The Consumption of Magic (Tales From Verania 3)

“Ryan. What else do you want?”

He rolled his eyes, a little frustrated. I smacked his ass. He yelped and glared at me. I cocked my head at him. Then, “Can you stay dressed?”

“Don’t like seeing me naked?”

He shook his head furiously. “No! No. I just… I like it when I’m… like this. And you’re still clothed.”

Fuck me sideways. If that didn’t make my dick throb, then nothing would. “Uh. Yeah, I think I can do that. I can just untie my breeches when I’m ready to fuck you.”

“Okay.”

“Thank you for asking me,” I said as I leaned forward and kissed his knee. “I like it when you ask for things.”

“It’s not that big of a deal,” he grumbled.

“Oh, I think it is,” I said as I pulled the crystal stopper off the vial and set it down on the nightstand. Making sure he was watching, I tilted the vial, spilling a healthy dose of slick onto my palm. It was warm to the touch. I set the vial next to the stopper, setting it within reach for when I needed it again. I dipped my fingers into the oil. “Now, I think you asked for two.”

And without giving him a chance to respond, I pressed my fingers against his asshole. There was a brief resistance until it gave past the ring of muscle into the heat of his ass. He bared his teeth at me, eyes narrowing, cords on his neck standing out. I fucked him with my fingers, stretching him open. “That’s two,” I said calmly, even though my legs felt a little weak.

“Good,” he said, though I was sure he wanted to say something else.

“Good,” I agreed.

It didn’t take long for him to be stretched open, though it wasn’t as much as I usually did. Between me eating him out and whatever he’d been doing before I got back to the room, he was already telling me he was fine, gods, Sam, I’m fine, can you

please fuck me, please just fuck me.

And since I wasn’t one to deny Ryan Foxheart his request, I picked up the dildo and slicked it up with the oil still on my hand. It was glistening by the time I was done with it. “You ready?”

“Oh, now you ask me?” he snarked.

“I fucking love you. Dude, you have no idea.”

His face softened. “I think I do. And I love you too. Now fuck me with that thing so we can get on to the main event.”

I dare anyone to say no to that.

I wiped my hand off on the bedspread so it wouldn’t slip on the grip of the dildo. Satisfied I wouldn’t accidentally end up punching myself in the face, I pressed the tip against his asshole, almost unable to decide if I wanted to watch it fuck into him or watch his face as it entered.

But since I didn’t know when I’d get to see something like this again, I chose the dildo. He whined lowly in his throat as it breached him. It had to hurt, at least a little bit, because he wasn’t quite ready for the girth of it. But instead of trying to pull his ass away from it, he lowered his legs a bit so he settled onto the dildo.

“More,” he panted. “Fucking hell, Sam, more.”

“Needy,” I said but gave it to him anyway. It only took a minute or two before the dildo was pressed to the hilt. I was entranced by the sight of it disappearing inside of him. We’d used toys before, sure, but nothing this big. My skin felt hot, my mind buzzing at the thought of where this was heading.

I let go of the grip, watching the dildo bob up and down in his ass as he breathed. Then, just to be a bit of a dick, I flicked the grip hard. He gasped, head rocking back, hands tightening on the underside of his legs.

“Shit,” he said, sounding wrecked. “Holy shit, you just—”

“Watch your mouth,” I warned him. “You’re a knight of Verania.”

He tilted his head forward again to glare at me. “Fuck,” he said. “Fucking shit.”

I smacked the grip of the dildo again.

He cried out, his whole body tensing. Before he could come down, I twisted his nipple, his skin slick with sweat. “Sam,” he breathed. “Oh gods, please. Just do it, please.”

“You going to watch your mouth?”