The Baran.

Then he felt it like a jolt, the sensation of a press against his hole. He liked it, but he clamped down the moment he felt movement. Karme tried to hold back, but no amount of tension would stop the steady release into Polaris' mouth. As if a slow wave washed over him, electrifying pleasure spread across his nerves while his body trembled. He wished he could've given some warning, but Karme was distracted by the ringing in his ears. Once his twitching cockhead had no more to leak, he took a breath and felt himself open for the finger inside of him.

Karme looked down and instinctively understood on a deeper level what Polaris meant when he said Mine. Between his legs was an elvhen man eating him raw in a way that made Karme question if he'd truly tasted anything before the lips that were currently sucking any hint of an intelligent thought right out of him. "Please more," he gasped, still hard and throbbing against Polaris' tongue.

Laughter, low and low, reverberated against Karme’s skin like a struck chord, rich and knowing. His lips curled around Karme’s length as if savoring something decadent, and in truth, he was. The taste of him, the heat of him, the way he trembled under Polaris’ hands - it was intoxicating. Addictive. He pressed his finger deeper, just barely, just enough to tease, enough to keep Karme right there - on the edge, pliant and waiting.

His tongue followed the trail of sweat down Karme’s abdomen, slow and deliberate, his free hand splaying across Karme’s ribs to feel the sharp, uneven breaths that rattled through him. Polaris’ finger pressed again, curling just enough to coax Karme open.

"You’re still so hard," Polaris mused, his voice thick with satisfaction. "I could drink you dry, and you'd still be aching for me, wouldn’t you?" He let his lips hover just above Karme’s length, letting his breath tease against oversensitive skin. "I think I want to feel you come apart again. This time, with my fingers inside you, stretching you open -" he grazed his teeth along the inside of Karme’s thigh, watching the way his muscles tensed in response "- until you’re ready to take me properly." Polaris wrapped his lips around Karme again, devoting himself to the writhing creature coming undone beneath him - cock achingly hard, his mind wandered to where one finger was joined by another. The heat of him, the tightness.

"Ahh-ah-ha…" Karme's labored breaths intensified as he was bit again. His entire body squired and quaked as best he could manage, but Polaris had him pressed down perfectly, leaving little room for Karme to run from the pleasure his contact delivered. Even the tenor of his voice wrapped around the witch's ear and made his head buzz. Between the conflicting sensations his mouth drizzled on Karme's flesh, he was struggling to keep up with Polaris on his trek southward, delaying his conscious reactions until clarity broke through the mental fog of his desire. "Worshipped? I'm not … I mean I haven't…" He, of course thought about worshiping every inch of Polaris as he prepared for their date, but Karme never thought he'd be on the receiving end. Especially not to this extent. He whined as he realized the night was far from over. If Polaris meant to taste him in this state until the sun came up, then Karme would have to accept that. There was an assuredness in Polaris' voice that told him he was going to be worshipped, all night too, if the elvhen decided on that.

He came undone a bit as the warmth of Polaris' mouth made his head spin. Karme was all squirms and bestial noises, gripping the couch for his dear life while his hips instinctively jerked back. But there was nowhere to go between the cushions and Polaris' hands gripping his thighs. So Karme's eyes crossed and rolled back in his head as warmth bloomed from the tongue that just found another way to drive him wild. The more of himself Polaris took in, the more Karme felt like he was losing his mind. Never having encountered pleasure so intense, the feeling that he was about to burst only increased. Except, Polaris wasn't doing enough to make him explode yet, something he likely knew. Taking the time to look down was probably his worst mistake though, because the sight of Polaris looking back up from between his legs while his mouth toyed with Karme sparked a rather carnal reaction.

"You're beautiful," he moans absentmindedly, his breathing only getting heavier now. And then he went rigid again; a subtle change of Polaris' mouth made Karme pulse so hard that his ears started to ring. "Aw geez Polaris," he whimpers, saying the other's name with the intonation of a swear. In this position, it did feel a little dirty on his tongue, but it was warranted. How a man could make his hyperactive mind go blank with his mouth alone was a mystery, but that's exactly what was happening. Karme could barely form a thought besides 'Hold it' in his hand. Now it was starting to feel so good that he wanted to spend the night like this, teetering on the edge. He didn't know what to say, but one of his trembling hands did come to rest on the back of Polaris' head. Karme wanted to coax more from him too, wanting to be consumed by the elvhen to the point where every sensation before this would be erased from his memory.

Polaris could feel how Karme was already breaking apart, his body trembling like a bowstring pulled too tight, his hands buried in Polaris’ hair as though he were both bracing himself and grounding himself in the same breath. Polaris moved, bobbing just enough to engulf the other from crown to base - he sucked a little harder each time and Polaris drank in every sound, and every shake from the Olympian.

“You should see yourself,” Polaris murmured against heated skin, pressing a kiss just above where Karme pulsed against his tongue. “A ruined, and I’ve only just started.” He pressed his hands firmer against Karme's thighs, his grip possessive, savoring the heat and the way Karme’s body twitched under his hold. A trembling like a leaf in the wind, and Polaris was a storm. He let his tongue trace along every curve and ridge, slow and deliberate, as though memorizing the shape of him. Polaris wanted to keep him in his mouth forever, to prolong this pleasure until Karme was nothing but a pleading, breathless mess beneath him. He wanted to consume him, to know every piece of his body as intimately as he knew the songs that danced from his lips. Even as the dragon swelled and throbbed between his thighs.

Polaris pulled back just enough to watch, licked his lips, dragging the taste of him into his mouth, his own arousal a relentless ache, but he refused to give in yet. His fingers came to his lips, coated, then found Karme's hole as Polaris sank his mouth down around the witch's cock once again. Swallowing, pressing, testing, a digit through that muscular ring but just enough to twitch appropriately.