Prince's Master (Calluvia's Royalty 4)

Eridan smiled and walked out.

He bid goodbye to Irrene, who treated him normally and not at all like she had just heard him screaming as he came undone on his Master’s cock, so all was good.

As he stepped into the t-chamber, Eridan found himself in a surprisingly good mood. But why wouldn’t he be? He was well-fucked, and probably would be well-fucked in the foreseeable future. Wanting anything more would just be foolish when he knew that he wasn’t going to stay in the Order forever.

He didn’t want anything more. He and his Master would just fuck for a while and get it out of their systems. Eridan wasn’t masochistic enough to want something more from a man who literally wasn’t capable of it.

Castien Idhron was just a… a disease he needed enough exposure to in order to develop immunity.

By the time Castien would throw him out, Eridan would be ready to leave him behind.

He would be.

Surely a few fucks would be enough.

Chapter Twenty: Revelations

Castien did come home that evening, as promised.

They didn’t even make it to the bed, the vast hall of High Hronthar echoing the moans as they kissed and groped each other.

It was pure madness, but now that they had done the deed, it seemed it was impossible to fight this need, the years of pent-up sexual frustration demanding an outlet.

Eridan sucked his Master’s cock right there, on the grand stairs of the ancient castle. The hard stone hurt his knees, but he couldn’t stop, needing it, needing to taste his Master and please him, relishing the feel of his Master’s hand gripping his thaal. He opened his mouth wider, allowing Castien to fuck his mouth. He couldn’t deny that pleasing his Master, serving him, turned him on. It felt good. It felt right.

He reached down and shoved his hand into his pants. He stroked his aching cock desperately as Castien fucked his mouth. It didn’t bring much relief, only serving to make him more desperate, but he couldn’t stop.

“Master,” he begged through the bond, spreading his legs and pushing two fingers inside himself. It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted his Master’s cock, to sate this terrible hunger in him. He needed his Master’s cock. He needed him. “Master, please.”

Castien looked at him with hungry, glazed eyes, his cock hot and hard inside his mouth. Eridan didn’t know what was written on his own face, but something shifted in Castien’s expression.

He yanked Eridan to his feet and gave him a hard, greedy kiss. Eridan responded eagerly, if a little dazedly. He let Castien lift him and carry him to Castien’s room, discarding their remaining clothes on the way.

Laying him down on his bed, his Master stretched on top of him, his weight making him breathless. Eridan moaned as the blunt cock head pressed against his opening again. He tried to push back, but Castien held him in place with a firm hold on his hip.

Eridan relented and relaxed, groaning as the thick cock finally pushed inside him again. This is what he was made for, came a distant, hazy thought. He wasn’t even sure who it belonged to; it didn’t matter.

His entire world narrowed down to that cock, pulling out of him and then pushing back with an obscene sound of his slick. Their bond was thrumming with terrible urgency, their minds trying to merge despite Castien’s raised shields.

“Master,” Eridan gasped, digging his heels into Castien’s lower back. “Come on, just once.”

Castien’s jaw clenched, his magnificent muscles straining as he continued fucking into him at an unrelenting pace. “No.”

Eridan glared at him dazedly, but he felt too good to protest or make a better argument in favor of a merge. His brain felt like mush. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t think. All he wanted was that cock inside him, every hard thrust satisfying him in a way he couldn’t explain. He would be happy to lie under his Master forever, getting fucked on his cock, his belly full of his Master’s come, stinking of sex and covered in his Master’s bodily fluids.

It didn’t take him long to come, clenching around Castien’s cock as his orgasm was ripped out of him, his pleasure filling their bond.

Castien made a low, animal sound, his hips driving into him hard, Eridan’s relaxed body like a rag doll in his hands, and then he was coming, too, filling Eridan with his come.

Eridan made a pleased noise, his arms wrapping around Castien’s wide back as the older man collapsed on top of him, heavy and perfect.

“Master,” he whispered, nuzzling against Castien’s stubbled cheek, their ragged breathing slowly evening out.

Castien sighed, turning his head and kissing one corner of Eridan’s mouth, then the other.

Eridan’s eyes widened at the chaste affection. His shock must have echoed through the bond because Castien stiffened and rolled off him, to lie on his back. He closed his eyes.