Master Preston Combs

Eryx: /Or maybe you should wait, Master. Sit there thinking about it until you can get your hands on me again./ I might be.~ It's fun. I will. You're sweet, thank you. I take that as a compliment. Yes, yes, yes. Please. I'll kiss and admire every inch from your head down to your toes.

Eryx: Good. /Master/. Maybe I want to. I hope I can see you afterward. I will, I know you'll be watching. Of course. I'm glad you saw it. I do think so, I know so. Look at you! You're so handsome.

Eryx: Of course. I promise. Yes, Master. ♡ Am I turning you on? I think they're going to, maybe. I know either way now. I'm glad to hear it from you. I hope you're happy with me after all of this. You look handsome in your suit.

Eryx: I'm glad too. I'll do better, knowing this is for you. I'd rather have you touching me, though. You and your perfect hands. You bid on me? 😊 😊

Eryx: For a bit more. Thank you. I will, for you. We spend a lot of time together, I want everyone to know how amazing you are. That you picked the right one.

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Oh! You’re awake! Hi. Good morning. Thanks again, for letting me stay up here with you. I slept perfectly, Preston. Perfectly. You’re just as perfect now as you were yesterday. How did you sleep? Do you need anything?

You don’t have to revert back on my account. I don’t mind watching you play and enjoy yourself. Good, you needed your rest. Today is the first day of the Ascot. Do you know what that means? I’m not perfect. I’m...Just me. I slept well. I sorely needed last night, I don’t have to tell you that. That’s why you seduced me. Right this second? No. In five minutes? Who knows.

Now that they were done, Eryx was recharging under the moonlight, but his body was near-limp after everything. He was worn out, but not tired. Just like Preston, everything that had just happened repeated itself in the faerie’s head and he knew that he’d be thinking about this for a long time. Maybe forever. Preston carried him and he let out a soft sound of happiness, a small mewl as he wrapped his arms around the other man and rested his head on his shoulder. Moments later, they were both laid out in the grass and he hummed a happy note as he felt the cool touch of grass against his bare skin. This began recharging him further and he curled his toes and wiggled his shoulders a bit against the soft feel beneath him; like he was being caressed by the grass, like each blade might be alive and might purposefully be touching to soothe him. He smiled warmly at Preston at the questions, pulling himself up so that he could rest his head on the other man’s chest with his body half on and half off of his lower half. Their legs tangled and he rested a wing across the both of them like a blanket as he looked up at him as if he placed the stars up in the sky himself. “I feel wonderful. I’m more than alright. I loved that, all of it and all of you, Master Preston. He knew others used titles and had even seen one Master demand it, but that was the first time the word had crossed his lips. “Thank you. I enjoyed that and I enjoy you. You were right, you know.” He licked his lips, bringing a hand to Preston’s stomach to tap idly and draw swirls. “Nobody has ever fucked me like you did. Not even my imagination compared. You are so good at that, with me.”

As Preston slammed into him, Eryx did his best to continue riding through from beneath him, bucking and writhing up against him. He couldn’t sit still, not with the succubus plying his body so perfectly. He’d said it before that Preston knew all about his body because of those experiments, and the other man proved it now. Every single little thing he did, every move he made and every word he said drove Eryx wild. It felt like fireworks were igniting all over his skin even before he came as he reveled in the reward of being so open for his Master. He kept biting the other man, touching him too, even sliding his inner thighs against the mans hips as they were slammed into with each thrust. He wanted all of the contact possible. When he was ordered to cum, he nodded as he leaned back, because he wanted to make sure they maintained eye contact. Less than a second later, he screamed out, moaning “Preston!! Preston! Thank you, thank you!” as loud as he could. His whole opened, legs spread and back arched, more still than he had been since they started fucking as his body was overcome with the utter bliss of orgasm. As it continued to crash through him in waved, he curled around Preston, legs, arms, and wings wrapping around the succubus to hold him close as things started to slow down. His body relaxed as he came down, open still to Preston’s ministrations. The lids on his eyes were heavy and his pupils blown wide with lust, his gaze locked on the Master. As planned, he came down from the pleasure slowly, his body limp but still clinging to the other man. “Thank you, thank you… Preston…” This time, the words were said in a whisper, soft, his voice reflecting the screaming he’d done moments before with a gentle rasp. 

Everything that Preston said and did made Eryx want more and more, and he wanted to give more and more. It felt so good to ride the Master’s cock, he couldn’t have described it. His body was hot, pleasure rocking through him in waves that made his muscles pulsate and his legs hold tighter. His movements were almost frantic by the time that Preston picked him up and spun them around, turning the tables. His wings bat in the night air a few quick times, shimmering in the mooonlight before flattening out against his back so that when he was laid down they were laid beneath him like a blanket, framing his nude body. The moment his skin touched the ground, his back arched and his hips bucked, desperate to keep helping; to get as much of Preston as he could. The things the other man said made him moan louder, and he could feel the both of them hanging right on the edge of climax. “Preston!” He called out, his tone erotic and the breath and squirming afterwards shower gleaming sweat on his skin and a debauched glow tousling his hair and his composure. He was drunk on the lust, already completely falling headfirst when the other man reached between them and touched him more. The moment his fingers found their target he writhed, shockwaves of pleasure rocking his body and making him pulse in time with Preston’s thrusts. “Oh fuck, fuck me– Preston! Preston! Please! You’re right, you are, you’re so right. Please, can I cum for you? Let me cum for you, please. I want you to cum for me too, please, I want to feel it.” Brave, Eryx propped himself up on his elbows so that he could bite down into Preston’s neck now too, returning the pleasure of the affection while sucking purple marks along his bare skin. Maybe he shouldn’t, but he wanted everyone to know how well he’d pleased Preston, just as much as Preston wanted everyone else to know how well he’d been fucked. “I need to cum, please. Let me cum with you.”

The feeling of Preston’s teeth against and then pressed into his skin made Eryx moan and his hips bucked. The Master’s hands were all over his body and in his hair, and things had only just begin but the tension had been built up over a few days and he had wanted it for so long that he was already needy and heated. Watching Preston lick his fingers and clean them off made him shiver, and he bit his lip as he felt more heat radiate from between his hips. He kept his eyes locked with the other man’s as he spoke, replying by leaning in to steal a kiss, licking at his lips. A moan broke the affection and parted is lips to make way for soft gasps and panted breaths as he listened to Preston praise him more and more. The words he other man said were absolutely filthy and he loved every moment of it. He liked the fact that Preston could feel him so much, that his abilities as a succubus would make it so that he was laid bare in more ways than just his nude body; he put up no defenses, hid nothing and held nothing back. “Please, it’ll be easier than you think, to make me so hungry for you. I might already be there, you might have to put together another experiment to find out. Oh, fuck… Preston…. Mark me up, please. I’m yours, all yours.” It was getting difficult to speak even, to put together coherent words because what the succubus said to him was so hot and what he did to his body made him feel so much. Moans poured out of him between his frantic, whispered and whimpered words. He could feel Preston bucking his hips up and that urged him to drop down harder, smacking their hips together. His fingers curled and he dragged them down the other man’s bare back, through hair, and then back around front to tease and pinch his nipples. “Don’t hold back, you have me.”

As those layers of clothes were stripped off, Eryx did what he could to help as he kissed Preston, his hips grinding down into the other man’s lap. Once all of those layers were off it was easy to dive into the moment and get light-headed on the lust. Preston’s hands felt divine, they warmed his skin and made it tingle. When that hand slid down between them he broke the kiss to look down and he watched as the succubus grabbed his own cock and held it level for the faerie to slide down onto it. His own hairless body glowed in the moonlight, and he could feel how wet he was without touching himself. The command came after all of that praise and dirty talk and Eryx thought he might melt, this felt so incredible. It was like magic overtaking his body, which made it hard to sit still. Then it was his turn to bring a hand down between them, choosing to follow Preston’s order by touching himself too, sliding his fingers between his legs, along the warm, wet until he found his sex and slid two fingers in. A moan passed from his lips, his eyes still locked on Preston as a wave of heat rippled through his body. His fingers moved inside of him and then he pulled them out, glistening and wet, bringing them up so that they could be clearly seen before he positioned himself and slid down on the Master’s cock. His first descent was slow and his muscles clenched around the other man’s cock, pulsating without rhythm. His wings flickered again, then pulled back to stay out of the way as he lifted himself up, nuzzling into Preston’s nose with his own as he started a faster pace. “Preston.. Oh fuck, you’re so hot. You’re right, I am needy. For you. I need you. Please do, please. I want you to fuck me so hard neither of us can make it down from this roof. I want to fall asleep with you up here, and wake up to fuck again. Please. You know all about my body, what you do to me, it’s yours.” 

After speaking, Eryx sat in wait, feeling the anticipation rising. Really, this could go either way. As sure as he was that Preston wanted this too, he could be wrong. He was a slave, and if he pissed off a Master he could be in real trouble. On top of that, he really did like being around Preston. The succubus fed his curiosity and treated him like he was worth something, and maybe it was Stockholm but he really did enjoy the experiments. Not just the sexual pleasure, but getting to spend time with Preston and accomplish something. Even sitting around and listening while the succubus read his notes out loud and answering questions afterwards was something he looked forward to and enjoyed. Then Preston admitted that he’d thought about it too and Eryx shivered, his already naked body glowing in the moonlight. The request came and he understood why some people liked this dynamic so much and why this place was so popular. It didn’t surprise him that people like the Daltons had found M/s. “Please, I’ll show you a good boy– Touch me, please. I want to feel your skin on my skin– I want you inside me, please. Tell me how to be good for you.”

This was something that Eryx had thought about before now, and the tone of hesitation when Preston tried to warn him the way that he did made him think now was the time to admit that. He was pretty carefree compared to most of the other slaves, but he wasn’t naive. The faerie knew where he was, what it meant, and what he was labeled by the people inside of the estate. He knew that there was more sex going on in these walls than the whole city combined. Preston had stimulated him in more than one way for his experiments and that coupled with the kindness had him incredibly curious. “I’m honest.” He began, tugging those pants down a bit so that he could lean in to lick up the bulge in the succubus’ underwear in an open-mouthed kiss. Humming, he placed another closed mouth kiss against the same spot and then lifted himself up with his wings instead of his legs, floating up as he flew so that he could straddle Preston’s hips. This placed them nose to nose, and he was strong in his expression. He really did want Preston. “This isn’t the first time I’ve thought about you like this, you know. You light my mind up, you make me curious. I trust you, you won’t hurt me. Besides, we’re up here in the moonlight. I’m at my strongest up here, I’ll be able to hold my own. Take what you need, take me please.” With that, he closed the small distance and kissed Preston.

Eryx didn’t need to be a succubus to feel the lustful energy radiating off of Preston. The fact that he had been the one to cause this in the otherwise put-together Master excited him, he enjoyed it. His wings flickered as a sign of that excitement as he watched the other man intently. The curse came and he ducked forward to plant a kiss against the center of Preston’s clothed chest and peppered his way down with his lips, bringing his gaze back up to the other man when he got down low enough to slide his hands up and take the shirt’s hem in his fingers. Then the question he’d gotten a little embarrassed over came back to mind from the other night. “I want you to touch me. I want you.” It was true, and to punctuate his words he ducked down even further and kissed the growing tent in Preston’s jeans. His hands refocused their efforts and he undid those jeans, then pulled the zipper down. “I have a lot of orgasms to repay, you know.”