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King part 16

Not wanting to waste time you step forward so you're standing over the sitting Mage, strolling your cock to bring it to full mast. The young man seems to realize something has approached him because he stirs and stares up at you with startlingly green eyes for just a moment, before falling back into his fever haze.

"Shush lad. Everything will be alright in a moment." You murmur, running a hand through his hair as you press the tip of your cock to his lips. Again he seems to stir, though this time he doesn't manage to open his eyes, instead running his tongue tentatively along the head of member once, then twice and moaning softly...this time not wholly in pain.

You grin and have to suppress the urge to start face fucking the little minx. On the verge of death and he's salivating for cock, unaware most likely that it's his salvation. Yet time is short and you don't want to hurt him...yet. Moving your hips in slow controlled motions you slide deeper into his mouth, each thrust pushing a little more of your length in. You force yourself to be gentle, and keep stroking the Mage's hair and whispering sweet murmurs and assurances at him. It works like a charm and soon the man is reaching out with his free hand to fondle your sack, while bobbing his head as best as he can.

It's that image- the realization he's sucking your cock like it's the only thing that can save him and the knowledge that it's true- that finally drives you over the edge. Sizeing his head in both hands you slam your hips forward till the head of your cock is pressing against the back of his throat and let loose a torrent of cum. The Mage gags and twists, trying to pull away but in his weakened state it's easy to hold him in place. Shifting your grip to his neck, you stroke his throat to make sure he swallows every last drop before ducking down and pressing your lips together.

Your taste is still heavy in his mouth and you moan into the kiss, folding your arms around him as golden light envelopes his body. When it fades, he stares down in awe and takes his hand from his wounded side...to find it completely mended, without even a scar.

You smirk down at him and step back offering the young man a hand up. With the size of your load you've likely restored his strength completely on top of healing his injury. He certainly looks far better as he stumbles to his feet, wiping away sweat with the sleeve of his robe.

"Merlin's beard....you saved me." His voice is soft and musical, and he blushes as he speaks, clearly remembering how you did that saving.