I heard some sounds, maybe talking, but it didn't concern me.I heard some sounds, maybe talking, but it didn't concern me. Until I felt the results. He stroked slowly, always just barely striking the back of my throat, and my reflex had tears streaming down my eyes. I wanted him, wanted him to come, please. I felt a slight caress against my ass and the pleasure drove me berserk, straining against the bonds, the chains. Aaden's cock in my mouth was going no faster, no more demanding. It was going to take forever, and I wanted it now! The touch was a mitten, somewhere my dim brain registered one of Aaden's four friends as a tindal. One spoke to another, and I understood the language, but I didn't try to comprehend it. The cock, Aaden's cock, was all that concerned me. That and the soft mitt at my backside. The mitt went away, and it returned, sharply, slapping my ass. The stinging pain made me try and cry out, but Aaden's cock muffled my scream. Again, and again. "Don't bite," Aaden chided me. "I might have to get rough." Damn you, damn you, the words shot through my mind. Get rough, then. Just don't tease me like this. The slaps stopped, and they hadn't been hard enough to leave much more than a mild sting. Tindal's don't have mush strength as it is. I could feel sometimes a soft coolness under my chin when a tear fell off of me, and sometimes one left a cool track down my throat. There was a soft warm breath over my ass, and then somebody pressed their lips to my buttocks. I groaned again. The lips kissed me gently. Dammit, who was he? I held perfectly still, not wanting to discourage those lips. I concentrated on Aaden's cock, but the lips approached my anus, slowly, and then whoever it was pressed a single kiss to my asshole. My mind reeled. Please, oh please. It went away, and as it did I felt Aaden's cock pull away as well. I cried out, incoherent with need. There was a shuffling, and the slight draft told me Aaden had left me, gone back to be with his buddies. |