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The Consumption of Magic (Tales From Verania 3)

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I slapped his ass, the sound of it flat and low in the room. He gasped slightly and pulled himself up against the bars. It hadn’t been hard; my palm stung only a little. But it had surprised him, and he whimpered quietly, trying to swallow it back down.

“You holding on to that bar?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said hoarsely.

“Good. Spread your knees as wide as you can.”

“I did. If I could just take off these—”

“Ryan. Wider.”

He did. His thighs were trembling.

I didn’t give him much time to react. I grabbed his ass again, spreading it wide, and licked from his taint up to his hole to the top of his crack with the flat of my tongue, making sure to get him nice and wet. He moaned as his back bowed, hands tightening on the bars. I smiled against his skin before I licked him again, pressing my tongue against his asshole. I breathed through my mouth, hot breath fanning against him, nose on his skin, saliva spreading on my chin. I moved my hands to the sides of his hips, holding him in place so he couldn’t jerk away from me as I moved my tongue.

He said my name in that low voice of his, that voice he got when he was turned-on more than he’d thought he’d be. He’d bathed at some point while I’d been busy with Kevin and the others, his skin tasting like the soap Mama kept in all the bathrooms. It wasn’t my favorite, but there was still the hint of Ryan underneath the flowery notes, and I chased after it, pressing my face harder against him, pushing my tongue inside him. He squirmed, trying to pull away and push himself closer as I fucked him with my mouth.

I reached around his front, the back of my hand brushing the underside of his cock, but I ignored it, instead circling his balls until I got a good grip. I tugged on them, pulling them down, feeling his cock bob above my hand. The noise he made at the pleasurepain made me pull on his balls just a little bit harder, making sure I wasn’t squeezing too tightly, but enough that he’d feel it in the pit of his stomach.

I pulled my face away from his asshole, resting my forehead on the small of his back, fondling him. “So good for me,” I said, making sure my voice was loud enough that he could hear. “You’re doing so well, Ryan. I love it when you’re like this.”

“Sam,” he said, sounding a little broken. “I need—I want….”

“What do you need?”

“More,” he whispered. “I want more.”

“I could open you up some more.”

He tensed at that. “No,” he said quickly.

“No? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” he said, hands flexing on the bars.

“You sound sure about that.”

“I am. I want to feel it, Sam. Please let me feel it.”

I leaned forward and licked his asshole again, just to hear him keen a little more. “You touch yourself before I got here?”

He tensed. “I didn’t—”

“Ryan.”

“A little. Just to stretch myself.”

“I thought so. Thinking about that dildo?”

“No,” he said. “Thinking about you.”

My smile widened, and I let go of his balls to grab his cock and give it a dry pull. He grunted, sounding like he’d been punched in the gut as he thrust his hips forward, trying to fuck my fist. I let him do it once, twice, before I tightened my other hand on his hip, holding him in place. He stilled, but I could feel him twitching, like he was barely able to stop himself.

“You want it?” I asked, pressing my nose to the cleft of his ass. “You want me to fuck you with the dildo? Or do you want my cock?”

“You said we could do both,” he said, sounding like he was pouting.

“I did say that, didn’t I? But we can’t start with both.”



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