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Lucanis lay horizontally across the bed, head cushioned by Rook’s thigh, her warmth seeping into his cheek. He gazed up through his eyelashes at her doting smile, while she ran soothing fingers across his scalp and Spite purred. He would normally have been content to stay like this for hours, however recently he’d been obsessing over something in the back of his mind. An idea, a fantasy really. One that he’d been working up to telling Rook for some time now. Not that he was scared to bring it up or afraid of her reaction, but more that he needed time to accept it within himself.
Now seemed like the perfect opportunity.
After a while, his relaxed gaze sharpened and he looked at her more intently.
“I’ve been thinking…”
“Oh? Careful,” she teased. His lips twitched into a smirk, before he became more serious again and took her free hand in his. Instinctively, she laced their fingers together, then tilted her head expectantly.
“I was thinking… that we could try… something new.” The sentence wasn’t really a question, though his cadence implied otherwise.
Maya did not try to hide her intrigued grin. “Whatever could you mean?”
With a surge of confidence, Lucanis propped himself up on one elbow and suggested, “perhaps you can…give me instructions.” He walked two fingers from the curve of her clothed breast up to tickle along her collarbone, deliberately teasing, before flicking his eyes up to hers.
Her tongue darted out between parted lips to wet them. She raised an eyebrow quizzically, interest piqued. There was a dark, playful intensity colouring her violet hazel eyes; one he had never seen on her before. It only served to embolden him further. He sat up more, the picture of a prince.
“You can instruct me, and I will do nothing but what you say.” He suggested it so innocently, apparently completely unaware of the effect he had on her. His sweet smile was merely the cherry on top.
A smirk played at her lips as she considered him, heated eyes looking him up and down. He blushed deeply under her scrutiny. Casually, Maya lounged back on her elbows and shook a few loose curls from her face.
“Stand,” was her first order, voice dropped low and sensual. Lucanis slipped off the bed with ease, complying immediately. Goosebumps erupted across his body. He had given her control. He fought the shame gripping his windpipe when he realised heat was pooling in his abdomen already.
She watched him, her bravado faltering for a moment. “Lucanis, you’re sure about this?”
He smiled assuredly, “sí, mi amor.” Her sly grin quickly returned.
“Take off your clothes.” Without hesitation, his hands went to his shirt collar and quickly got to work. His unquestioning devotion and obedience was going straight to her head, straight to her cunt . She added a stern, “slowly” when his fingers picked at the buttons too quickly for her liking.
Maya’s eyes tracked his every movement like a hawk. His heart leapt into his throat, beating fast as he watched her watch him strip.
Lucanis tried to ignore the sharp sting of embarrassment in his stomach as he folded the last of his clothes in a neat pile and shifted his weight from foot to foot. There was nowhere to hide his arousal and she was watching . Obviously, Rook herself had removed his clothing before, so it’s not like this was the first time she had seen him. Seen his chest stained pink beneath the hairs; the cinch of his waist, his beautiful cock. But this was the first time he had stood before her so bare and so under scrutiny, while she remained fully clothed. Granted, a long sundress with nothing beneath it was not much clothing, but still more than he currently wore.
“Tell me, amante , before… in the Lighthouse… did you ever think of me?”
Maya watched as he swallowed, apprehensive, Adam's apple bobbing up and down in his throat. The movement was enticing. Erotic. A smirk played at her lips.
She continued, testing, goading, “don’t pretend. You thought of me, didn’t you? Thought of me close to you. Thought of me naked . Didn’t you, Lucanis?”
He clenched and unclenched his fists. His mouth curled down at the edges and his eyes dropped to the floor, ashamed. We can’t have that.
“Look at me.” He did so. Immediately. A beat passed. The evening air rustled through leaves outside.
Maya pushed herself to sit straight-backed at the edge of the bed. Her hungry eyes never left him, but her voice took a softer edge as she spoke again. “Tell me, sweet boy. Because I thought of you.”
Lucanis swallowed again, mouth devoid of moisture. She could barely see the brown of his eyes anymore.
“I did,” he croaked, “so… so many times.”
Maya grinned, triumphant. Her head tilted the opposite way, predatory gaze raking over his form. She watched the rise and fall of his chest; those delicious dark hairs that she adored running all the way down to collect at the base of his cock, rock hard and head glistening with precome. He twitched as her heavy gaze lingered. She made eye contact with him again, smiling all the while.
“Did you touch yourself? Did you imagine it was me?”
His eyes widened impossibly. His breaths came quick, but shallow, almost panting although nothing had yet happened. After a pause where Maya simply stared intently, Lucanis realised she was waiting for an answer.
“Y-yes,” he confessed.
“Show me how. I want to see you touch yourself.” Maya’s voice was so deep and sultry.
Lucanis audibly gulped. His breath hitched as he hesitated for a long moment. He was poised like a sprinter waiting for the starting shot. Maya watched his stomach muscles ripple as he tensed them, so anguished in his desire.
Haltingly, his hand went to his dick. He exhaled a sharp, tense breath at the contact as he wrapped his fingers around and gripped the base. He watched Maya lick her full lips, slowly, deliberately, eyes fixed on his hand once he started stroking himself ever so shyly and languid.
He didn’t watch what he was doing, just kept his eyes longingly on her as he slowly dragged his fist up and down his cock. So terribly slowly. And unsure, like it was the first time again. At this point there was a fierce blush burning all the way up to his ears. His mouth opened in a soft gasp as he flicked his wrist to catch the tip just so.
Rook crossed one long leg over the other, surreptitiously pressing her thighs together to alleviate the smoldering heat growing there, all while still maintaining the air of command. She delighted at the tendons jumping in his delicious thighs and torso as he worked himself, dark eyes never leaving her face. She was in half disbelief that this was even happening. Firstly that she was witnessing a man masturbate (over her ) because she told him to, and secondly, that it was Lucanis .
“Stop,” she said after a few more seconds. He did, with only slight reluctance, and slowly moved his hand back to hang at his side.
“Kneel.”
On his knees, Lucanis looked up at her with such fervent adoration, the deep brown of his eyes completely swallowed by his blown-out pupils. She stood and moved gracefully, so tantalisingly close to him he had to swallow through the intense wave of need that overcame him. He desperately longed to grip her soft thighs and bury his head between them. It could be said that eating Rook’s pussy had become one of his favourite pastimes. The sweet taste of her and ecstatic noises she made were like nothing he had ever experienced and he was desperately addicted.
Drawing on the well of perseverance he developed from Caterina’s training, he somehow kept himself from reaching out to her. Especially as he didn't even have permission to make noise, let alone touch her yet. His lips parted as he exhaled quick breaths, flushed from cheeks to navel. He exuded a nervous ecstasy that made her feel drunk.
Maya took this small pause in activities as the perfect opportunity to take in his appearance, now that she had teased him enough to get him sweating. He was beautiful. Oh, he was beautiful. Almost every day he caught her gaze in passing and she would stop and stare at him for a few moments, eyes drinking him in like it was the first time again. She could watch him all day.
Finally, she gently raked her fingers through his hair once and watched as his eyelids fluttered shut briefly. He sighed a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding.
“I’m going to let you put your mouth on me, but you can’t touch me. Mouth and tongue only. No hands. Do you understand?”
He nodded, the movement slowing but not truly stopping as she widened her stance ever so slightly. With one hand she gripped the cotton of her dress and scrunched it up to uncover her pussy. The other hand at the crown of his head gripped his hair tight between fingers and angled his mouth to her cunt. Lips parted and tongue lolled out, parched , he moaned low in his chest as soon as he made contact. An unpermitted noise she forgave with a sigh on account of his hungry tongue lapping at her. He was always so enthusiastic when using his mouth on her, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t relish in it.
Lucanis wasted no time in burying his tongue as far as it could go at this angle, pressing and rubbing his nose around her clit at the same time. Maya jerked and gasped at the intensity, but he did not let up in any way. Unable to find much success in using his tongue inside her, he instead focussed on kissing and sucking her clit. She bit her lip and groaned at the sensation, then gasped when she looked down to see her slick running down his chin through his beard. His eyes were shut, brow creased in concentration. Adonis. So effortlessly gorgeous.
Simultaneously, she watched his arms raising slowly, fingers reaching out for her, ghosting the soft flesh of her hips and thighs. She quickly swatted them away and used the hand in his hair to give a sharp warning tug. Offering an apologetic hum as he glanced up at her, he began to makeout with her pussy and clit in earnest. He ran his tongue through velvety folds, tasting everywhere he could. Her tight fist in his hair just about kept her grounded as he pressed his tongue hard and flat, rubbing purposefully against her clit.
He devoured her desperately, rumbling moans a harmony to hers as he jutted his head forward, trying to suffocate in her. She felt her crescendo quickly approaching, but not before two warm hands gripped her, one on her hip and one sinking fingers into the globe of her ass. Immediately, she tore away from him and allowed her dress to fall down as her fingertips gripped his chin harshly. Glistening, wide baby cow eyes stared up at her with a mix of confusion and rejection and she had to fight down the urge to take him into her arms.
“I thought I told you no hands ,” she scolded huffily and released his face to step around and behind him, out of his sight. He did not turn, he did not have permission to.
She eyed him as she crossed the room behind him; he did not move save for the tremble of her loss and his heavy breaths. Maya padded over to a dresser and, unbeknownst to Lucanis for now, retrieved a vial of oil she’d previously bought and kept for…special occasions. She tucked it safely into the bodice of her dress and skipped back over to her devoted prince.
The way his eyes tracked her once she circled back to his front made more liquid heat pool low in her abdomen. She loved this so much. They both did.
“Are you going to be good for me now?”
He nodded frantically. So eager, but it made a creeping smile reach her lips all the same. Maya sighed affectionately and took a step toward him. She watched his eyes light up in excitement, lips parted and moustache still wet.
“ No. Touching.” She gave him a pointed look, and he imperceptibly nodded again, arms moving behind his back to grasp one wrist securely.
In any other situation, his pure obedience would have perhaps made her sad, but right at this moment it had slick drooling down her leg. She allowed herself a glance at his cock and had to strive hard to suppress a moan. He was straining, so swollen and red it probably hurt.
She bent slightly and smoothed a thumb across his sharp cheekbone, unable to resist touching him. The urge to kiss him bubbled up, but she held back for now. Instead, she traced an index finger under his jawline and earned a quiet gasp. It wasn't often that he went so long without being physically connected to her in some way. She caressed down the column of his throat, traced her fingers along his collarbone and noticed his dick jump. The deep flush still burned through his chest and up into his cheeks, redder by the second as he gazed up at her. His anticipation was palpable.
“Look at you,” she cooed and he melted into her gentle touch, eyes half lidded. “So worked up for me… my pretty boy…”
The glide of her other index finger travelling from the base of his cock to his tip was so unexpected it would have made any normal man crumble. Lucanis Dellamorte, however, was no normal man. He bit his tongue against the whine that threatened to escape him. Maya watched his neck tense and nostrils flare an exhalation. She leaned close to him, so close, taunting him with the false promise of a kiss.
“Such a good boy,” she whispered against his lips. She stole his breath away.
She kissed him then. Not deep, and not allowing him the satisfaction of her tongue in his mouth. Just her lips pressing against his. His soft, soft lips. She pulled away from him and tilted her head, almost feeling bad when he tried to chase after her.
Then with one last caress of his face, she walked backwards and gestured towards the bed, giving it a gentle pat.
“Up here. Hands and knees. Face the headboard.”
Lucanis swallowed thickly, but did as he was told, if a little falteringly. He stood wobbly on his legs for a moment and Maya did not miss the bobbing of his hard cock as he clambered on the bed. She licked her lips and took a quiet, steadying breath against the rapidly rising tide of her own arousal.
When she turned back to him, Lucanis was casting a skeptical look at her over his shoulder. Carefully, Rook climbed up and shuffled close behind him. She laid a gentle hand flat at the base of his spine, then slid it soothingly all the way up to card fingers through his hair, molding into him as she went. He arched into her touch as his eyelids slipped closed. His skin was warm against her lips as she kissed the muscle of his shoulder blade and heard his breath hitch.
“Do you trust me, vhen'an? Let me hear you,” she softly coaxed. Lucanis’ breath left him in a near sob and at first he seemed so overwhelmed he didn’t know how to answer. Rook waited for his brain to catch up. For him, her patience was everlasting.
“Sí,” his deep voice was hoarse and thick with need. “Siempre.”
As soon as he said it, her lips began their descent. Deliberately unhurried, she pressed scorching, open-mouthed kisses directly along the path of his spine. Her palms mapped his sides all the way down to his hips and ass, memorising the scars and textures of his lithe body. She smoothed her hands up the backs of his thighs, then raked her fingernails across his buttocks and back down again. She relished in the gooseflesh that broke out there as Lucanis shuddered and moaned brokenly. His cock hung hot and heavy between his legs, so fucking hard she watched a thin line of precome trail from his tip to pool on the sheets below.
While Maya sat back on her haunches, gawking at him unabashed, he swiveled his head to look at her.
“Please,” he whimpered, voice tiny as he begged for something, anything .
Finally, finally , she truly touched him, wrapping her hand delicately around his cock. Maker’s mercy, he was elated beyond belief, electricity sparking everywhere under his skin. She stroked him firmly, but at a pace so leisurely he was sure to lose his mind. At the same time, she began kissing him again, wet imprints on his back and lower, lower , all across his ass cheeks. A wanton moan escaped him as she continued, sucking and biting every patch of his skin, leaving him trembling with the sure knowledge that she was leaving marks. Then, she licked a seering stripe up the cleft of his ass and over his hole that had him white-knuckling the bedsheets and gritting his teeth. She paused at the strangled noise he made, peered up at the tousled mess of his hair and glow of perspiration on his back.
With much effort, Lucanis turned his head to the side, one dark, wet orb squinting down at her. “Don’t stop, please, plea -” he cut himself off with a whine as Maya picked up exactly where she left off. She lowered her head back to lave over his balls, briefly sucking one into her mouth before returning to circle the tip of her tongue on his puckering hole. Testingly, she pressed into him a little, humming as she tasted him, and picked up the intensity when his heaving, breathy moans pitched high in his throat. Her hand had not left his twitching dick the entire time, still pumping slowly, squeezing tight at the base and below the tip. At this point, he was near fucking her fist in ecstacy.
It was easy to worship him, easy to get lost in him. The pleasant song he sang so rewarding; his body so receptive, she could have had him come just like that, shuddering and dribbling into her hand.
Somewhat stealthily, her left hand moved from palming his ass to retrieve the vial of oil from next to her heart; now nicely heated from the contact with her skin. Aiming not to alert him, Maya covertly uncorked the vial and covered her middle finger in the smooth substance.
Lucanis did not resist the warm finger that pressed against his rim. Instead, his head dropped to the pillow and he cried out as Maya worked it inside him gingerly. She was conscious of causing him discomfort, but after a few exploratory presses he was wailing and bucking encouragingly. His insides burned like fire, gripping so tight around her finger it made her gasp.
All humiliation had faded away. Lucanis was utterly euphoric, panting, locked between frantically wanting to rock back on Maya’s digit and piston his hips forward into her fist. When she caught something inside him that made his whole being jerk, she went after it in an insatiable frenzy. “Maya~!” Again and again she brushed her finger against that spot as he cried out a mantra of her name. He sobbed into the soft pillow, unable to hold back the tears of pure elation from spilling from him.
Already teetering on the edge by then, it didn’t take long for Lucanis to come. Maya continued to work his ass and cock with devotion, helping him empty himself fully and paint the bedsheets with his release as she milked every last drop.
He only realised then, as his heart stopped thundering in his head and his breathing slowed, that Maya was whispering sweet nothings as he calmed. She smoothed her hands over his ass and thighs with tender compassion and pressed kisses to his sweaty, sticky skin.
“So good for me. So perfect…”
It took some time for Lucanis to truly return to himself, not that it mattered to Rook. She helped him lay on his side and curled around him, clutching his head to her chest and running soothing fingers through his locks. Eventually, after the moon had curved its way across the horizon, Lucanis tipped his head up to kiss his paramour lazily. Quietly, he promised to pay her back in kind before the sunrise, and she laughed her rich, gorgeous laugh and told him to sleep.