26. Creampie
There was a note pinned to Valnur’s door. Meet me in the bathhouse, it said in Huadama’s sprawling hand. I’d like to see my desert flower. x
Valnur knew full well what the message meant. He dismissed his entourage for the day and headed to the baths alone, taking only towels and a robe to change into when he was done. Even though public bathing was a big part of various aspects of Amonn Dominion culture, the baths they had here on Earth weren’t like anything they’d had in space. These ones had, supposedly, been commissioned in the Amonthera style but Earth was sorely lacking in the right materials to bring it up to par. Compared to the large hot springs on Aagnan, it was completely alien - those were very rustic, whilst this was a tiled and grand affair. It didn’t really feel like home for either of them but for Huadama it was one of the closest things.
“Huadama?” Valnur called out as he entered the bath proper, his clothes folded up neatly in the changing rooms.
“My desert flower!” There was a splash of water as Huadama stood up in the bath and turned to face him, a beaming smile on his lips. The priest was so often dressed in his religious finery with deep red make-up adorning his face that he seemed to be a level of naked far beyond mere nudity. Even his hair, which was usually curled about his head with intricate plaits, was only in a simple style right now, tied up so it wouldn’t trail in the water. “You got my note?”
Valnur smiled and nodded. It was sometimes hard to understand the Aagnan’s thick accent but he was getting better with time. “You wanted to see me?” Huadama’s feet were planted firmly at the bottom of the sunken tub when Valnur came up to the side and yet still the priest dwarfed him.
“Yes!” he cried, stepping up and out of the water. “To do more than just see you.” He reached out and grasped each of Valnur’s hands in his own. “To fuck you.”
The bluntness with which Huadama spoke brought a flush of red to Valnur’s cheeks. Huadama found the colour beautiful. “Th-Then do it,” he said. “Fuck me.”
The priest’s smile grew even wider. “Me first,” he said. “Please?”
It wasn’t an odd thing for Huadama to ask - the two aliens had learnt the hard way that the Aagnan lasted far longer than the Hindranil ever did. It was, or so Valnur had heard, something to do with how horrifically cold their planet was. The easiest work-around they’d found was for Valnur to fuck Huadama first and get him worked up before they did the opposite. Valnur didn’t mind - it meant he got to cum multiple times, after all.
When Huadama was on his back, he was finally at a height Valnur could handle. He positioned himself between his legs and pressed inside, pushing his cock into the priest’s ass and drawing a sweet moan past his lips. He was always so easy to sink into. Valnur wanted, perhaps just once, to be able to gaze into Huadama’s eyes whilst he did it. But this time, like all the others, he found himself eyeing the Aagnan’s cock instead. It was never there at first. There was something oddly mesmerising about the way it slowly emerged from his slit, growing and growing the entire time he was fucked. Valnur had never seen anything quite like it.
“You want it, don’t you?” Huadama asked, cupping the Hindranil’s face and finally drawing his eyes away.
“Yes,” Valnur nodded, his voice breathy.
A smirk spread on the priest’s lips and he clenched down, squeezing himself around his cock far tighter than he had been before. Valnur moaned. He whimpered and bit his lip, his fingers tensing where they were pressed into the soft white pillows of his thighs. Huadama had never once failed to make him cum like this. They could both already feel that this time was no different. Valnur pushed as far into him as he could when he came, filling the Aagnan in just the way he liked it. Not a single drop of the sticky white load escaped from his hole. Not even when Valnur eventually drew back, panting and spent.
As soon as he was able, Huadama’s hands moved to Valnur’s waist and gripped him tightly, lifting him up into his lap. The Hindranil had to spread his legs completely to straddle him properly and even then his feet struggled to touch the tiled floor. He never felt smaller than when he sat atop the priest like this. The first time they’d done it, that had scared Valnur. And yet Huadama had never hurt him. Not even once. Not unless he wanted him to. The Aagnan’s cock was far too large for him but when it pressed up against his hole and pushed inside him, it never felt that way. Huadama didn’t push too hard or too far. He could tell, somehow, just how much his little desert flower could handle and that was all he ever gave him. The only things he ever wanted for himself, that he begged for every time, were the loads of cum the both of them produced. The Aagnan referred to it exclusively as the ‘lava gift’ and had told him back when they’d first met that it was a blessing bestowed on them by God. Valnur didn’t quite understand it but if he wanted every drop of cum inside him then he didn’t see any reason to argue.
Huadama lifted Valnur a little higher, just enough to be able to push his cock past his lips. The Hindranil squirmed and whined, gripping at the priest’s shoulders as he was swallowed straight to the base, both his hole and his cock being granted immense pleasure. He always felt like he wouldn’t be able to cum again. And yet two, three, four more times he orgasmed, quivering and squealing as Huadama drank him down. It was almost a relief when the priest finally came too. His cock jerked inside him as he gave a few last lazy thrusts. All at once, Valnur could feel himself being filled. It was more cum than his body could properly take and having all of it pumped into his ass made his stomach swell and his cock leak anew. Only when he was full to the brim and fit to burst did Huadama pull out.
And yet still the Aagnan wasn’t done with him. He lifted him again, sat him on his face, spread his cheeks and started to lap at his gaping hole. The deep red cum he’d left inside him was steadily dripping out but that wasn’t enough for the priest. He pressed his lips to him and pushed his tongue inside, sucking it out of him. It was more than Valnur could stand. He gripped Huadama’s horns as hard as he could, tears welling in his eyes as he endured the over-stimulation wracking through his body. He felt himself getting closer and closer yet again, so sure he didn’t have it in him to cum another time. In some ways, he was right - it was a dry orgasm that Huadama dragged out of him with his never-ending licking. His legs had turned to jelly long ago but now it felt like they weren’t quite there at all.
Finally, after what felt like forever, Huadama lifted Valnur up off his face and back into his lap, sitting up so he could cuddle him close. The priest was barely even out of breath. “Did my little desert flower have fun?” he asked, the glittering look in his eyes making it clear that he already knew the answer to that question.
“Y-Yes,” Valnur managed to say as he trembled in Huadama’s arms. “I... I love you.”
The priest brushed some dishevelled strands of blue hair from Valnur’s face and leant in, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. Valnur could taste their cum on his tongue, salty but not unpleasant. “I love you too,” the Aagnan murmured. “I think I always will.”
