by K. L. Hiers
“Ohh… fuck….” Ted groaned, his entire vocabulary reduced to that single word as Grell’s tongue slid in. There was no pain, no burn, only a faint hint of pressure and a tugging sensation as his body opened up.
It had been so long since someone had prepped him, and certainly no one had ever done it with a giant tongue. Grell had to be some sort of magic, because nothing had ever felt like this. Ted was worried he was already going to come, and he tried to breathe his way through the tension building between his legs.
Grell seemed to somehow sense his looming orgasm and took that as his cue to start fucking Ted with his tongue. He pushed it impossibly deeper, a never-ending thrust of slick muscle that felt better than any cock or toy ever had.
“Fuck, fuck, ohhh fuck!” Ted moaned, delirious from the new and exciting pleasure. He could actually feel Grell’s tongue twirling around his prostate, pounding into him relentlessly and making his legs shake. “Grell! Fuck! I’m, I’m right there!”
He’d meant it as a warning, but Grell accepted it as encouragement. His tongue thickened, stabbing into Ted’s prostate with merciless precision as it thrust into his wet hole.
“F-uckkk!” Ted whimpered, his voice cracking as his climax crashed into him. He watched his cock spurt and then slowly ooze a thick load across his stomach, amazed that he was able to come just from Grell’s fantastic tongue.
It didn’t want to end, his body still buzzing on the tipping point of insanity as he continued to spill, and Grell’s tongue refused to stop. All Ted could do was tremble and take it, groaning a long string of nonsense.
“Oh, so good, it’s so fuckin’, fuck, fuck-fuck-fuck, oh, my, fuck, oh my fuck, I can’t, it’s just, ohhh….”
“Mmmm,” Grell moaned, low and deep, finally releasing Ted from his orgasmic prison as he pulled his tongue free. He rose back up with a very satisfied smile, his tongue flopping out of his mouth to lap up Ted’s come. “Absolutely delicious, love.”
“You too,” Ted said, his mind completely fried. He was further amazed that he was still hard, and he gasped softly, “Grell, you’re fuckin’ amazing.”
“So are you, love,” Grell said, smacking his lips once he’d finished cleaning Ted up. “Mmph. Definitely need more of that.”
“You can totally have it whenever you want.” Ted laughed. His laughter was cut short when Grell’s fingers pushed inside his hole. He was so loose and wet now, and he easily got lost in Grell’s exploring fingers. “Fuck… what did you do to me?”
“Got you ready for me,” Grell said roughly, canting his head down for a deep kiss. “Mmm… you feel so perfect, love.”
“Come on,” Ted urged, bucking up into Grell’s hand. He was overwhelmed with the lust surging through his body, greedy and desperate for something to fill him up. “Just give ’em to me.”
“Patience,” Grell scolded affectionately, settling between Ted’s legs and lifting them up. “We’re going to take this slow—”
“Grell,” Ted grunted, grabbing one of Grell’s cocks and giving him a firm squeeze. “Now.”
“You’re so bossy.” Grell snickered, absolutely delighted, and rewarded Ted with a harsh bite on his shoulder. He stayed latched there and rolled his hips forward.
“Fuck!” Ted gasped from the flash of pain, loving the grip of Grell’s teeth and groaning as one of his thick cocks started to push in.
Even with Grell’s amorous prep, Ted was expecting some discomfort. There was absolutely none, and he only felt fabulous pleasure as before. He could feel his body stretching, gloriously full as Grell buried himself completely within him.
Releasing Ted’s shoulder, Grell turned his head to nuzzle his neck. “Oh, my love,” he purred, “you feel amazing… you’re so hot and tight… I’m going to make you come all night long.”
“Grell,” Ted whispered, not even recognizing his own voice. He sounded exhausted and desperate, and he reached up to grip Grell’s broad shoulders.
This is what he wanted: someone inside of him and making him fall apart. Finally receiving it just the way he wanted made him feel so vulnerable and fragile, and there must have been something about his expression that alerted Grell to this fresh wave of emotion.
“I’ve got you,” Grell murmured, his golden eyes shining bright. “I’m going to take care of you, love. All I want is to make you feel good… all you have to do is let me… all I want is you, just like this.”
Tears welling up in his eyes, Ted tried to speak, but all that came out was a low moan as Grell started to move. Only short thrusts at first, but soon they were deep and hard and Ted couldn’t believe how he was sobbing.
Nothing could possibly compare to Grell fucking him, leaving Ted a blubbering mess of sensation and bliss. Every thrust was positively perfect, filling him beyond anything he’d ever had before, and he was stunned when Grell suddenly got even bigger.
He could feel the tension twisting up in his body as Grell’s cock swelled inside of him, pushing impossibly deeper and making him ache in his very core. He thought briefly that Grell had slipped in his other cock, but that one he could feel rubbing between his cheeks. He didn’t understand what was happening except it was fantastic, and he dragged his nails up Grell’s shoulders with a groan.
“Oh fuck, that, that, keep fuckin’ doin’ that!” Ted pleaded, crying out when Grell gave him a fierce slam. He thought his stomach might have moved, and he threw his head back on the pillows. “Fuck… Grell!”
Grell was letting out low growls and greedy groans, sounding more animal than man as he pounded Ted’s tight ass. He was exuberant and quite vocal, whispering the filthiest things in Ted’s ear. “My love, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t even move….”
“Yes,” Ted whimpered.
“I’m going to pump your sweet little body with my come until you’re dripping. I want to hear you screaming my name while I’m filling you up….”
“Yes, fuck, yes!” Ted groaned as Grell grabbed his legs and forced them against his chest, starting to hammer away at him with a new intensity. All Ted could do was hang on and moan, the new angle making his head spin and his entire body buzz with pleasure.
He was going to come, he could feel it building, and Grell showed no signs of stopping. He grabbed the back of Grell’s neck and dragged him into a hot kiss. “Come on… come on, Your fuckin’ Highness… make me fuckin’ bust!”
Snarling ferociously, Grell bared his jagged teeth and fucked Ted until he was screaming. Grell was absolutely unhinged, and his teeth snapped down on Ted’s shoulder, biting hard.
Ted howled excitedly and immediately came—fuck, how, he was only half-hard and yet he was coming—and his stomach dropped as if he was falling. It was the most beautiful feeling, and Grell hadn’t stopped slamming into him.
His orgasm was still going, and Ted wrapped his arms around Grell’s neck to anchor himself. He groaned as Grell’s load filled him up, leaving him throbbing and still climaxing until he couldn’t breathe. It was too much, too good, and he was crying.
Grell’s lips pressed all over his face, kissing him sweetly as he gushed, “Oh, my love…. Ted… you were perfect.”
Ted’s legs fell down around Grell’s waist, and he kept clinging to Grell’s neck. He could feel Grell pulsing inside of him, and thick come was gushing out from his hole. The final tremors of his mind-shattering orgasm were fading, and he was still shaking and sweating.
“Holy fuck,” Ted whispered, gazing up at Grell in amazement. He didn’t know what else to say. No one had ever made him feel like this, and he kissed Grell with everything he had. He put what he couldn’t find the words to express into that kiss, sliding his hands through Grell’s hair.
Grell’s returning kiss was just as passionate, his thick arms curling beneath Ted’s back to hold him close. He was smiling, appearing so youthful and happy, breathless as he said, “So, I think that went well, eh?”
Ted laughed, wiping at his eyes with the heel of his hand. “You fuckin’ smarta
ss. That was… that was great. It was amazing.”
“You were pretty lovely too,” Grell teased, settling down on Ted’s chest and kissing the tip of his nose. “Mmm… need a moment?”
“A moment for what?” Ted asked dumbly.
“For the rest of me,” Grell replied with an innocent smile.
Ted realized he could still feel Grell’s other cock rubbing against him, hard and hot, and his stomach clenched.
But it wasn’t with trepidation—no, it was from excitement.
“We can stop,” Grell soothed, clearly misreading Ted. “Asra make love for hours, you see, but we—”
“I want it,” Ted insisted. “I wanna go again.” He was already scooting back to get up on his knees. He rolled over to present his ass to Grell, his face burning up as he urged, “Like this, come on.”
“Oh, by Great Azaethoth’s giant dangling gonads,” Grell whispered, his hands greedily squeezing Ted’s ass and spreading his cheeks. “You look positively divine like this, my love.”
Ted smothered his face in his hands, arching himself up. He could feel Grell’s come oozing out of him—fuck, it was so thick—and he whispered, “Just, uh, go slow, okay?”
“I will,” Grell assured him, shifting closer and pushing the tip of his second cock inside.
Ted gasped as he was penetrated again, amazed at how soft and wet his hole was. There was no resistance, and his body eagerly swallowed up every thick inch of Grell’s cock. It was a little weird to feel himself being stuffed with one cock while the other was sliding limply against his tailbone, but he didn’t mind.
Already he was thinking about whether Grell could stuff both inside of him, and his own cock flexed with interest. Fuck, just the very thought was overwhelming, and he had to remember to breathe or else he feared he might pass out.
It didn’t take long for that other cock to stiffen up again, but now Ted’s attention was solely focused on the one inside of him. There was impossible pressure and a new depth in this position, and he groaned loudly as Grell began to leisurely thrust.
“You’re so beautiful,” Grell praised, running his palms up Ted’s hips and stroking the broad muscles of his back. “Do you like this? Do you feel good?”
“Yes,” Ted grunted, parting his legs and backing up on Grell with a happy moan. “Feels so fuckin’ good….”
“Just relax,” Grell murmured. “I’ve got you.” He rolled forward, slow and gentle, pulling out almost completely before plunging back into Ted’s hole.
Ted melted beneath every tender thrust, relaxing and dragging a pillow over to rest his head on. He loved this completely. He could give himself over, and Grell was more than glad to take care of him. It was so good, so very good, and he couldn’t remember a time when anyone had ever worshipped his body like this.
Although the brutal pace from before had been fun, this slower and more intimate rhythm was positively heavenly.
Or would that be Zebulon-ly, he wondered with a blissful smile.
Whatever he called it, he knew he’d never experienced such bliss. He could feel a lick of fire moving down his spine, and the urge for release was building once more. He gasped more urgently, and he moaned when Grell moved faster.
Soon the force of Grell’s hips pressed Ted flat against the bed, and Grell teased his fangs along the back of Ted’s neck. Ted shivered, squeezing his pillow and moaning pitifully, savoring the sound of their bodies slapping together.
Grell slammed in deep, holding himself inside and rolling his hips in wide circles. “Oh, my love… your little body is going to make me come again… you’re so damn good, I can hardly stand it.”
“Grell….” Ted was rendered speechless, all of the pressure inside of him winding up tight and making him cry out.
“Come, love,” Grell growled. “Let me take you with me… come on….”
Ted didn’t know how it was happening, but each delicious grind was sending him closer to another climax. His muscles were weird and heavy, and he didn’t think he could….
Grell’s cock moved inside him with impossible dexterity, and there was new pressure against his prostate. His mouth opened to moan, but all he could do was suck in oxygen and try not to scream. Another twitch of Grell’s cock and he was coming again, suddenly wailing into his pillows.
Ted’s orgasm continued to rock every inch of his body, and he shook all over. He didn’t think he could form a single word, his muscles turning to goo, and he let out a desperate moan when he felt Grell stuttering and coming inside of him.
For a moment, they were totally in sync. Every throb of Grell’s cock pulsing in his ass made Ted ache, and he swore their hearts were beating as one. The ecstasy left him whimpering, his skin numb and tingling down to the tips of his fingers.
Grell’s unrelenting stamina finally seemed to falter, and he collapsed lazily against Ted’s back, kissing the bite marks he’d left behind on his shoulder. “Mm…. Tedward of Aeon, you continue to be spectacular.”
Ted gave him a thumbs-up.
Grell laughed, snuggling close and nuzzling Ted with a very satisfied sigh. “Need a breather, love?”
“Uh-huh,” Ted said, amazed that he had even been able to say that. His body was heavy and tired, but so very warm and content. No one had ever left him feeling so ruined and equally revered. He groaned when Grell pulled out, then rolled over onto his side to face him.
Grell pressed their lips together in a brief kiss, asking sincerely, “Are you all right, love? Did I hurt you?”
“No,” Ted said quickly, clearing his throat and trying to get his mouth working properly again. “I’m so good. So fucking good.” He stretched his shoulders back and winced when the bite burned a little. “Might be feeling that later, though.”
“I’ll heal you,” Grell promised, “but right now, I’m enjoying looking at you. Marked, I mean. As if you’re mine.”
“I am yours,” Ted said, meeting Grell’s eyes with a little smile. “Dating, right? We’re a thing now.” He stretched again and groaned at the lingering ache in his bones. “Pretty sure after what we just did, more than a piece of me is yours, because you just fuckin’ owned me.”
“Good,” Grell said with a very pleased grin. They kissed again, reaching out their arms to embrace and cuddle. “Oh, very good, because I shall like to do that again soon.”
“Very soon?”
“Oh, very much so.”
Ted was still trying to sort out his thoughts from what had just happened, but he couldn’t resist a big smile. Grell’s eager appetite was infectious, and he snickered. “Fuck, I’ve created a monster.”
“Guilty,” Grell laughed gleefully.
“Oh, you just wait,” Ted taunted. “Let me get my shit together over here and we’re gonna talk about both of those cocks going in my—”
“Your Highness!” An Asra suddenly appeared right beside the bed.
Ted jumped, embarrassed and cursing. “Fuck! I hate that shit so much!”
“What is it?” Grell demanded, pulling the blankets over Ted with a snap of his fingers and glaring at the Asra. “I said that I didn’t want to be disturbed. As you can see, we’ve been working very hard on the prisoner’s defense.”
“Vizier Ghulk wishes to speak with you,” the Asra said worriedly. “Says he has urgent news for the trial, and he must see you at once!”
“Fine.” Grell grunted. “Tell him to meet me in court in ten minutes.”
“Right away, Your Highness,” the Asra confirmed, bowing his head and vanishing.
“This should be fun,” Grell said grumpily.
“So much for round two of dessert,” Ted mumbled. “Or was it three?”
“Oh, don’t you worry, love,” Grell assured him. “Round three is still guaranteed.”
“You sure about that?” Ted grinned, pushing himself up for a kiss. “Mmmph. As much as I am dying for some more of that dick—”
“Don’t you mean dicks?” Grell snickered.
“Yeah, the
m too. As much as I want them, you swore we’d get back to the case as soon as dessert was over.”
“Are you sure that was me?” Grell frowned. “Mm, doesn’t sound like me.”
“Yes.”
“Hmmph. Well, as soon as you’re a free man, Tedward of Aeon, I am going to spend entire days satisfying every juicy inch of your body.”
“Promise?”
“Pinkie promise.”
Chapter 9.
GHULK LOOKED like he was practically shaking with excitement when Ted and Grell teleported into court before him. Ted wrinkled his nose when he saw that Mire’s corpse was still here and starting to swell.
Probably why it was just the three of them in there now, he mused to himself. No one else wanted to deal with the stench.
He and Grell had gotten dressed, but even with magic it hadn’t been easy. They’d barely been able to keep their hands off each other and almost ended up back in bed. Definitely would have been nicer than standing here staring at Ghulk, but Ted knew they still had a case to solve. The hours were flying by in a wonderful rush of excitement and passion, but soon they were going to run out.
Ghulk’s hooves clapped against the floor as he bowed down, exclaiming, “Your Highness! Thank you so much for meeting me! I have news about Humble Visseract!”
“Did he write a signed confession and throw himself in the dungeon?” Grell asked wistfully.
“What?” Ghulk was aghast, shaking his giant head. “No, Your Highness! I think I’ve discovered his motives for murdering your beloved cousin! I’ve been listening to rumors from court, and he learned that you had given Mire your key—”
“Yes, to the pits,” Grell said briskly. “We already know that.”
“Uh….” Ghulk was alarmed. “You do?”
“Uh-huh,” Ted chimed in.
“Well… hmm.” Ghulk tittered for a moment and suddenly jumped. “Ha! Well, I’ve got more news, Your Highness! Did you know he was in league with Gronoch, the god of healing and attrition?”
“Yup,” Grell said, emphasizing the P with a loud pop of his lips. He crossed his arms, clearly unimpressed. “Next you’re going to tell me that this means war because Visseract met with Gronoch down in the pits, aren’t you?”