Happy Sexy Saturday, kits and kittens! Please check out your newsletters for a very sexy treat starring Jimmy and Boss Cold! For today’s post, I’m sharing something a little bit different. The first title of my brand new paranormal mystery series, Acsquidentally In Love, starts editing next month with my new publisher. I’ve been working on its sequel and I just finished this new sexy little scene!
I’d love for you all to meet King Thiazi Grell and Theodore Sturm! Enjoy! <3333
Warnings: NSFW/monstrous tongues/blowjobs
Grell’s responding kiss was fierce, pushing Ted down into the plush pillows and owning every inch of his mouth with a long swipe of his rough tongue. It was hotter than Ted could have ever dreamed of, and he would be replaying this moment in his mind for years to come.
A few days ago, he’d been caught in the soul-sucking grind of a depressing job, quite literally haunted by ghosts and left longing for any lowly scrap of affection. Now he was kissing a handsome king in a glowing castle floating out amongst the stars.
Sure, he was still fighting asinine murder charges and the king could turn into a giant cat monster, but it was still progress.
Ted moaned, reaching up to grab Grell’s shoulders. He couldn’t get over how soft his lips were or how strong his hands were as they explored the broad lines of his body. Ted wanted to wrap himself all around him, and ow, ow, ow!
Still full of nasty fish people venom.
“Fuck!” Ted growled angrily, his muscles seizing up in pain and forcing him to break the kiss. “Ulgh, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Grell said softly, smiling with such a warmth that he seemed decades younger. He gently nuzzled Ted’s cheek, placing a tender kiss there as he said, “Mm, just relax… and try not to move.”
“Wh-what are you doing?” Ted asked nervously.
“Taking care of you,” Grell replied, his golden eyes shining brightly as he glanced down over Ted’s thick chest. His hand slid over the thin fabric of his tunic, finding his nipple and petting it slowly.
Ted groaned, feeling himself shiver and twitch, his cock growing hard and absolutely nowhere to hide. He couldn’t relax, feeling the urge to move and take over, to take control. “Grell, shouldn’t I…”
“Theodore,” Grell said firmly, tilting his head back down for a sweet kiss. “If you want me to stop, then tell me now. Otherwise, lay back, relax, and let me rock your little mortal world, hmm?”
“O-okay,” Ted said, his hands unclenching by his sides. “I can do that. Totally.”
“The constant expectation to take control has left you feeling inadequate when you’re put in this position, hmm?” Grell gently dragged a single finger down Ted’s chest to his hip, the tunic magically fading away. “You want someone else to take over, and yet, it’s been so long that you don’t know how…”
“Fuck,” Ted whispered, watching his chest tremble as Grell began to kiss his way down to his stomach. He felt his cock flex and he whimpered, secretly thrilled that he couldn’t move. It made it easier to give in and let Grell do what he wanted, and Ted whispered, “Yes…”
“It’s all right,” Grell promised, lavishing the crest of Ted’s hipbone with wet smooches. “I’ve got you, love. I’ll take care of everything.”
“What, uh, what are you doing?” Ted asked, excited and curious.
“All this talk about sucking dick has given me the most lovely idea,” Grell teased slyly. He ran his hands over Ted’s muscular thighs, getting settled between them as he licked his lips. “I think I may in fact…” He dropped his voice to a sultry whisper. “…Suck your dick.”
Ted could not look away from Grell’s tongue. Flicking it out like that over his lower lip wasn’t so unusual, but Ted had never noticed before just how long it was. Grell’s tongue was much longer than a normal human’s, and it looked even thicker.
Grell noticed Ted staring and stuck out his tongue with a lecherous wink. Yup. Definitely long, thick, and absolutely made for sinful things.
“Oh, fuck,” Ted gasped without meaning to.
“Oh, yes,” Grell chuckled, eyeing Ted’s cock and bowing his head down. He nuzzled against his hard shaft, breathing him in with a luxurious sigh. “Mm, I just know you’re going to taste fantastic.”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Ted panted. “Just…” He couldn’t even finish the thought, faltering for a conclusion that didn’t sound lame.
Just what? Be gentle? Be patient? Don’t be surprised if it’s over in seconds?
“Don’t worry, love. I’ll still respect you in the morning,” Grell teased, opening his mouth up wide and sinking down on Ted’s cock with a loud groan.
The sudden wet heat made Ted gasp, and he had to remind himself that he couldn’t move much without it hurting. He watched in awe as Grell took every inch of him without hesitation, squeaking, “Holy crap! That’s, that’s so good!”
Grell sucked him slowly, stroking his cock with his tongue from base to tip inside his mouth. It was an incredible feeling, and Ted feared he wouldn’t be able to last very long. He took a few deep breaths, focused on enjoying himself but trying not to bust too fast.
Then Grell did something that Ted couldn’t explain: His tongue began to wrap *around* his shaft, spiraling down and squeezing as he sucked.
“F-fuck!” Ted wheezed, his hands fisting into the sheets. He’d never felt anything so intense, lost in the lovely warmth and pulsating pressure of Grell’s wicked tongue wrapped so intimately around him.
Grell somehow managed to look smug, glancing up at Ted as if to gauge his pleasure. He kept his tongue going, twisting and untwisting down Ted’s cock as he bobbed his head, stuffing his own throat as far as he could go.
Which, apparently, was all the fucking way.
Ted’s hips jerked up despite his best efforts, and he moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He gasped when Grell pushed him down to pin his body against the bed, and that made all of this even hotter. His balls were already tightening up, and he was doomed. Oh, he was so freakin’ doomed.
Grell wouldn’t stop, apparently determined to make Ted absolutely lose his mind. He squeezed Ted’s sides, his powerful hands sliding down his hips and thighs as he gave him the best blowjob of his entire life.
“Grell!” Ted cried out in warning, shaking and twitching as the king’s hot mouth dragged him over the edge. He couldn’t stop, coming hard and groaning as his back arched right off at the bed. The bliss blinded the discomfort, and he pulsed down his tight throat.
Growling possessively, Grell grabbed Ted’s ass and held him suspended off the bed, swallowing back all that he had to offer and sucking more passionately as if he could milk out more if he just tried hard enough.
“Hunghh…. oh… oh, God!” Ted sounded hysterical to his own ears, his toes curling up as Grell kept taking and taking. He was waiting for the agony of overstimulation to steal his joy, but it never came. He was totally enslaved by Grell’s wicked tongue, and his climax seemed never ending.
He breathed in, still coming.
He breathed out, still coming.
Ted could feel tears in his eyes, and he clawed at the bed, not sure whether to cry or scream or both. He heard Grell growl, and the intense explosion of sensation finally began to fade. It was a steady drop, like a feather floating down on a light breeze, and left him totally exhausted.
Grell had returned his hips to the bed and finally pulled off with one last lick, giving Ted full view of his especially dexterous tongue.
“Holy… fuck…” Ted managed to wheeze, his bones sinking into the mattress as Grell climbed back up to claim a kiss. Ted’s lips were tingling as they kissed, and he was absolutely buzzing from the most fantastic orgasm of his entire life.
“Consider your world… rocked,” Grell taunted with a gorgeously smug smile, pecking Ted’s nose. “Mmm. You tasted even better than I thought you would, Theodore.”
“Awesome,” was all Ted could manage.
“Just wait until you have my cocks,” Grell purred.
“Cocks?” Ted echoed.
Grell had certainly misspoken. He had to be joking. He was always joking. There was no freakin’ way…
Grell was grinning so very proudly.
Ted didn’t know if he would survive it, but hell if it wouldn’t be fun to try.