Mozenrath's Turn
Chapter 2 - Say Please Hero
Mozenrath grinned wickedly, lifting his head from its position on
Aladdin’s throat, but still keeping that hand firmly, possessively
clutching Aladdin’s groin. This was decisively cruel to the hero,
sustaining him so close to an almost fulfilling touch. Mozenrath
laughed breathlessly over Aladdin’s skin as the younger man ground up
helplessly, his hips twisting in an effort to get something more
substantial out of the sorcerer. His lips were parted and constantly
getting rewet by a flicking tongue, his cheeks flush red, and his eyes
unfocused. The tables were indeed turned, and Mozenrath was enjoying
his new found reign immensely.
His strokes on the hero’s proud, angry shaft turned gentle,
teasing, barely there; they’d be ticklish on any other part of the
body. Aladdin bit back the wail that tried to break free from his lips.
It just wasn’t fair! Those deft fingers flickered teasingly across the
glistening tip, wet with precum, sliding to the base in a continuous
flow of ghostly touches.
“You know,” Mozenrath said huskily, “ for a street rat you look
decidedly fuckable right about now.” “And for a hero,” he continued,
tucking a lock of hair behind Aladdin’s ear thoughtfully, “ You look
sinful. Absolutely sinful.”
“Mozenrath, Don’t do this to me.” Aladdin begged. Screw pride. He
was painfully aroused and didn’t think he could take this kind of abuse
for long.
Mozenrath laughed, abandoning his partner’s shaft. He looped his
arms around the hero’s tapered waist, flush against him as he
alternated between suckling on Aladdin’s taunt neck and doting fleeting
kisses on the boy’s lips.
“Was that a please I almost heard?” he asked, licking the shell of Aladdin’s ear.
Aladdin made a whining noise in his throat.
“I’ve never asked you please, Mozenrath.” He said stubbornly.
Mozenrath shook his head, backing off.
“Oh well, if that’s how you really feel.” He stepped back, leaving the
horny youth as he lowered himself to the ground. Aladdin’s jaw fell
open as he gaped openly. Would Mozenrath really do that to him? He
watched as the sorcerer took of his turban, setting it aside as he
leisurely undressed, untucking his shirt from his pants.
“Mozenrath… Hey!” he jumped as he felt a cold tendril snake up his
spread legs, wrenched tight by the bounds. He struggled as they touched
his skin intimately, curling round his sack and half-flaccid cock. They
felt like they were made of the same material as the black ooze that
held him.
“Mozenrath! What’s going on?”
Mozenrath eyed him almost chidingly as his shirt came off, revealing a toned, though pale chest free of hair.
“What? Would you rather me tell them to stop?’
Aladdin considered the question, arcing off the rock as the vines
climbed higher, smaller ones circling tight round the hardened nubs his
nipples had become. He groaned helplessly, head falling back.
“N-n-No. No.” he said, teeth chattering. He gasped and writhed in the
inhuman tendril’s grasp, at its mercy as his body was manipulated.
Mozenrath seemed to be ignoring him, stripping nude unabashedly. He
finally rose once more to the boy’s height, finger thoughtfully on his
chin.
“Now, what could we do to relieve this little problem?” He was of
course, speaking of the same whimpers, gasps and moans that fell from
Aladdin’s mouth like water, eyes squeezed shut as the tentacles
slithered up and down his body wickedly. He shuddered, riding an orgasm
pulled from him forcibly, scream muffled by a large, spongy tentacle
forced into his mouth. His eyes watered with helpless frustration as he
was stroked to arousal once more.
Mozenrath snapped his fingers and the tentacle in his mouth removed
itself. Aladdin gasped, chin taken in Mozenrath’s hand, kissed hard,
forcibly, possessively.
"Say please, hero, and I’ll give you what you need."
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