"Good my pet," he murmurs, resting the base of his shaft against your tongue. He draws your head back, forcing your tongue to slide along the base of his shaft, the thick vein on the underside of his cock swelling slightly at the touch of your tongue. A low groan escapes your Master, the sound sending a shudder through your body, the pierced nub between your legs throbbing with your satisfaction. He pulls your head back, tip of your tongue sliding to the ridge of his tip causing him to take in a sharp breath. He presses forward again, head against your lips while you keep them shut for the briefest moment before opening just enough to let your Master push forward against you. They part wider, encircling his engorged head, the familiar thickness of him in your mouth, you kneeling in front of him making everything in your world feel oh so right. Your Master's hands grip your hair tighter, pulling you down the length of his haft in a single slow, deep stroke that has him touching the back of your throat. He's unyielding, pressing against the barrier to his entry before he forces his tip into your throat, quickly followed by the rest of his cock.
Your Master is merciless using you. Your hands remain clasped behind your back on his order, your focus narrowing down to the shaft forced down your throat. You work your tongue against the underside of him, coaxing more of his precum from him as your reward. At that, your normally collected Master loses himself in the sensation, thrusting himself home in your throat, then pulling back to ram down the tight tunnel once more. You start to take shallow breaths as you're able, the speed of his thrusting picking up until he's pounding against your face just like he was buried in your cunt instead.
A last thrust, and he's holding your face against his groin, swollen shaft and tip throbbing as he pulls you off off, his orgasm starting. His sac contracts, filling your mouth with the slightly bitter, slightly salty taste of your Master's pleasure. Again and again, he spurts inside of your mouth before deciding to pull himself from your lips before he finishes. You give a mewl of disappointment at being denied the reward for your efforts. In response, he leaves ropes of his cum streaking your face, the slick fluid cool against your skin. With a last groan, he lets go of your hair and sits down on the bed, spent even as he looks down at you.
You run your fingers against your face to start cleaning yourself, but before you're able to do more than make contact with his cum your hand stops, forced to a standstill. "Leave it," Master commands, and your hand drops down against your side obediently. "Come back to bed, my pet," he commands again, and you climb to your feet to cross the few feet to the bed, falling into it carefully to bring yourself against his chest. Your bone jewellery scrapes against his chest as your nipples drag against him, and he whispers with a smile, "Sleep, love. Let us wait until the moon rises...then we'll perhaps see about you getting cleaned up. Or perhaps you'll make a bold new fashion statement, strutting about with my seed on your face and a bit in your hair."
He pulls you close, spooning you from behind, and you lose yourself in the comforting coolness of his arms, safe and at peace, as you drift away alongside your Master to await the night.
