Almost as soon as the empty feeling began, a sharp dragging pain in the lower part of his belly replaced it as he felt something blunt push its way deep inside of him. The mouth on his own muffled his scream of pain. He felt hands gripping at his ass cheeks as the man inside him withdrew, oh so slowly, dragging his cock back, before thrusting forward again, only to repeat the slow withdrawal again, and again, and again. The pressure built up inside him as the cock stroked and then rubbed, driving his body towards ecstasy. He flexed his hands, wanting to claw as the tingling in his fingertips grew, but his hands although not tied anymore were still firmly held above his head.
A sudden flash of sublime pleasure exploded in the centre of his body, sending out wave after wave of mind blowing sensations as with a final thrust the man inside him erupted, his body spewing boiling cum deep into his clenching bowels. The man collapsed on top of him, his weight forcing the air out of his lungs. Hands lifted the weight from his body, moving it away to the side, although he could hear the person panting and gasping as he fought to draw air back into his body. The mouth had left his during the final deep thrusts into his heated core, as had the hands holding his, now those hands stroked his face, soft indefinable murmurs ghosting warm air across his cheeks.
The other hands returned, but not to hold him still, but they eased his stiff aching limbs back on to the mattress, stroking, rubbing, easing the cramping muscles. The hands joined by lips and tongues, all movements designed to soothe and relax Richard’s body. Unable to fight the growing fatigue any longer, he gave up and allowed both his mind and body to submit to the warm embrace of the darkness.
Slowly his mind drifted up through the grey clouds of his subconscious, floating towards the moment when he would awaken. Opening his eyes, he blinked the blindfold still covered his eyes. Feeling the ache, he moaned, muscles all over his body protesting against the pain. Feeling his brain clearing, he tried to sit up but his hands were once more tied to the ring, the memories flooding back, it hadn’t been a dream, he ached down below, and his wrists were sore from rope burns. And his fear was reborn anew as once more he heard the key turn in the lock.
Fill: The Prisoner. Richard III/ Henry VII AU NC-17 Warning non con at first. 1c/?
A sudden flash of sublime pleasure exploded in the centre of his body, sending out wave after wave of mind blowing sensations as with a final thrust the man inside him erupted, his body spewing boiling cum deep into his clenching bowels.
The man collapsed on top of him, his weight forcing the air out of his lungs. Hands lifted the weight from his body, moving it away to the side, although he could hear the person panting and gasping as he fought to draw air back into his body. The mouth had left his during the final deep thrusts into his heated core, as had the hands holding his, now those hands stroked his face, soft indefinable murmurs ghosting warm air across his cheeks.
The other hands returned, but not to hold him still, but they eased his stiff aching limbs back on to the mattress, stroking, rubbing, easing the cramping muscles. The hands joined by lips and tongues, all movements designed to soothe and relax Richard’s body. Unable to fight the growing fatigue any longer, he gave up and allowed both his mind and body to submit to the warm embrace of the darkness.
Slowly his mind drifted up through the grey clouds of his subconscious, floating towards the moment when he would awaken. Opening his eyes, he blinked the blindfold still covered his eyes. Feeling the ache, he moaned, muscles all over his body protesting against the pain. Feeling his brain clearing, he tried to sit up but his hands were once more tied to the ring, the memories flooding back, it hadn’t been a dream, he ached down below, and his wrists were sore from rope burns. And his fear was reborn anew as once more he heard the key turn in the lock.