271: 6.31 Corrupting A God [M]

6.31 Corrupting A God [M]

They had never gone this far; never had the chance to.  2

Indeed, they had the habit of making out as soon as Regius showed himself, hidden from everyone's sight with their gaps muffled between each other's mouth. It always felt like a race against time. Jillian counted each second in his mind, dreading it more and more when it came to the moment when Regius' body started to fade away. 

What could they do in ten or fifteen minutes if Jillian couldn't get enough of kissing him no matter how long it was? He couldn't stop tasting Regius' lips, raking in his sweetness and drinking in everything he had to offer. And in the end, they could only settle with caressing and touching each other's body through the clothes.

Jillian had tried to shove the desire for more into a solid box and tucked it deep into the back of his mind; reminding himself every single time that he should be satisfied with being able to touch Regius, to kiss him, to feel his body pressed against him. Yet every single time, he couldn't help but feel bereft and empty when Regius left, leaving him with frustration with nowhere to vent.

Finally… Jillian smiled with glee. He could finally exact his small petty revenge. 

"What?" He asked with wide, innocent eyes. "I've said that this is punishment for you."

Veins throbbed on Regius' forehead and his legs twitched from where Jillian's arm was pressing him down. The more frustrated he looked, the more satisfied Jillian became. "Is it hard?" He whispered and started to move again. Gently this time, so so slow that he knew it would be plain torture. And as he had expected, Regius let out another stifled groan and he was clutching onto the armchair so hard that Jillian wondered if it would break. "Have you learned your lesson?"

"Jillian…" He rasped and— Heavens, Jillian couldn't help the bubble of laughter rising on his throat. Regius looked so wretched, tormented, taken apart. Jillian had never seen him so discomposed before, it was such a marvelous sight. "Please…"

Jillian's smile abruptly froze on his face. How could that one word sound so heavenly and immoral at the same time? Hearing Regius beg so prettily under him was… His grip on the man's cock subconsciously tightened and Regius' body grew tense again. 

This time, Jillian held still and witnessed beads of sweat forming on his forehead, as well as the faint blush that colored his cheekbones. His lips were wet with faint teeth marks on it, and Jillian was almost jealous that he wasn't the one who had engraved it on him. With his head tilted back slightly and the pale column of his throat bared, he looked so alluring that it was sinful to see. Shivers ran through Jillian from the soles of his feet to the tip of his hair. Was this how corrupting a God felt like?

"Please what?" Jillian asked, breathless.

Lu Yizhou lifted his eyelids, the rims of his eyes were tinged red. He opened his lips to say something but before he could, Jillian abruptly let go and took a step back. Smiling at Regius' disbelieving look, he pointed out. "Unfortunately, my dear, our time is up."

Right on cue, Regius' body started to disintegrate.

Jillian stepped back until he could lean against the wall behind him and then slowly undid his trousers, just enough to tug it down and pull out his achingly leaking cock. Staring at Regius with an unabashed grin, Jillian started to pleasure himself. His palm that had gotten wet earlier due to Regius' release was currently holding onto his own length and the knowledge that both of their liquids were mixed together almost made Jillian's control snap. He threw his head back and let out a long breathy groan, licking his lips and giving Regius a sly wink.

"Your punishment ends here," he said in between ragged breaths. And then, knowing that Regius could do nothing to him in his doll state, he deliberately added. "It's been too long for me. You don't mind that I am doing this, right? Do not worry, I will be quick—"

He promptly choked on his words when instead of transforming back into a doll, Regius' flickering figure suddenly solidified once again. This time, it was Regius' turn to smirk as he stood up and stalked toward Jillian like a predator that was fixated on his prey.

"You…" Jillian was so surprised that he forgot what to say. "How…"

"Jillian, my love." Regius arrived in front of him and gracefully dropped to his knees, staring up at him with crinkles on his eyes. His face and mouth was so, so close to Jillian's cock. When he spoke, Jillian could feel the ghost of his breath there. Tremors quaked his entire body and he didn't even breathe, had forgotten that his body needed air to sustain. "You can't be thinking that I will leave just like this?" Jillian jerked when Regius replaced his palm with his own searing one, his silver eyes twinkled in anticipation. "This is my punishment, right? If so, then you should do it properly." And then, he took Jillian length into his mouth.

A cry escaped his lips and his knees buckled from the sudden warmth enveloping his sensitive cock but Regius grabbed his thighs firmly, planting him against the wall. It was certain now, Jillian was going to die. He was going to die and combust into millions particles of dust, to exist in nothing but the sensation of Regius' mouth on him. He steeled himself to look down and — bless him — it was like the scene straight out of his wildest fantasy. Regius' red lips strained around his girth, cheeks hollowed as he took him in expertly until Jillian felt himself bumping into the back of Regius' throat. 

Jillian scrambled to press his palms against the wall behind him for leverage but then, Regius tugged his hand and placed it on his own head instead. The meaning behind his action was clear and Jillian was sure that his heart ceased beating right at that second. Gingerly, he slipped his fingers through Regius' hair, cradling his head as the man continued to devour Jillian with relish.

Jillian almost thought that he was dreaming.

Regius, on his knees. Sucking Jillian off like he was trying to drain Jillian dry — and at this rate, he might as well did. He had an entranced look on his eyes as if there was nothing more pleasurable in this world he'd rather do. Jillian couldn't help but screwed his eyes shut. The visual impact was too destructive. 

Regius, on his knees. Jillian was having a God on his knees, reduced to nothing but a cocksucker, just like those little sweet housewives who were striving to please their husbands.

Gasps and grunts fell upon his lips one after another. His body was trembling so hard it was a wonder how he hadn't rattled out of his skin yet. 

Regius didn't even bother to tease him, striving to make him come with the littlest amount of time. He was bobbing his head almost madly, taking Jillian's entire length in before pulling until only the tip remained, swirling and hooking the tip of his tongue past the foreskin until he could lick off every drop of precum there was. A blissful hum echoed from deep within his throat and the vibration it carried finally tipped Jillian over the edge. With a strained cry, he gripped onto Regius' head and gave one last thrust into that alluring mouth of his, shooting loads of jizz down the man's throat which he swallowed almost too eagerly.

The force of his release was so overwhelming that Jillian's vision turned dark and when he finally came to his senses after an indefinite amount of time, he was already lying on his bed with the doll Regius tucked within his arm. His body was still thrumming with the aftermath of the passion, and he couldn't even muster the strength to move a finger.

"You…" He rasped, voice hoarse. He rolled to press the doll beneath him, chuckling as he cradled Regius close to his heart and nosed into his hair which faintly smelled like sweat. "Regius, you fiend, are you trying to kill me…?"

A breeze caressed his cheek. Somehow, Jillian felt as if Regius was laughing at him. This jerk! Hmph, Jillian was feeling so good that he couldn't even bring himself to be angry.

"Just wait…" He murmured, his eyelids drooping by each second as exhaustion overtook him. "I will return everything twofold. No, a hundred folds…" Unable to fight off the drowsiness anymore, he finally dozed off.

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