...Orion felt his legs released from the shackles, but he had no thought of fighting to free himself. No, his only thought was to be filled as quickly as possible. To submit to whatever this man wanted to do to him.
“What are you going to do?” he gasped as the master folded his legs up over his chest.
The eerie flame-bright eyes of the master gazed back at him and he was unable to look away. And then he felt it. The wide tip of a well-oiled penis sliding over the opening of his anus. He shuddered with the sensation, the need to have him inside.
“I have much to teach you, Orion. About the act of penetration. Of seduction.”
Orion’s hands fisted as he fought the raging waves of need. The tip of the master’s penis hardly penetrated him, only an inch or so inside him. His hands slid upward along Orion’s chest, twisting his nipples.
“I can’t stand it. Fuck me, damn you. I need to come.”
The master pulled from inside him, swirled the tip over the nerve endings of his hole, then again entered. Orion could feel himself expand easily now to accept him.
“Nine inches, Orion, that’s how much of me you will take. You will accept every single inch and you will feel each inch as I possess you. Every measure of my cock inside you will bring you closer to complete submission. When you beg for that last inch, when my balls are snug against your ass, then I will own you completely.”
Orion remembered the feel of the wind beneath him as he flew through the air, a wild thing free to come and go as he pleased. He remembered the women who’d come to him, begging to be fucked by the wild birdman of the jungle. He had never failed to provide them with what they wanted, had easily seduced those who wanted but were unsure, and had always given them satisfaction, the look of complete satiation on their faces before they left his nest.
But he had never felt this deep, swelling of sensation that this man was drawing from him now. It was too much. And he knew, deep down that this man would have from him exactly what he had said.
His mind was a blur, his hands balled into fists as he tried to fight the attraction for the skilled man who lay over his body. When this night was over he would be a changed man from the one who had been brought here and laid out for the powerful lord’s pleasure.
He grunted as he felt another inch of the thick cock press inside him, felt his nerve endings heat at the penetration. And then Serratin withdrew once again and Orion couldn’t bear it. Acting as a turnkey, Serratin twisted the well-primed spring inside Orion tighter and tighter until the birdman couldn’t breathe. The need to be claimed curbed the heat of rebellion inside his soul. The hard dick never left him completely. It swirled over his now loosened opening, notched at his hole, plugging him as the walls of his defiance crumbled around him.
It seemed Lord Serratin had all the time in the world as he again proceeded to penetrate Orion’s passage.
“Three inches is what I’ve given you, Orion, less than half my length.” He rested there, inside the hot channel. Orion looked at him and knew the need was there in his expression for Serratin to see. The master’s glittering gaze studied him dispassionately. He was using sex to break him down, to make Orion bend beneath his strong will. “We have a long way to go. Do you want more? Tell me you want another inch. Ask me for it the way a slave should ask the lord and master who owns his soul.”
Orion fought it, but it was no good, he needed to feel more. “Please, master.”
“Please, what?” He began to withdraw.
For weeks this man had gradually seduced him with his words and his presence. For hours this lord had sensually prepared him. Serratin couldn’t leave him now. Orion grew desperate. “Please fuck me, master.”
Lord Serratin paused in his withdrawal. Slowly, he gave his slave the next inch. Orion breathed a sigh of relief. He could feel the nerve endings in his passage reaching out to clasp the giant prick, yet there was still more. This seducer had primed him, made him hungry for more, so much more...