Finally, when he couldn’t take anymore, Faris stood back, panting. His cock was painfully hard, ready to explode.
“So good,” Stella cooed, her hands cupping her own breasts. “A natural. I can tell how much you enjoyed it. You would do well as a master in your own right with a little training.”
Had he enjoyed it? God, he was beating and slapping the man who could attack his home planet from space, leaving them no time to react or retaliate. His mind reeling, Faris pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes. “This is too much.”
“No, no, no, just look at what you have done.” Stella pulled his hands down, dipping her head in Ulric’s direction. “See, he was so good for you. He took his discipline so well. He held still, knowing you would look after him. Wasn’t he good?”
Faris met Ulric’s gaze and couldn’t believe the change in what he saw. The older man was panting, his eyes wide and fixed on Faris—like he was waiting for something.
Nodding, Faris balled his hands and tried to calm his breathing.
“Yes, he did very well.” Faris nodded. “So good for me.”
“I think he’s earned a reward.” Stella moved away from Faris and bent to release Ulric’s hands. “Would you like that?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Of course you would. I’m please you finally remembered your training. I was concerned, but I needn’t have been. You did everything perfectly for us.” Stella moved around and freed first one leg, then the other. “Faris did well too. I think he has earned a treat too.”
Ulric’s gaze moved to where Faris’ erection tented his pants. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Kneel before him.”
Ulric didn’t hesitate, though he stumbled to his hands and knees, his legs unable to hold his weight. Faris watched, fixated, as Ulric, commander of armies, crawled toward him across the marble floor. Ulric sat up and winced as his ass connected with his feet, but he made no move to shift position.
Silence again, as Faris tried to make sense of it all. He knew it was up to him to make the next move, to maneuver them both to the next stage. Neither of them had a choice, not after they’d grown so close. With his mind cleared of thought, Faris reached down and undid the opening of his pants.
“You did do well.” His cock pushed free from its confines, bobbing inches away from his stomach. “Pleased me very much.”
Ulric’s mouth fell open, his tongue pressed against the inside of his teeth. “Please, Sir.”
Air locked in Faris’ lungs and shock penetrated through to his core. “What did you call me?” This was Ulric lying before him, begging. Lust clouded his mind, preventing his brain from working properly. This was his mentor at his feet.
Ulric looked up and licked his bottom lip. “Sir.”
Stella walked behind Ulric, leaned forward to cup his cheeks with her hands. “Give him his reward, Faris. He’s earned it.”
He didn’t move as Stella guided Ulric’s open mouth to his straining cock. Wet heat enveloped the swollen crown and Faris reached out and covered Stella’s hands with his own to stop the forward progress.
“Fucking, God.” He moaned as his orgasm nearly overtook him.
Stella realized and slapped his hand away and pinched the base of his cock, staving off his release. “Not yet. I keep forgetting you are not experienced. Perhaps this will help.”
She quickly retrieved a cock ring and snapped it into place. The leather pulled tight and Faris knew it would slow him down from coming. Given how tight it was, he most likely wouldn’t be unable to come until it was removed. It was uncomfortable, yet thrilling. The sensations intensified—everything became brighter, sharper, and considerably more present.
“Now you’re ready.” Stella raked her hand across Ulric’s scalp.
Faris ignored her, keeping his gaze locked onto Ulric’s open mouth. The red flesh pushed beyond the swollen lips, painting the most obscene and erotic picture he’d ever seen. He couldn’t stop his forward momentum, pushing until Ulric’s mouth encased the cock ring and his nose was buried against Faris’ pubic hair.
“Yes,” Stella moaned, encouraging them. “You’re so big and thick, but he can take all of you. So beautiful together. Ulric, you’re doing so well.”
“This feels incredible.” Faris swallowed hard and fought the urge to close his eyes.
He didn’t want to miss anything. “Hot and wet.”
Ulric pulled back, scraping his teeth along the underside of the shaft as he did.
When he reached the tip, Ulric ran his tongue around the tip, flicking and teasing the slit before hollowing out his cheeks and pushing forward once more.
They quickly settled into a steady rhythm—scraping and sucking, Ulric’s hands squeezing Faris’ thighs to steady his body. It wasn’t enough for Faris. Stella hadn’t moved from her position, her gaze steady on each of them—watching.
“More?” Faris croaked, squeezing the sides of Ulric’s face.
“Yes, more.” Stella nodded. “You’ve fucked a person before?”
“Yes.”
“Ulric, stop.” The older man froze, his lips still wrapped around the shaft. “Relax.”
There was no acknowledgement beyond a slackening of his jaw. Faris watched the tension steadily drain from Ulric until he wasn’t sure he’d be able to continue to hold his body upright.
Stella smiled and patted Ulric’s cheek. “Good boy. Faris, I want you to fuck his face.”
He almost came despite the ring. “I…how?”
“Hold his face like you are now and fuck. Simple.”
“But…I might choke him.”
Stella chuckled. “You won’t. He’s well trained to suck cock.”
Ulric groaned and Faris watched the cage around his cock and balls bob with a pulse of arousal. It was permission enough. Rubbing his thumbs over Ulric’s cheekbones, Faris gave an experimental thrust forward.
Perfect.
He’d been with a few women, but this was unlike anything else he’d experienced.
Breath and heat, wet moisture surrounding him and blocking out the rest of the universe until only he and Ulric remained.
Deeper and deeper he pushed, until he could go no further. Ulric didn’t resist, taking every inch into his throat. Periodically, Ulric would swallow, the muscles of his throat constricting around his cock. Each time he did, Faris found it harder to stand, the muscles of his legs quivering with the effort to keep his body vertical. He shuddered and shook as orgasm after orgasm was denied, unable to breach the firm grasp of the ring.
“I need…to come,” he managed to get out between gasps. Locking his gaze with the woman calmly standing before him, Faris moaned. “Stella, please let me.”
She didn’t speak, simply reached over and flicked the release of the ring, letting it fall to the floor. One, two more thrusts were all it took for his orgasm to explode. The pleasure seemed to start low in his toes and deep in his chest, only to race toward his cock and burst out as ropes of thick cum down Ulric’s throat. The screams ripped from Faris, but he could do nothing to prevent it. He’d lost control of his body, his mind was shutting down from the overload. Thank God he was being supported by Stella and Ulric.
Somehow he managed to keep to his feet long enough for his orgasm to subside before dropping like a stone to his knees. He wasn’t sure who kissed who, but when he came back to his senses, his lips were locked with Ulric’s. The taste of his cum still filled his mentor’s mouth as Faris licked and tasted himself. Bitter and strong, he wondered how it was for Ulric.
“Thank you,” Faris whispered, sucking on Ulric’s bottom lip. “Thank you, thank you.”