Alex

ALEX

S ylas strums me like an instrument he's played all his life. From the first orgasm he plucked to the thick digit he's using along with his tongue to bring me to completion again, it's like he knows everything there is to know.

While I'm not a virgin, he's unlike any human male I fumbled in the dark with. Sylas knows what he wants, and he is going to take it…or give it…and he's certainly ensuring I have everything I need to hit new heights.

"Come for me, little feather," he croons as he quirks up his finger, buried knuckle deep inside me, and hits my g-spot with unerring accuracy.

My world explodes for the third time today, all because of this huge scarred gladiator with his rough fingers and silver tongue.

"Can I sheath myself in you?" he murmurs as the convulsions subside, his lips on mine allowing me to taste myself. "Can I make you grip my cocks as hard as you grip my finger? Can I make you scream my name as I fill you to the brim?"

Yet more spasms fire through me at his words. I wanted to tell Sylas to get as far away from me as possible as I'm bad news.

That went well.

"Cocks?" My brain comes back to life briefly, overriding my body.

Sylas lifts up and undoes the catch on his pants. If the significant lump in the soft leather hadn't been a clue to what he's about to reveal, it still doesn't stop my gasp as what springs out is…enormous.

"You have two!" I pant, my pussy pulsing at the sight.

Thick as my wrist, one cock is studded with nodes which look like they'll hit every possible point within me. The slightly smaller and thinner cock sits neatly beneath the bigger one in a groove. As Sylas strokes himself, it parts and lifts.

Will he fit?

I don't know, but I've always liked a challenge.

"Two cocks are the ultimate pleasure," Sylas growls, sliding his hands up my thighs to part them. "Let me pleasure you."

I nod, my legs trembling as he pushes up against my entrance. My gaze fixes at the battering ram he's about to use.

"Little feather," he rumbles. "Little feather," he repeats. "Eyes on me until I say otherwise."

Instantly, my gaze snaps to his face. The incredibly handsome face which has remained mostly unscathed, save for one long pale scar down his cheek. But it doesn't mar his beauty. If anything it enhances it, making him real.

This is real, isn't it?

Something huge presses me open. I feel a rush of moisture, but also something additionally slippery as, with an ease I wasn't expecting but a stretch which is incredible, Sylas slides inside.

"So tight, my sweet mate." His teeth are gritted, skin sheened with sweat. "You're taking me so well."

He withdraws a little, and I was right about the nodes, one hitting my g-spot and the sensitive area pulsing over him, drawing out a growl.

"The dome could not kill me, but you will, little feather," he murmurs, pushing back and going farther and deeper than before. Deep enough he can circle his hips.

I'm breathing hard, wanting to hold back, wanting to take all of this in, that I have an enormous gladiator, a killer, plundering my body, but I'm not sure I can. Everything Sylas is doing to me I should not be allowing, but his power, his eyes, his lips—they steal my ability to decide what's right and wrong.

Finally seated, Sylas withdraws and slams back in a move which sends my senses into overdrive. I'm grasping at anything at all in order to stay grounded. My fingers entwine in soft feathers, and all I can do is hold onto him as he sets up the most demanding rhythm, thumping hard, the nodes on his cocks scraping over my channel sending me into an ecstasy spiral which can only mean one thing.

When it sears through me, my orgasm is exquisite. The climaxes Sylas gave me before were only the appetizers. This thing is the main course, and it takes everything, the air from my lungs, the ability to control any limb. I pulse uncontrollably as it rolls through me, seeming never to end.

Sylas lifts his head and roars as his thrusts become irregular and I feel the gush of hot cum he releases, every defined muscle in his body straining to be as gentle as this huge giant can be.

"Sweet mate," he rasps through ragged breaths. "You have conquered your gladiator."