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[Hector screws his eyes shut and nods, determination renewed by Everett's praise.

He arches his back and lifts his ass, losing that contact with Everett's thighs. Isn't he being good, presenting when he wants nothing more than to rut?]

Do it.

[oh, that was uppity. Not something to hear from a desperate pet being disciplined.

Everett's hand in Hector's hair tightens, pulls the locks into a fist. He doesn't yank, more a smooth pull to crane Hector's neck, the hold should be controlling, not painful itself.]

I'm hitting you twice more, unless I hear a yes, sir.

[Fuck, this is worse than the mermaid game. He doesn't know what the rules are or how to please Everett. His breaths come in shuddering gasps. He tries to nod again, but Everett has his head held securely.]

Y-yes sir... please, sir...

Very good. Just to ten, my pet. [though he doesn't loosen that grip, holding Hector secure in his place. And this is a mighty fine place for Hector to be, presenting his ass with beautiful arch of his back, tail flicked upward to further expose himself. A gentle pet over tender skin before he'll begin the last few strikes.

They're all similar in firm intensity, an easy rhythm of seven, eight, nine- but the last one is a bit quicker, meant to surprise and overwhelm, see if he can get Hector to cum in his lap.

To that end, Everett's ends with a stroke of Hector's tail afterward, from base to tip. A fine punctuation to the last of the punishment... and hoping if nothing else, that would do him in]

[Hector jerks with each strike. With his head held immobile, the motions of his hips become even more frantic, held too high now to find any relief in friction.

The count of the strikes are almost sobs at this point, and he can't even hiss out 'ten'. The final blow, out of step with the rest and punctuated with the blinding pleasure of that stroke to the tail, finally overwhelms him, and Hector spills onto Everett's already-damp kilt with a full-body shudder.]

[Merciful lord, does Everett enjoy this.

Hector makes such a good show of himself, each time he's in the older man's bed. That deserves a large serving of praise, surely. Everett's grip on the man's hair releases and he leans down to his face. Hair petting, kissing his ears and the flushed cheeks on that side of him, the works.

Everett speaks so very gentle and pleased, as Hector recovers.]

You did so well, Hector, enduring that. What a beautiful mess you've made. How pleasing you are, how magnificent a pet. My pet.

[The witch's blood is a hell of a drug, because Hector's cock doesn't even flag when he comes. He's still hard, still needs more.

He turns his face so Everett's lips can move from ears and cheeks to his mouth. He drinks in the praise, flustered and flushed but putting aside the humiliation of being spanked for the pride of having been a magnificent pet.]

Your pet, yes. Need you, sir.

[If he can wiggle his way into Everett's lap, he will.]

'm yours. How d' you want me?

[Hector couldn't look prettier, all worked up and yearning for more. The blush, some parts humiliation and some parts exertion, paints his pale skin well. So cutely framed and complimented by soft, lavender hair, at that. A pet any would wish to pamper.]

I shall have you riding my cock soon enough... but you'll need be prepped. [ah, an idea, because really, all that over his lap made him more than a little impatient. He reaches for Hector's wrist and moves the young man's hand to the bulge of his pants, humming at the attention he's directed. It should be a point of pride, for Hector, to know how much that all got to Everett]

Mmm, would it spoil you if we both treated the other, using our mouths? [you know, like the sex number, but sincerely desired.

And also because Everett wants to keep putting Hector into embarrassing positions, when he reacts so well]

[Hector palms Everett's cock through the fabric separating them.]

...want you to spoil me, sir. [Isn't that the point of having a pet, Everett? To treat them, and reap the benefits of that kindness?] I'll suck you...ride your cock...ride it again.

[He's already eagerly shifting to get into position like that good ole sex number. You unleashed this beast, Everett. Hope you're prepared.]

[While Hector gets himself adjusted around, Everett does some shifting himself. Firstly, he reaches back for his end table, fishing out another bottle of some mystery sex potion. Beyond that, he finally strips off his clothing, wishing to be naked as his partner if he's being crawled over top of.

Which is just what's next. Laying back against his pillows, Everett helps pull Hector's hips to his face. Fit between Hector's legs, he's mindful to give hooved feet room to rest down on the mattress. A lick of his own lips before he leans in, nibbling teeth along the tender handprints he left earlier.

Down on Hector's other end, his cock is erect and dripping, contained over long through everything before now. He's not exactly close, even lust driven as the moon and witch's blood makes him, willpower is a specialty of Everett's. Spoiling his pet is first priority.]

[If Everett isn't as desperate as Hector is, that just means Hector needs to be a good pet and help him catch up. He crawls onto Everett and lets Everett guide him where he wants him.

He ducks his head down and laps his tongue over the tip of Everett's cock hungrily. It's an odd angle, one he hasn't worked with before, but damn it if he's not going to learn. He takes the shaft into his mouth and sucks.

His hips wiggle side to side to resist the urge to thrust forward as Everett teases with his teeth on Hector's abused flesh. Everett is pulling the final frayed ends of his control. Is this what it'll be like ~~when if Hector goes feral?]~~

[Hector will feel the long, steaming breath of air that leaves Everett, heating already flushed and tender skin further. He can't help that, Hector's mouth immediately, hungrily, on his cock is too satisfying. The young man isn't wasting a moment of time trying to please Everett, so he can't bare to hold back further.

Taking the newly acquired potion, he'll uncork it with his teeth and spread Hector open before him. The potion, perhaps oddly, chillingly cold on such hot skin, is let drip down from just beneath his tail. It slides like honey down to his exposed hole, caught just beneath with Everett's tongue. Lapping upward, he brings it all to that rim of muscle, circling there slowly. The substance warms, slips inside with any twitch or tense from Hector... and with the tugging of Everett's tongue working inside as well. It's another kind of lube, meant to aid in prepping for larger insertions, heavily scented and clearly something Everett enjoys for himself... evidenced by how uncharacteristically quiet he is, not willing to break his mouth away from it's task of teasing Hector thoroughly]

[The chill liquid has Hector shivering, and Everett's hot breath feels even more scalding because of the contrast.

Hector swallows more cock, wanting to taste Everett and win more praise from his master. He's doing well, taking him in despite the angle, but then Everett's tongue...

Everett's tongue licks up into him, and Hector groans around his cock, trembling with pleasure. It's like nothing he's ever felt before, and how's he supposed to focus on anything else when Everett is driving him crazy like this? He screws his eyes shut and takes in a shuddering breath through his nose as he tries to scramble together enough brain cells to keep sucking Everett.]

[There's a level of seriousness that starts when Everett is brought to remove his glasses. He pushed them up to rest a top his head, needing them out of the way. Hector's reaction is too encouraging, too adorable to witness and feel over top him. Even if it stops the younger man's attention on his cock, it's worth it for the shudders and shivers he's causing.

His tongue slips within and opens Hector around to fit the soft intrusion. Everett's tongue circling within will stretch Hector much easier than rough fingers could. Somehow, the softer sensation should be all the more intense... but that might just be that Everett is a very skilled man with his mouth. In many ways, clearly.]

[Hector has never been with someone so skilled before, and it's too much to take. He releases Everett's cock and lets his forehead drop to Everett's thigh while he pants for air.]

...can't be real....You're an incubus, aren't you?

[It certainly feels like he could be consuming Hector's life essence with that clever, wicked tongue. Hector would make any pledge of love or loyalty Everett asked of him.

But he can't just writhe on Everett's tongue, not when Everett has asked for his mouth in return. With another groan, Hector lifts his head and kisses his way up and down Everett's shaft until he can recover enough breath and wit to suck him in earnest.]

[The comment is cute and draws Everett away from the act, a moment. He pants against Hector's skin, more out of his own arousal than need to catch his breath. The witch blood was rushing through him, moon sparking so much lust it makes his head spin. Hector's so gloriously attractive, taking orders well and reacting so cutely to each movement. Everett's voice is hoarse and desire]

Just a faun, same as... same as you, my pet... [while they might play sir and pet between each other, they are the same, there. Animals in rut, wishing to work out all their shameless, base instincts.

When Everett returns his tongue to Hector's ass, a hand reaches to toy with that fluffy tail, shivering about so temptingly. He doesn't mind if Hector keeps losing focus, it's simply too fun to not continue to distract him]

[The tongue and the hand on his tail are too much stimulation. It's impossibly good, and with the drugs and the moon, his body craves more of this incredible excess. Hector moans. There's no way he's going to be able to give Everett the fellating he deserves when he's so worked up.]

...not the same. You could be Dionysus...god of the satyrs...beautiful god of drink...and revelry...and pleasure, oh god...

[Fuck, is Everett going to make him come twice before he even fucks Hector or touches his cock? He's going to be so deservedly smug if Hector doesn't catch up soon.

He digs his nails into his palms, using the pain as a distraction from Everett's pleasure so he can get his mouth back around Everett's cock and swallow it. He's learned some new tricks since that first time he got on his knees for Everett.]

[Hector's distracted, muttered words are music to Everett's ears, rotated forward to full attention. He couldn't appreciate that more, making a man claim he must be some manner of deity for how much pleasure he gives.

That spark of delight, combined with Hector managing to take his cock back so deep, gets Everett to stutter himself. His thighs tense as he need maintain some control, not be so rude as to buck upward into Hector's throat, much as his whole body tells him to. Hooves dig into the sheets and mattress, ankles twisting to writhe in pleasure. No, no, Hector isn't a slouch, a very giving pet, indeed. Everett's mouth separates once more to suck in a scarcely controlled hiss through his teeth. He nips again at Hector's reddened skin, a little harder than prior, if brief. A play bite, before he nearly curses Hector the way he tends to get cursed]

Ff... ahh- Hector, I'll be your god... you worship me so, so well. [he kisses the spot he nipped at, before returning his tongue to Hector. Needing to up the intensity, he'll begin slipping inside deep and pulling back, repeating to slide in and out of the man. All while his fingers wrap around the base of Hector's tail, stroking in time with the motion of his tongue. Treating Hector to two orgasm before he's even reached one is absolutely the goal... how is an old goat going to keep up, otherwise? All apart of the grand scheme to be the best lover he can.]

Edited 2020-04-12 00:15 (UTC)

[Everett is going to make Hector choke on his cock if he keeps it up. He moans around the shaft, sending vibrations through it. Fuck, if he could talk, he'd be offering to make him a crown of laurels and go down on his knees in worship any time Everett desires.

The goat is fucking Hector with his tongue, impossibly hot and wet and good. And it's not ever fair what he is doing to Hector's tail. Hector bobs his head with every electric shock of Everett's two-pronged attacks on his sanity. He's trying to give as good as he gets, but it's hard when he's up against someone with the skills and experience of Everett.

He's already so close, and he shifts his knees so he can get lower and rub his leaking cock against Everett's chest. It's...fine if he cums like this, right? Hopefully, because it's only going to take another tongue-thrust or two before it happens.]

[Hector's moan makes Everett moan, likewise adding a humming vibration to his actions. It's too much, genuinely, a feedback loop between them of pleasure that escalates one another up and up and up to that highest edge of tension. Everett's determined, as is his pupil, trying not to be the one who lets slip first. It's a wonderful fall, though, and Everett's sure they're about to go tumbling together.

He lashes his tongue and gives Hector's tail what he believes should be the last few strokes he needs to get off. The moment his young partner releases, coating his chest in a burst of cum, Everett's soon to follow. His cock pumps heavily, not much a warning, Everett's mouth too occupied to say as much. He need pull his face from Hector's ass, gasping as a pent up load escapes him abruptly. Either into Hector's mouth or onto his face... likely a bit of both. He pushes his forehead into the curve of Hector's abused ass, moaning further as he squirts a few times, feeling the orgasm drag on with how intense it was between them, beneath the full moon and coursing with added magic.]

[That...that was basically a tie, right? In the heat of the moment, who is really keeping track of those seconds someone came first or second, right??

Hector gulps down a mouthful of cum, and takes a spurt on his lips and cheeks, and maybe even a little on his nose, coming away completely filthy and flushed. He sputters for air.

He drops to his elbows and ducks his head down while he waits for his muscles to stop trembling. When he doesn't feel like he's going to melt into a puddle of ooze over Everett, he starts shifting and reorienting himself so he can straddle Everett right-side up, face to cum-streaked face.]

[Resting back on the pillow, panting with heavy and satisfied breathes, Everett has a difficult time relaxing into the afterglow. The moon and the witch's blood is too strong for much relief to follow even an amazing orgasm. His body continues to want more and more, his cock standing hard between his legs ever still.

As Hector readjusts himself, Everett moves his arms to find that potion again, just... taking a straight swig of it to rinse his mouth. There they go, sweetened and cleaned back up.

Not that the same could be said of Hector's mouth, dirty thing. Not that Everett minds in the slightest. He sets the potions aside and reaches to get a soft handkerchief from his nightstand.]

What a gorgeous sight you are, here... [since they need at least a Little break to recover, if not physically than emotionally, it's a fine moment to dote on his partner. He reaches to wipe Hector's face clean, touch doting as ever. Seeing Hector a mess is lovely, but he likes to look after the young man even more]

[Everett cleans his face off, like a good, attentive master. How lucky Hector is. He leans forward to touch his nose to Everett's, as chaste a 'kiss' as could be. Then he shifts back so he can bow his head over Everett's chest and lap at the mess he left there. Pets are allowed to be filthy, after all, if only so their masters can either clean them up or scold them.]

...what were you drinking, sir? [He asks between licks. He shouldn't question, but his curiosity always gets the best of him.]

[Oh... Hector cleaning him up in turn is very good. Absurdly good, really. Everytime he gets comfortable with Hector, the man seems to surprise him with some new, appealing act or mannerism. Everett can't help looking as smitten as he is aroused.]

A honey potion, same as I used on you. Do you feel well prepared, my pet? [it has a minor enchantment to help with that. Taking a swig was just to wash his mouth out some so he'd be sweetly kissable still. A high priority!]

[Oh? Hector loves the taste of honey. His mouth is filthy with two fauns' worth of seed, though, so tasting Everett will be sweet for Hector and bitter for Everett. He licks up the cum, then laps at one of Everett's nipples, while he's in the area.]

Mmmm-hmmm. So ready for you, sir. How do you want me first?

[Because tonight, Everett isn't getting away with just three times. He's made Hector greedy, and it's up to him to take responsibility for that.]

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