16. Cyrus

16

CYRUS

I had to give it to Nico, he was good at convincing me to try things I’d never so much as thought of before. As his lips enclosed around the tip of my semi-erect cock, I allowed myself to fall back into his lurid fantasies for the second time in a day. His hands caressed me, his eyes trained downwards. I didn’t know exactly what this morning would bring, but I did know one thing – he was committed to making it pleasurable at the very least.

He pulled his lips away and began to stroke me harder. His thumb ran over the tip, already leaking precum. I wouldn’t last as long as I normally did, I could already feel it. Nico was determined to make the most of our precious time together, though, and he did his best to drag out every single touch.

“It’s perfect,” he told me, “the way it curves, the thick, bulbous head, the veins traveling along the length – I don’t know how you’ve gone your entire sex life without something telling you that before.”

“Most people don’t care as much about genitalia as you do,” I said gruffly.

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” He paused to lick the precum off his fingers, licking his lips when he was done. “People just don’t appreciate orc cock enough, and it’s a real shame.”

Nico’s lavishing praise might have been a touch overdone, but I didn’t mind. In fact, I rather liked it. He made me feel important, and like I was worthy of as much love as any other species of monster. I was every bit as special as he kept saying, I didn’t mind admitting it.

“Oh, Nico, keep doing that,” I groaned. “That feels nice.”

His grip loosened and he broke eye contact with my cock to look up at me. “Nice? Just nice ? Come on, Cyrus, you can do better than that.”

“Incredible – it feels incredible.”

He turned his attention back to my cock, heeding my pleas for him to keep going. I was hard as a rock now, and there was no turning back. If we were to be interrupted now, heaven forbid, I would have the most terrible case of blue balls of my life – or green balls, as it were.

He dipped his head again, taking as much of me into his mouth as he could fit. I dug my fingers into the sheets, nails gripping into them like claws. A bit of drool trickled down past one of my fangs. This was not the same Cyrus from a few weeks ago. No, this beast was wholly unfamiliar to me. Nico was changing me, whether I wanted him to or not.

He got up from his hands and knees, sitting back on the bed. He still cradled my cock in his hands, but he kept moving his jaw back and forth as he sat there.

“I don’t think I can go quite that far again for a while,” he admitted with a laugh. “Sorry.”

“Please, don’t apologize. You’re doing well enough without using your entire mouth and throat.”

He got back into position on his knees and watched the way I twitched in his grip for a few long minutes. My cock ached, begging for more, begging to be sent over the edge, but I was in Nico’s capable hands now, and while my words might have held some sway over him, I trusted him to deal with me however he deemed best.

“It’s beautiful,” he murmured between sucking and licking and kissing. “It’s so beautiful. How were you blessed with the most incredible cock, when most of us get this ?”

He pointed to his erection, which looked perfectly enticing to me. “It came with all the other wonderful quirks of being an orc,” I replied, hoping the sarcasm wasn’t too dripping to ruin the mood.

My breaths between talking or moaning or whimpering were growing heavier. There was a point when I felt as though I could’ve torn an entire building down with my strength, but now, as he wore me thinner, I was practically melting into the bed. I didn’t know it was possible for a man to singlehandedly break me in the way that Nico had. All my life, I thought it took more than what most humans could do to get me going and keep me interested long enough to please their increasing demands.

But Nico, well, he was different. He massaged and caressed me, first gently, then a little harder, stroking my shaft with hands that must have been cramping by now, until I came harder than ever before. I saw stars as I squeezed my eyes shut, the swirls of color and light dancing around behind my eyelids.

When I opened my eyes again, he was lying back on the end of the bed, exhausted so early in the morning. I sat up and crawled toward him, flopping down next to him hard enough to make the bedsprings squeak.

“Nico?” I murmured.

“Yes?” he asked, staring up at the ceiling.

“Nico, may I tell you something?”

“Of course – anything.”

“I…think I’m falling in love with you.”