couldn't help but feel a little boastful, still able to make Fawkes melt from his thrusts, so many hours later. Most men would've gotten bored or just plain sick of the sensation. The fact that Fawkes was still entangled in their combined mess of sheets, practically hungry for more made him want to give the man all that he had. Really go out with a bang. Tyler accepted the kiss hungrily, pushing his tongue into Fawkes's mouth, gingerly holding him by the chin. "Has anyone ever told you you're so hot when you're speechless from dick?" Tyler's body followed the other man's, truly pinning him against the mattress with every bit of his weight. Hips lifted and slammed into his sloppy hole over and over again. "Fuck, baby, here it comes. Hngh, fourth or fifth times the fucking charm!" Tyler had lost count. All he could feel as the shuddering of his pelvis against Fawke's cheeks as he unloaded himself once more inside him, rope after rope of his load erupting from him.

[rhapsodc]

When Tyler announced it was coming, Fawkes could have already told it would happened. Their bodies had somehow got used to one another's and just like the bigger man moaned, the forth or fifth had the same tells as the previous ones. Clenching his hole as much as he could, considering how sensitive and loose it was, Fawkes embraces the man tighter, holding him between his arms, flexing his muscles due to the effort. Was he coming too? It was hard to tell. The feeling in him was overwhelming, but it spread through, more than just his guts, but to the farthest tips of his limbs too. He shook, moaned and finally bit Tyler's shoulder once that wave of pleasure finally receeded and then he fell back down, powerless. Another one and he would die. A happy death, but surely a mortal one. He could barely move, but he could sure smile. One hand over his abs, he caressed it softly, playfully. "Would like to keep them, but as loose as I am..." He teased, breathing hard only to drift his fingers lower and feel the wetness his own cock had left. He too had lost count of how many times he had cum. "I don't think I can do anything but close my eyes and sleep." He admitted, looking with a side-eye to the big man and his glistening cock. "Would offer to clean that up, but well..." He groaned, feeling the aches of the long session. "Care to join me and cuddle? After all this, you gotta have a romantic role to play."

[boysfromtheburbs]

Hearing the other's inner quarrel with his own sounds of pleasure brought a sick and prideful smile to Michael's lips. It'd been his desire, after all. But, Hector had long been the wall of control, guiding their interaction with a steady hand. Seeing the cracks in said wall only pushed Michael to go further, break down the man brick by brick. His episode of triumph was short-lived, however, when Hector continued digging into him. Squirming wasn't an option because it only made those digits stretch him out further and stretching forward to escape them only meant that he'd have to fall back on them completely, inevitably. So, Michael simple sat there and took it, gripping his armrests so strongly, there was a greater than zero chance they'd come off completely. Michael only hopped that his slicked up fist was enough to equally unravel Hector by the cock.

Michael blanched at Hector's request. Of course he wanted to, why else would he let himself be finger-blasted in a public theater? Giving one last look around, Michael swiftly and quietly dropped into the space between Hector's giant thighs. And Michael thought of himself as a giant man. "Don't go fucking my throat or anything." Michael retorted, equally as snarky. Naturally, he wanted nothing more than his throat to be used as cock-sleeve for Hector, but being caught was all too big a risk. With one last, decisive nod, Michael went down on Hector, taking the head in his mouth with a satisfied groan. Tasted even better than he had imagined.

[rhapsodc]

Hector's eyes followed Michael's movement. The man was more skilled at this than he gave him credit for. He was silent as a spy, going down to his knees after subtly making sure no one was looking their way. And no one truly was. An action scene had just started. The few people around were either interested in it, or just in the possibility of enjoying the A/C and sleeping a bit between hours of work. None of them really cared that two man were getting it on on the back. Hector held his breath, eyes down to see Michael's face being painted by the light and colors. Just as he reached in, leaning closer and taking the head like a good little pet.

The sigh he gave was louder than he had expected. Hector felt the air he was holding in leaving his lungs, breathing deep over that pretty cocksucking face. He put a hand on the back of Michael's head, fingers messing up the hair, pushing only a little, just like a smal encouragement. "Suck it." He whispered, moving his head a little, challenging or maybe ordering the other to do it well, do it properly. "Suck it and I won't have to fuck it." He smirked down at Michael, shrugging at the other's request and at the possibility that the throat in question was now Hector's to play with.

[spellbindingnights]

Gianni woke up before his alarm went off, just like he did every morning. He remained in bed for a while before finally getting up and changed into his gym shorts and a t-shirt. His morning run was a religious habit of his, and mandatory to start his work day with a clear head. Besides, he needed to release some steam off since Amber's presence was affecting him more than it should.

The handsome man was a constant thought in his head and Gianni had to admit that his hand found its way to his cock more times that what it was considered normal. It was quite inconvenient since his men weren't aware of this side of him. It was a very toxic environment and he was not willing to loose an inch of his authority because of it.

As he made his way past Amber's door, he heard noises, sounds that made him stop on his tracks. The mere moans were enough to have him throbbing. His cock and lust were stronger than his rationality, so he carefully opened the door only to find an image that would be forever haunting him. Gianni swallowed with difficulty and before he could even reach down to squeeze his own cock, the other man noticed him. He ignored his reaction and instead, walked into the room, closing the door behind him. It's been such a long time.

"Go on" he spoke. There was a tone that didn't admit a 'no' for an answer, the tone of the Head of the mob. "You are in a bed that I paid for, staining my sheets, in my house..." he called the shots here, not Amber. "Keep going" he then added, leaning back against the door and making himself comfortable.

[rhapsodc]

Once or twice Amber had found himself in such a situation. His skills were unmatched, his fame large. And even though he was not really one of Gianni's men, he was a hired hand that the mob leader could trust. Calling it a friendship would be too daring in this line of business, but the two had something akin to it. So much so that being caught in such a desperate situation made him only chuckle when the door closed.

"Maybe if these were not so fucking expensive, I wouldn't be this horny." He teased back, but did not dare to move yet. A trained man, always ready to survive, his eyes were searching any danger in the situation. Maybe Gianni would kill him for being the perv there. But what his eyes got were a bulging volume on those short pants.

"Doing some morning cardio?" Amber smirked. This time, his smile was opening up completely. He rolled around, legs open, ass up in the air. He was giving Gianni the full view. Amber was not the best exhibitionist, but on the road with his son, he had learned that some people did like to watch. He hoped his friend liked more than just that though. "Maybe I can help." He started pushing his cock back against the pillow. Each hump would clench his cheeks. He turned to look over his shoulder. "Gotta say, I make bigger men than you sweat like they are running a marathon."

[ang3lmoans]

Feeling Memé’s length sliding up against his most secret part Kaito began to let out desperate unfiltered moans. The sensation sent chills up his spine. They were soon replaced by whines from the lack of friction as his skin pressed into the carpet and laid on his stomach. The bite that followed left a sharp sting where Memé’s bite bloomed. He gasped, face pressing into the carpet, fingers clawing at the fibers as Memé’s fingers spread him open. His hole, sensitive and twitching under the sudden exposure. Kaito laid there in anticipation, his mind began to wander. A fleeting thought wondering how he tasted. Pushed the thought away Kaito reached both hands behind him and grabbed ahold of both cheeks. He carefully spread himself, “I need you” his voice came out strained as if he simply could not wait another second.

[rhapsodc]

The words were sweet, but they did not match the pleasure of watching Kaito's fingers on his round, beautiful cheeks. Fair as that skin were, the grip made tiny red lines appear. Kaito spread them open. All for Memé. And the knight moved in without losing another second. A lover of beauty, he might have watched that scene until it was a painting he brushed with his brain, marking his memory. But he needed more than just see. Leaning behind Kaito, his back lowering until his face was close. He took a deep breath, taking in the perfum of ointmens that made that skin so soft. Closer he got until his cheeks could feel the tips of those fingers holding that ass open and then, only then, his tongue ran over the crack, from the bottom up, passing over the hole just briefly for one first taste. Kaito was suddenly all over his tongue. And Memé's hunger took him completely, making his next move the one where his tongue pressed against that puckered button, pushing it, trying to invade but not forcing too much, only until it twisted and winked back at his wet efforts.

[rhapsodc]

open starter! largo's immovable defiance open to: male-looking muses. plot: Y/M and Largo made a bet that Y/M can move him out of the way. But Largo's defense is quite high and Y/M is about to be known as a dog that barks but doesn't bit, unless he pushes Largo out of his position. The bet can be anything... sm*t or not. Y/M can be passing through, can be a friend or a rival, can be a complete stranger that decided to challenge Largo, etc.

"is this all you've got?"

Largo stood with only parts of his iron armor in front of the other. They were in the middle of the training lot, but by then there were very few around. Some had watched the two of them while they stayed under the sun, but as it slid out of the sky, leaving the light of the fire to lit up the room, curiosity dwindled. Now it was just Largo standing on the same position watching the other man with a smirk on his lips.

"Weren't you the tough one that would make me fall down on my ass? Brrrr." He made a sound with his lips, lifting his arms up to stretch a bit. "We gotta tell the cook to feed you more. I haven't moved an inch and honestly, your time is almost up. Now, move me. Or else you lose the bet."

[notbuckybarnes]

ARÓN PIPER scuffers.co

[tinglingpeter]

MIGUEL ÁNGEL SILVESTRE for Folie Magazine

[sakura-haruka]

Oscar Isaac as Leto Atreides in DUNE

[strikersunindie]

Zimuzo couldn't help but feel affection and arousal at each cry coming from Lorcan when those cheeks got hit. The way the light fur felt soft on his hands at that split moment of impact, Zimuzo just had to rub it a few times between spanks. He'd have to encourage this fur, though the half-demon wasn't sure if there was a skill among his kind to manipulate the bodies of others. As he heard the tears and words of gratitude mumbled through each impact, his anger was quenched more and more. Unlike most demons like Solomon, Zimuzo actually forgave when he doled out punishment. Perhaps that was his real secret power.

"I know you will," he said as reached forward and caressed Lorcan's other cheek, wiping away the damp. "You took your punishment well. Whenever you feel like the doubts are burdening you from your goal, remember this moment. Let it give you strength to be as strong and clever like I know you can." It was meant as encouragement, but it came out as an order. He wanted to return the pleasure, but it was too soon.

"Come closer. There is another you must 'apologize' to," he said before grabbing his hung cock. With just a few light strokes, he was already semi-hard and the light pain from earlier was gone. "He only accepts the most earnest. Think you can achieve a proper apology?" he teased, sure that Lorcan would know that only a mouth could touch His cock and balls, no hands.

[rhapsodc]

Not so long ago, Lorcan had believed he was to be in the same position as Zimuzo was right then. He would be sitting with legs spread and a big cock, big because his own power was big! And even though he was a young demon by their standard, his power was high. But clearly not that high. He felt Zimuzo's caring hand and his face leaned against those fingers that had brought the tears it was now drying. He let out a soft whimper as he opened his eyes again.

He knew of demons that were like this. Submissive and willing to serve other demons to the depths of their own humiliations. A few decades back and he believed he would never be like this. Until Solom came and then those bloody humans he had only thought to use but were now things that he dared calling friends. He looked up at Zimuzo and wondered what made that half demon so strong. Lorcan always thought humans were playthings, holes to fuck, souls to take. But this was changing and changing him too.

He approached the cock softly, like a pup that had just been taught a lesson. He was still unsure if he could, but with his tongue out, he licked the tip, right over the piss slit, tasting something salty, something wet out of it. His locked cock shot a jolt of pleasure through him. It couldn't get hard, but it definitely felt like it. He licked again, and again. Until he grew braver and his tongue took the underside of the head, pulling it between his wet lips. Looking up so he would be staring at his Master, he started nurturing that cock, sucking on it but just on the head for now, showing skills he had learned with bloody humans, his bloody friends, sucking like Balthus had shown him one time when they had a hung guy to service together. He hoped it would please Zimuzo that he had such skills with his mouth.

[strikersunindie]

In the past, Lucas would normally have Magnar perform a small service for him, get his cock wet, and then pound him so that that urge for submission would be satisfied for an evening, allowing Magnar to rule properly the next morning. But now that there was no need to appear dominant and strict, it was as if all that submission had built up to turn the Dragon King into a whimpering pup. Even Magnar's body had reacted in kind, that once massive cock now barely big enough to reach past that bush that once framed it. The one thing that remained was how hard it was.

"Such eloquent words," he taunted with a chuckle when he saw Magnar was unable to speak properly. Seeing the whites of those eyes made Lucas grip his cock hard and stroke properly for a moment. As if his own body was reacting, it was growing with each stroke, larger and thicker. The opposite of Magnar, who had shrunk down with each passing minute. If he could see or even lift his head, Magnar would see the tool that was going to penetrate him even deeper than the machine.

"You've earned a breeding," he said with genuine praise. With the remote, Lucas lowered the speed until it was off. The machine slowly pulled all the way back into its rest position, making the toy slide out with a wet 'slop'. All the lube remaining had dripped, but with strength he didn't have before, Lucas shoved the machine to the side before kneeling between those legs. Each one heavy, but Lucas used all his strength to put them on his shoulders.

"What a cute little button of a clit," he taunted as he flexed his now massive cock onto Magnar's button of a cock. Even those balls had shrunk to be tight against the massive body they belonged to. Lucas was leaking plenty of precum himself. With a move of his hips, Lucas angled the head of the cock into that open hole before using his fingers to spread those lips wide into a gape. No more warning, as he thrust in.

"Fuuuuuck," he moaned as he felt those walls stretch with no resistance until he got to the same inches as the toy. There was still five more to go until his base, but he wouldn't say that just yet. Using the same amount of length as the toy, Lucas pulled back and pushed forward in a circle motion that the machine couldn't do. "Go on, pet. Beg for your Master to breed you like a little cumdump," he ordered, feeling the power exchange infuse him with more strength and virility.

[rhapsodc]

For a moment there, he was back to himself. The fog in his mind, that fog created by being fucked in such a savage way by a machine, reduced until his eyes were focusing again on the thick cock by his side. Thick could hardly describe it. It still looked like Lucas' dick, but bigger, thicker. With beautiful veins popping up in its body. Like a good, trained puppy, Magnar's tongue went out. He was starving for it. Was this a feverish dream or was that cock even bigger than the toy? The dragon, once a feared King of this world, almost a god himself, let his head fall back so he could give himself to his lover. His undying, eternal lover. The only one that could make him goon like that for being fucked and used.

He reached over to his tiny cock as Lucas spoke about it and felt how tiny it was. It was hard, but it was hardly a match for his little finger. A clit indeed. Magic! Dragon magic. The way he saw himself changing that human form of his. He raised his head a little only to grunt, thick veins on his neck as he felt the push of that big thing into him, spreading his wet warm hole just like the toy had done. But now it was alive, pulsing. He looked at Lucas' eyes, staring deep into them as he held the air in his lungs, stuffing his muscles as pleasure and pain crashed into his brain. He finally released the air, moaning like a bitch getting fucked by its alpha.

"Get that belly fat with your cum." He wanted to sound a bit more pleading, a bit more like he was begging, but baring white teeth and with a voice so deep he could hardly believe it came through his throat, Magnar felt almost imperial in his request. His tiny clit jerked, splashing liquid over his belly, almost like squirting. He didn't know if piss or precum, but either way it felt damn good, just not as good as the cock that rubbed his insides, stretched him to a new limit. He swallowed hard, head falling back, muscles suddenly releasing its tightness and tensions. The bump on his belly was back. It looked larger now, it looked like it was pure fire in his belly. He whimpered, cried out, moaned. Were the other dragons in that house hear him too? He knew they were all Lucas' too and a bit of jealousy bit his insides, making him clench tight around that cock as if claiming it to himself and only for him. "Please breed." He whimpered, his voice not so royal anymore as he reached for his swollen nipples, squeezing them between his own fingers. "Give me your seed. Make me your bitch. Breed and knot and fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." He kept repeating the words at each rough pounding he received, stretching his tight hole, making a big lump in his tight abs.

[thefcw]

Maybe Caius should specialise in angry fae folk given what the younger man was letting out on him. As annoying and stuck up he was, he was strong and passionate too. Having the older man seeing his face Caius tried not to seem too thrilled although it was hard to hide that he liked it. Violence was a language Caius probably knew too well and it as much as he didn’t care for the notion it was something he enjoyed. The light pain on his cheek, fingers digging into his skin and being used with force was almost perfect. Almost.

If it weren’t for the remains of his pride Caius would be grinning when Alphin said Caius hardly needed him to be gentle and he figured the younger man didn’t want Caius smirking. Maybe they were both in denial. Caius never was open about laying with men, especially outside the bath house although almost everyone knew. It was hard to hide especially since he enjoyed being beneath men. Now add being used by fae folk and who knew what people would think.

Being fucked hard from behind each thrust made Caius body move, forcing a few grunts out of him as he tried to focus on breathing and careful to not moan even if he wanted to. His chin being lifted reminded him the older man was still there, eyes locked on his face as he spoke. He was no admirer of royalty, whether they were human, fae, or whatever. As someone at the bottom of the barrel Caius had no love for those who had power and money aside from making his share from them. He’d never brag being fucked by some fae royal.

Caius’ mouth was slightly open as he breathed heavily, the man’s tip brushing against it. He pushed his tongue forward just enough for the tip brush against the tip of the cock teasingly. Being used Caius didn’t feel like the man needed him to do it for him if he was just going to be a hole for him. The man may have been more gentle when fucking him but seeing him in front of him Caius doubted he was going to continue being gentle. And Caius didn’t want him to.

[rhapsodc]

Alphin could feel himself taken by the pleasure of it again. It really revolted him feeling this way. He thought of himself weak, just like he thought his father was weak. But his body betrayed his thoughts, his sharp mind. A human male was nothing like a fae male. Yes, they might look the same and even feel the same when he was inside the hole, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of using a human.

Shoving his cock really deep, sheating it all into Caius, the prince growled, one hand closing into a fist to punch the whore's back. Not too strong, but still enough to make any weaker male fall down. "You think you are proud of yourself, but you are nothing, human. Just a silly deposit." His bared teeth showed pearl white fangs as he leaned in to whisper these words to Caius. Just in time to see that tongue reaching for his dad's hard cock. He put his lips very close to the right ear, his cock throbbing into that hole. "I'll make sure you will beg." He leaned back, standing up and grabbing the sides of the man's waist, moving his cock almost all the way out, watching as the inches left that hole until only the head remained, squeezed by the muscles at the entrance. And without any hint of what he was about to do, he started pounding that hole, his efforts making the sound of flesh against flesh fill up the small room around the three of them.

Alphin seemed decided to ruin that whore and as his boy started pounding, that body moved forward, pushed by the strenght of that fucking. Soon most of Oberon's cock was buried inside that mouth, going down that throat. If Alphin wanted the whore to beg, all he would hear were muffled sounds, but Oberon thought that would be hot by itself. Still, he hated hurting humans. One day he had been like Alphin, hating on them while fucking their brains out. He was different now. He had grown to like their company even! Still, he could hardly cut his son's fun when all he wanted was to bond with him.

"Doesn't daddy always bring you the best holes, son?" He teased, holding the head beneath him, not looking into those human eyes anymore, but staring only at his boy, focusing only on his pleasure to avoid being conflicted about Caius' feels.

[strikersunindie]

Ovi was ready to lead the scene, to walk Myo to the shore or the wall of rocks the waterfall poured from above. Yet the older and experienced swordsman had taken charge by emphasizing those perky nipples. He didn't have to be told twice, his lips finding a nip and sucking hard. Teeth brushing against it before biting the soft muscle since it wasn't flexing. He moaned at the sensation as his cock head was rubbing against the taint, applying pressure from outside to Myo's spot.

He could feel how tight Myo was holding onto him, so Ovi felt confident to move one of his massive hands and start feeling for that hole. Fingers pushing through with no gentleness as his teeth bit harder at the encouragement. With the waterfall on them, Ovi did turn and pressed Myo against the wall so they were just underneath the overhang. With him carrying Myo, the swordsman could meet his eyes at an even height.

Would the stranger see just how much Ovi was getting turned on by the bossiness as he glanced at the other tit, waiting for permission to give it the same treatment? Ovi's cock smacking and getting smacked by Myo's sack despite how cold the water was turned the mercenary on. If he was this aroused by a rare bottom, how would the rest of this party be?

[rhapsodc]

That tongue flickering over his hard nipple was good. Just the thing he wanted. It was a sensitive spot, a button to turn things on in him, as if his body could lit up just right if a man bit it and sucked on it hard enough to leave the skin around red and a bit swollen. He had his eyes closed once that mouth was on him, but as soon as his back hit the wet wall, he opened his eyes and his mouth twisted into a smile.

Looking at the beautiful stranger, Myo grinned at the hunger in those eyes. "You cannot leave the other one like that, can you? Go on, leave it red. Might help opening up my hole for this big cock fo yours." And Myo could tell it was big. Not just from the memory of seeing it a moment ago, but feeling it rub beneath his taint as those rough fingers opened him up for it. For him, bottoming came only through the pleasure of the pain. The pain of being stretched up, gaping after a cock left his tight ass. He wanted that cock buried so deep he would fill his belly up with cum.

His hand moved a bit, up the neck, grabbing onto the wet hair, right underneath it, the palm touching the scalp. "Suck my tits and fuck my hole, stranger."

[pantystud]

[rhapsodc]

closed starter! / @whispersoftheveil

By the time he had emptied another glass, only a few remained on that lost and forgotten tavern.

Hugo's finger moved around the edge of the glass, bringing some of its wetness to the corners where his lips hadn't touched. He was not paying attention to many things then, but his eyes rested on only one thing. In fact, only one person. The singer that hummed another song he didn't know. Not the typical tavern showman. A lot of the customers had left saying just that and the tavern owner seemed ready to finish the show. But not if Hugo could stop it. He held the owner's wrist and put a few golden coins in his hands. "Let the man be." As the owner moved away, Hugo got up and walked closer. He was in his "civilian clothes", black cotton shirt, dark steel plates over old leather. Nothing in him associated that man to the royal knights. It was better this way. Sometimes Hugo traveled the lands as a Black Knight, rogue in some ways, defending more than he ever could as a royal knight.

As if it had been part of his order, Hugo was stopped by the tavern owner that brought his another glass, the third of the night. Hugo barely looked at him as he whispered a rushed thank you. He was so close to the man that he was finally able to see him. His beauty, a bit rough on the edges, but beauty nonetheless. Something odd about him, like something pulling the strings of memory. He stepped closer to the stage, like an animal about to hunt, only to have the song around him stop. It made him stop too, now only inches away from where the improvised staged was. "Please, do not stop on my account. I do like to hear you play." He pulled another golden coin from the purse on his belt, pulling it out and showing to the man as he got even closer, leaning to leave it by the man's right boot.

[notbuckybarnes]

AIDAN TURNER British Vogue

[coivi]

Over the years, he had met many different folk, all promising that they were undefeated, that they could handle him without a problem. Cyrus had rarely denied them the pleasure of trying to tame it. That lengthy, thick slab of cockmeat, veined, throbbing and damn monstrous, was infamous for ruining his partners. The warlock could only warn them, he never boasted, nor did he show-off; he already knew. Past experiences made it known that he had to be pretty careful, and while some had asked him to be a little rougher, he always held back. For him, it was a lot more about the pleasure, than trying to feel his large, full tank testicles against someone's chin or smothered down into someone's cheeks. That was never the case. But, seeing as he was within Magnar's grasp—quite literally—and welcomed to his chambers, he would do as asked, so long as the Dragon King understood that communication was key. Last thing he wanted was to hurt him and be at risk of having his head ripped right off, or burned alive on the spot. Still, the dangers of the dragon didn't even pass his thoughts. In fact, he was quite turned on, seeing Magnar settle onto all-fours on his bed, naked and willing, that tall and muscled frame ripe for the taking, to be massaged, held and fucked until he was dripping wet with sweat.

Just as Magnar opened his lips, he locked in, watching careful as they spread to accommodate that wide, hefty pink head into the heat of his mouth. At first contact, with the tongue sweeping along the flushed crown, the warlock's chest rumbled with a groan, deep and satiated. There was something thrilling to watch a lordly and dangerous creature like this, stretching his lips out as far as they would go, looking up at him with an expression of obedience and something of innocence. A grin crept to Cyrus' face when he noticed pearly white teeth over the sensitive flesh, bared for him to see as inch after inch sank into his mouth, soaking in that slick drool that Magnar produced. In response, Cyrus let out a deep, but hindered moan from his throat. "Mmm, that's it... there you go—My Lord," he moaned out, hands moving to settle behind his back, just like his guards who guarded his chambers. He intended to do nothing just yet, waiting expectantly to see how far Magnar wanted to worship and go at his pace, before the warlock could attempt to fuck his throat like he had been ordered to.

As the blunt tip reached the back of his mouth, there was a moment for the man to adjust to the throbbing mast filling up that entire mouth, that tongue bathing that heavy meat. He was coming up to his fullest potential, his shaft was still filling out fully. Just as Magnar took in a deep breath through his nostrils, he felt the muscles relax. With a testing push of his hips, he breached the throat, spreading the passage apart, stretching it to fit him. Cyrus raised a foot and set it onto the bed, creating some leverage to act upon. His arousal was at its peak, full and throbbing, the monolith stuffed the mouth entirely, partially the pharynx, but most of it was untouched, untamed. At last, he laid a hand into Magnar's soft bed of hair atop his head, fashioning a light grip into his hand. It wasn't to push or pull him to fuck him down onto his pulsing tool, but merely to keep him in his place. His other hand came down to the base of his shaft in order to angle and keep his length steady, aimed at the perfect angle towards those plump, reddening lips. "What a beauty you are." There was a growl in his voice, something primal and beastly. While maintaining eye contact, his upper body remained still while his hips beckoned forward, slowly inching his meat deeper, expanding that throat, inflating that neck out as the girth fought against the tight, slick walls. Cyrus had barely reached the halfway point, when he gradually retracted his length, until only that flared, pretty head remained in his mouth.

Without missing a beat, he forced it back to the same level of filling, marked by where his cock was wet. As the chamber began to fill with echoes of the wet shaft sloshing deep into the depths of his throat, Cyrus had closed his eyes and tipped his head back. His hand kept Magnar's head locked in place, while the skilled rolls of his hips continued to roll back and forth, leisurely fucking the dragon's mouth and throat. It wasn't like he had asked, Cyrus was aware, but he was building up to it, if only to test his capabilities and threshold of what he was comfortable with.

[rhapsodc]

Magnar concentrated on taking that cock. What a big thing it was! Right then, as it stratched his human form's jaw open, he noticed that Cyrus had not been boasting like many before. He had been truthful about his length and his power and for an instance, Magnar was thankful the man had not indulged in the dragon's request. A boiling blood was the worse combination for a horny mind like his and it wouldn't do failing at such a big length after promising he would be able to take it easily, even if with pain.

His throat made a wet sound. Cyrus was pulling back. The King noticed the hand on his head and his eyes moved up. They had a shade of gray to them, but right then, it flickered as if an explosion inside of him allowed the fires to escape through his eyelids. He looked up. The eyes had water in them. Tears. When that cock was just the head in, Magnar let out a soft scoff. Like the breath he had held in being pushed out through his nose and the edges of his stretched lips. He felt a tears sliding down his cheek and that made his whole body clench and relax, just as that cock was sliding back in, leaving him with no chance to excuse himself for it.

There was no pain yet. And for a dragon, that amount of time without air was nothing to worry about. His lungs, even in human form, could hold him alive for many, many minutes. But it was the combination of the stretching and the effort of taking such a length that brought that warm water to his eyes and down his sweaty cheeks. By then, another urge had enveloped his senses. He wanted to touch himself, but he didn't. He kept his hands down, his belly filled with the air he managed to get each time Cyrus' cock moved a bit out. But his exposed hole twitched and winked at nothing, as if jealous of his mouth for doing all the work.

"More." He growled when only the head was in. He looked up again and the fire in his eyes had almost pushed the grayness away. It was pure fire, burning in him. But the sound out of Magnar's mouth was almost impossible to truly understand. "Please." He moaned just as the cock started rolling back in. He hadn't had time to breathe in before it happened this time, so he felt his throat suddenly closing and clenching around that thick cock, making his body shake at the sudden urge to swallow and breath at the same time. Something new was happening to him.

Magnar was gagging on that fucking cock.