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Taenar fell into Myrin with a desire so intense he hadn’t felt anything like it. The Corsair Baron’s declaration of innocence was woefully dishonest; this intoxicating desire was nothing if not his fault.
They landed on Myrin’s bed. The mattress and covers felt completely alien to Taenar; the softness and warmth was incomprehensibly comfortable. “It is of drukhari make,” he said. “Your innocence is captivating. Are they to your liking?” Taenar was lost for words and responded by pulling Myrin on top of him. They shared each others’ gaze for a moment, both of them enjoying distinctly different sensations. While Myrin revelled in his companion’s submissiveness and lustful aggression, Taenar was simply lost to the desires of his flesh.
Myrin was pulled into a kiss. As they tasted each other, Taenar moved his hands along Myrin’s chest and abdomen; feeling the handsome scars that adorned Myrin’s body. Myrin busied himself wrapping his tongue around Taenar’s. He had been waiting for this since the handsome admiral had first strode onto the Light of Heaven’s boarding deck. He wrapped his hands around Taenar’s long crimson hair and gave it a gentle pull. Taenar responded with a gentle gasp and gripped Myrin’s side tightly. He felt himself getting harder and harder as Myrin pushed his head into the pillow and knelt, ripping Taenar’s garment apart and tracing his tongue down his face and onto his chest.
Taenar gently mewled as Myrin moved downwards; the smell of his woodsmoke scented hair fading as the intense sensation of Myrin’s soft tongue now made its way down his stomach. “B-Baron Stormdawn-” was all Taenar managed to squeak out before Myrin slapped him unceremoniously across the face and proceeded to gently wrap his fingers around his throat. “We are past that, Taenar.” He replied curtly before unbuckling Taenar’s belt and pulling out his now throbbing member. Myrin looked up at Taenar’s now blushing face with an accusatory grin. “I wasn’t aware of the extent of your fealty, my handsome friend." He traced his finger around the tip of his cock, the steady flow of precum lubricating it as he swirled his fingertip in circles.
Taenar moaned and looked away as Myrin continued his lurid display of dominance. His mind wandered to his last partner on Ilmaren, and how intercourse with her felt so plain and customary in comparison to what he felt here in foreplay with Myrin. He looked back over him, and saw that he had been staring in admiration at Taenar’s body without pause. “You are truly stunning, admiral. Tell me, have you fantasized about this as well?” Taenar nodded silently, his eyes showing a strong yearning, but also hesitation.
“You hesitate, Taenar. Would you have me stop?” Myrin said, his smile fading.
Taenar touched Myrin’s arm carefully. “I have followed the Path my entire life, Myrin. What of my soul? The excesses in which we might engage?” Myrin scoffed and put his hands by his side. “Am I one of Commoragh’s husks? Is Xela a puppet of She Who Thirsts? What of the Exarchs who lust for blood and violence? Do you think you are the first I’ve copulated with since my egress from Ilmaren? Or the wildest? Let your hair down.” Taenar gave a dejected glare.
Myrin smiled again. “You are not the first, nor the wildest- but do not think for a moment you aren’t the most gorgeous. Would you still have me, admiral?” Taenar sat up and embraced Myrin with another kiss, frantically wrapping his tongue around his lover’s and desperately moaned as Myrin dug his nails into his back, blood pooling into the beds of his fingernails. He cried out in pain and in pleasure as the two of them entwined; Myrin digging deeper into Taenar’s flesh and Taenar wrapping his arms and legs tightly around Myrin.
Myrin licked his lips and pulled Taenar’s arms and legs off of him, then started to work his way down. He began by dragging his tongue over Taenar’s hard yet soft as silk chest, before working his way down to his stomach; writing love letters to their lust in his body. When he reached his beltline, Myrin looked at Taenar, and they both communicated “I want this,” yet no words were spoken.
Myrin took it in his hand, admiring the incredible length and girth–it was absolutely exceptional. “I have wanted this since I first laid eyes on you.” Myrin muttered. He put his lips over the tip of it and imitated the motion he began with; swirling his tongue in slow circles while Myrin moaned quietly. He slowly began lowering his head onto it, taking Taenar deeper into his mouth and into his throat. As he reached the hilt, he grasped Taenar’s thighs with both hands as hard as he could, and enjoyed the sensation of throbbing and precum dripping down his gullet.
Myrin quickly found his patience running out for this slow routine, and began bobbing up and down, vigorously throatfucking himself. Every so often he would pull it out, lick the tip and make fierce eye contact with Taenar, then go back to servicing his admiral the best way he knew how. Taenar held his hand over his mouth as Myrin worked–watching his Baron’s spit flow down the sides of his cock as his mouth and hands worked the length of it took everything in him not to scream in pleasure. “Ba–Myrin, I’m going to come if you don’t stop…” he squeaked out. Myrin stopped immediately, pulling it out and licking the last bit of precome from the tip before removing his pants and pouncing on top of Taenar.
“I expect good, hard work in return for my kindness, admiral,” Myrin said, his face mere inches away from Taenar’s and his face locked in a sadistic, hungry grin. He straddled Taenar’s chest and bucked his hips forward so that his cock ran up Myrin’s face. Myrin was awestruck at the power and charisma of his baron–and aroused by the modest member with a pierced tip that was now waiting above his lips.
Taenar responded by grabbing Myrin’s ass and pulling him closer, and followed by shoving his face into Myrin’s balls. He sniffed deeply, taking in the delicious smell of arousal. He took them in his mouth, enjoying their taste and dancing his tongue between them. Myrin stifled a moan and snickered. “I didn’t know you were this passionate, admiral.” he remarked.Taenar took no heed to his baron and worked his way up the shaft with his tongue, resting it on the spherical piercing at the tip. He flicked his tongue, causing Myrin to twitch. He craned his head forward and took Myrin in his mouth, enjoying the salty taste of his lord’s pre and the metallic taste of the piercing.
Taenar sucked Myrin with the most passion and ability he could muster, given the position–and Myrin relished to see his subordinate contorting unnaturally just to please his baron. He enjoyed Taenar’s wet and soft tongue for a moment, before pulling out and straddling against his still hard cock. “Myrin, I want to be inside you,” Taenar whispered. “More than anything.” Myrin nodded, silently reaching over to the bedside table and procuring a small bottle of sllythian oil. He poured a generous amount onto his hand before reaching behind him and tenderly applying it onto Taenar’s cock–slowly moving his hand up and down the length of it with a tender grip.
Myrin elevated himself, muttering something under his breath before pushing down onto the tip of Taenar’s twitching member. “T-tight…” Taenar gasped as Myrin took the end of his massive cock inside him. Myrin continued to whisper under his breath as Taenar grabbed him by the hips and gradually pushed himself deeper inside. “Baron–Myrin–you feel utterly incredible!” Taenar gasped, but was silenced as Myrin took him by the throat and growled “Mine,” no longer feeling the need to whisper it.
Finally to the hilt, Myrin leaned back and enjoyed the warmth and fullness Taenar’s cock granted him, before he began hungering for more and started to fuck himself on it. “Light of Isha, Taenar. Fuck me!” Myrin howled, putting his hands on Taenar’s, ensuring his admiral gripped his hips tightly. Taenar pulled himself out nearly all the way, before slamming himself back in as hard as he could, pounding Myrin’s prostate and causing him to see stars. “Again. Do not stop.” Myrin said with authority, and Taenar obeyed. He fucked his baron with dedication, occasionally stifling a whimper and moan so that his lord could focus solely on his pleasure. Taenar knew his place–one of submission, and under Myrin was perfectly fine with him.
Myrin took notice of Taenar’s silence and slapped him across the face, reprimanding him. “I want to hear my lovely companion’s voice,” he said, grunting as Taenar continued pounding into him. “You are to enjoy this as well.” Taenar took this invitation with gratitude, immediately gasping. His voice faltered for a moment before crying out, the pressure of the delicious pleasure finally leaving him with a loud cry. “M-my baron, you are like wet silk!” he mewled, before tensing up and focusing on fucking Myrin harder, faster.
The cocky baron went silent as he was fucked senselessly, Taenar’s massive cock slamming into him so hard from below that it felt as if his entire body was flying into the ceiling every time he pushed to the hilt. Myrin felt his orgasm building up inside him–his heightened aeldari senses bringing him to the brink of insanity as his body and mind were overwhelmed by pleasure. Taenar sensed this, as Myrin tightened up around him and went silent; no longer grunting or making snide remarks as he bounced. He increased his pace even further, bucking his hips so that his cock was angled directly against Myrin’s prostate. He looked up at his baron; watching his beautiful azure hair–shining with sweat–flowing as he moved back and forth on his cock. He noticed his cheeks glow red, and his teeth biting down on his lower lip. His jewel-like eyes rolling back into his head. He is perfection, he thought before wrapping his arms around Myrin and pulling him down into a passionate kiss.
Myrin exploded, and as he painted Taenar’s chest he screamed, overstimulated by pleasure and affection as Taenar pushed his tongue as deeply into Myrin’s mouth as he could. Taenar slowed, gently moving in and out of Myrin as the corsair baron shook on top of him. They looked into each others’ eyes and shared a mutual moment of lustful affection, losing each other as their souls intertwined for a beautiful moment within the Light of Heaven.
Taenar broke the brief moment of silence. “My baron,” he purred, “Where do you want it?” Myrin continued staring into his verdant eyes, using every bit of lucidity within him to contemplate the question. After a moment of gentle fucking, Myrin pulled Taenar into a woefully brief kiss before locking his legs underneath him and whispering “Inside.”
Clearly holding back, Taenar increased his pace; not to the same rhythm as before, but a mild stride–clearly making sure to enjoy every inch of Myrin in detail. He tempered his strokes, this time making sure to pull himself out almost to the head, and pushing in gently until the room was filled with the lurid noise of flesh against flesh, accompanied by gentle whimpering. Taenar felt the rush of orgasm building in him, and likewise, Myrin took notice. He pressed one hand against Taenar’s chest, rubbing his thumb back and forth across his nipple as his other hand gripped his ass in a lewd display of affection. Seeing his lord in such a compromised position pushed Taenar over the edge, his warm seed gushing out of him and filling Myrin to the brim. Myrin gasped as he felt Taenar’s come inside him; reciprocating one final time with a long kiss–this time, both of them wrapping their tongues around the other.
Myrin lay on top of Taenar for a moment; each of them enjoying the heat of each others’ bodies in the brisk stateroom.
“This changes nothing between us–you are still under me, I am still your baron.”
“Yes, Myrin.”
“And you are still my admiral. You will do as I command.”
“Yes, Myrin.”
“I would have you back here again. Your performance has surpassed my expectations. I believe in this capacity, I will keep you for myself.”
Taenar pulled Myrin’s head onto his chest, caressing his cheek and taking the moment to again enjoy the faint scent of woodsmoke in his hair.