290: 6.50 On To The Main Course [M]

6.50 On To The Main Course [M]

CW: tentacle-- no, dark tendrils play

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Jillian's breath hitched on his throat as he sensed the dark tendril crept closer to… to the rim of his hole, rubbing and smearing the wetness around the wrinkly muscles. "Izher!"

"What?" Izher replied leisurely. "Haven't you heard of foreplay before?"

Jillian wasn't so inexperienced that he hadn't heard of that word before! Even though his whole life had consisted of wars, official meetings and his duty as a Duke for general, he had also gone through a period of time in his life when he was the most curious and eager to explore every part of his body! But that wasn't what he meant by the question. What he wanted to know was, why was Izher the one who had to prepare him for… for what was to come?!

As if sensing his inner turmoil, Izher raised one brow and jutted his chin toward Regius. "Do you think he's capable enough to prepare you?" Then, to Jillian's shock, he reached for Regius' cock and rubbed on its tip with his thumb, pulling even more precum and unabashed groan from the bound deity. "Or… do you think you will be able to take this inside you without any preparation?"

"I—Inside—" Jillian almost choked on his saliva. His eyes couldn't help but drift toward Regius' raging erection. It was thick — yes, Jillian knew, he had it inside his mouth once before and almost flew to the Ninth Heaven because of that — with angry veins bulging on its underside. It was darker, or maybe this was the first time Jillian had seen it under daylight, so dark that its tip was almost purple, twitching once in a while under Izher's teasing fingers. 

Jillian swallowed. There was no doubt about it. He couldn't, for fuck's sake, he would definitely be torn apart if he had that monster inside him! He gritted his teeth and recalled how Izher said that he had taken Regius inside him many times before. There was no way Jillian would admit that he almost chickened out at this moment!

"Who… Who says that I can't?!" He retorted with a false bravado.

"I do." Izher deadpanned and then gave Regius an order. "Hold him down for me, will you?"

Before Jillian could react, Regius' arms had broken free from the bedpost, wrists still tied together, and he looped it around Jillian's neck to latch onto his lips once again. "Jillian… please…" Regius took his bottom lip between his teeth and nibbled. Regius' pleading look, the intermittent flash of pain on his lips, as well as the feeling of something finally breaching his lower part, almost sent Jillian over the edge. He couldn't help arching his back and moaned into Regius' lips and coincidentally, pushed his hips higher so that the dark tendrils were forced deeper inside him. 

"Good boy," Regius whispered as he massaged Jillian's scalp. "I know you can take it. My sweet, sweet Jillian. That's it…" His pupils started to dilate and the crimson haze intensified once again. He grabbed a fistful of Jillian's ponytail, tearing out a high-pitched keening noise from Jillian's throat which would mortify him to death if his brain hadn't turned into mush. Goodness, what was wrong with him? How could he like it so much when Regius treated him a little roughly?! "You're doing so well. Do you know how sweet you taste, Jillian? How delectable you look right now? Do you know how long I have craved for you?"

"Regius…" The longer he looked into Regius' eyes, the more intoxicated he was. His head felt as if stuffed in cotton and his nerves sparked to life, bubbling and causing his blood to soar. "Yes…" He confessed tremblingly. "Yes, I also… I have always wanted you…" 

The tendrils inside him increased in number, thicker and longer and Jillian's body tensed when they bumped into a particular spot inside of him. He cried out in shock and shivered violently in Regius' arms. Breathing heavily, Jillian zeroed in on the unfamiliar pleasure he hadn't felt before. W—What was that? It felt… weird, the good kind of weird…

"Ha!" Izher laughed in victory. "Found it."

As if on cue, the tendrils began to attack that particular spot and Jillian suddenly realized that he didn't know his body at all to begin with. He held onto Regius, breathing in his air as his lips bucked without him realizing, matching the rhythm Izher had set. Cries and gasps spilled forth unabashedly from his mouth, which was often muffled due to Regius devouring his lips greedily. 

His cock had long since spurted precum, adding on to the wetness on the plank of Regius' abdomen. Jillian couldn't breathe, his mind blissfully blank as the string on his body grew more and more taut. The itch coiled low in his belly, budding higher and higher until his body shook violently and he broke apart, all the while being held within Regius' arms as he rode through the most intense orgasm he had ever had.

Jillian's ears were ringing and he collapsed on Regius in a boneless heap, feeling as if his joints had come loose. Something must have changed inside his body, Jillian thought in daze. There was no way he would experience such a thing and didn't have his physique changed forever. 

His cheek was resting on Regius' chest and it took him a while to register the soft caress on his hair, and the praises whispered into his ears. "Good boy…" Regius' deep and husky voice rumbled deep from his chest which Jillian sensed vividly at his current position. He almost purred, contented as he basked in the praise. "My good, sweet Jillian. I know you can do this. Izher, thank you sweetheart. You are excellent."

Jillian turned to the side to see Izher appearing by Regius' side, leaning down to engage him in a wet, dirty kiss as Regius muttered sweet nothings into his lips. Jillian's eyes turned glazed and breaths heavier. This was the first time he had seen a kiss scene in person. Did he… Did he look like that too when Regius kissed him? Did he also make that kind of sound?

Oh damn. Jillian knew he shouldn't. It was weird — as if their current situation wasn't weird enough — but he couldn't help the excitement searing through his spine at the sight of them. 

He and Izher were one and the same, Jillian didn't know what it truly meant until now. He knew how he felt toward Regius; his possessiveness, pettiness, the sour taste of jealousy everytime Regius looked at another person. Regius was only allowed to look at him, touch him, smile at him, kiss him! 

No— not only him, but them. Jillian and Izher.

Izher was the one who broke the kiss, eliciting a dissatisfied grunt from Regius. He chuckled and tapped his forefinger on Regius' lips. "So impatient already?" 

After that, his eyes shifted to Jillian, so did Regius. Jillian bolted upright, flush spreading across his face down to his neck and chest at having caught staring openly. Why… Why were they looking at him like that?

Izher licked his lips and Regius' eyes shone with a predatory glint, the corner of his lips curled into a barely restrained smirk. 

"Jillian," they drawled out in unison.

Jillian gulped. Why did he feel like he had been caught in a trap? "W—What?"

"Sweetheart…" Regius rasped, his brows twisting in torment. "I need you…"

"He needs you." Izher echoed and snapped his fingers. More dark tendrils reached out toward Jillian, coiling around his arms and torso to lift him up. 

He exclaimed in surprise when his body was pulled lower. Legs spread wider, hole still dripping with the aftermath of the orgasm, the dark tendrils moved him until Regius' cock was lined directly under his entrance. 

A rush of thrill shot up to his head as he scrambled to prop himself up on Regius' abdomen as leverage, his lips parting in a breathless moan when he felt the head of Regius' cock rubbing and teasing his rim. He was so helpless like this, stripped of his will and only used for Regius' convenience. Jillian's cock spurted even more liquid at the thought.

"Now…" Under Jillian's widening eyes, Izher climbed up the bed and straddled Regius' face, excitement apparent in his face as he faced Jillian. "On to the main course."

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