My Warlock savior

The Morning after (E)

(NSFW hard sex scene warning)

I lay awake, as usual I was up before him, but I decided it was time to remain at his side. He cuddled into my side, his head on my chest. The early morning light, highlighting his naked silhouette. I took in a deep breath, mostly content. I wasn't sure what people would think of us. I never viewed him as my child, he was simply a young warlock. As he became older, he exceeded my expectations. Considering the rough start he had, losing ten years of educational opportunities. I challenged him, he met and grew past it.

I was impressed.

I am impressed.

For the first time in my life, I had felt something. It was new territory for me, I've always been independent, never needed anyone else. Circe would want to leave, why would he want to stay with me after all? Scared isn't the right word really, but what would I do if he did leave? I had separated myself, but how could I? It made me wonder, considering the recent events, how much he knew I would do for him.

Somehow he transformed from a warlock, to my warlock. The sigh I let escape shifted his whole body. I held it for a moment, not wanting to wake him with my thoughts. Instead his hand slid across my skin, his fingers gently played with the end of my penis. Sending rockets of pleasure through me already. Maybe he was confused to why it was so much different then last night. It's not like we had any anatomy lessons...

My penis pulsed, he drew back, watching it as the veins swelled. I was going to have to find some way to keep myself under control with this boy. Now that he's unlocked this gate... He ran his fingers gently down the head, to the shaft, and down the my balls. I wanted to shift, but didn't want him to stop. He cupped my testicles, I don't know if it was just the angle, or if my ego had just been boosted from last night, but I could barely see his hand passed them. I had reached full erection, as he lifted himself, he looked back to me.

We stared for a moment before he gave me the most brilliant smile I think I've ever seen from him. Which is saying a lot, he smiles often. He moved down, and without hesitation he mouth wrapped around me. That's when I tensed, my right hand gripping his hair, my left hand trailed down his back until I found his puckered hole. It was already pulsing excitingly. I ran my finger around the rim, the skin soft, possibly still a little bruised from last night. He was going to town on me now, and I pressed my finger in. Pulling out, I stuck my fingers in my mouth for an easier glide, but also for the taste of him, I wanted even more.

I pulled him up until his knees were on my ears. He had released himself from my dick during the shift, but with my hands pulling his hips down, a shiver ran through his body, he leaned forward and continued. I would push him forward sticking my fingers in, then pull him back down. I couldn't take it anymore, but what if he was still sensitive or soar from the night before?

I had gone so hard.

I rolled him off me, climbing over him, his back to my chest, my dick curving down between his cheeks, poking his testicles. He was fully erect as I kissed his neck, playing with his penis. I pushed back for a moment, his eyes on me.

"I'll go softer, for you." I gestured to him, but he shook his head.

"I want hard. As hard as you can..." I sucked in a deep breath, the thin lines of self control instantly torn in half. I bit down on his neck, maybe a bit to hard, my hand lining his shivering hole with my pulsing dick.

If he insist.

I pushed in, he made his little noise that filled the room the night before. That noise was going to be the death of me, I love it. Nobody else would have, or will ever be able to make me feel the way this boy does, and that could be dangerous. I pushed in hard, he yelped, I pulled out slowly. I sat back, my wet dick flopping against my stomach, I watched him take in deep breaths, his widened hole not able to close all the way. I pushed in as far as it could, then opened wide. I pulled him by his hips until he slid back far enough. His legs curving around my hips, my legs over his. I held myself up and he sat back obediently. Not hesitating for a second as he took my full dick inside. I reached up grabbing his hair, his back arching as I pulled back, keeping a firm hand on his lower back, my thumb pressing against his hole and my penis.

It was another moment I found myself proud of him. I didn't need to tell him what to do. He knew just how I liked it, already. Though I could tell he was growing tired. I sat up, moving his legs, but keeping him fully inside. I wrapped my arm around him and cradled him back. His legs fell apart as I arched mine up, my hands firmly on his cheeks and lifted him up. I felt his body relax, being the slowest position we've done yet. There was a benefit to slowing down it seemed. His head cradled into my neck, his cheek against my cheek. His mouth moved gently with each of his gasp. I gripped his penis and began to stroke.

He wiggled, his hole tightening around me. I pulled out, laying him in my spot as I climbed over him. I gently slid inside, his body lulled as I stroked him more, matching our rhythms. His teeth clenched, his breath quickened, I tightened my grip making his eyes squint in such an endearing way. It made me weak, making me want to go down on him harder, but he was enjoying himself. His toes curled, I couldn't help but put them into my mouth. I pushed in as his mouth opened, his neck arching back and as he squirted, I pulled out gently, making him cum more.

Once every last drop was done, I arched his hips into the air, positioning myself and coming down hard. The slapping of our skin, his dick wiggling in a half deflated state, still finding some cum to drip. His cum dripping down his body with the angle, his knees over my shoulder. Our eyes only an inch apart, his cum rolling up his neck and onto his face. I leaned in, still slapping my meat hard inside of him, and licked his cum off his face. Sitting on my tongue, he pulled me in and stuck his own in my mouth to taste as well. I let out a deep groan in his mouth, nearly a scream as I reached climax, I didn't think I would have as much left after last night but it was already over flowing from his hole, dripping down his dick.

I slowly pushed in, then pulled all the way out. With his body stilled rolled, I leaned back, holding him up by his lower back. His wide hole again, this time glazed over with my hot liquid. I stared, my fingers pushing the liquid around. Still warm. He had tasted delicious, but what about my own? I leaned in, pressing my tongue fully inside him. It was different. Not as sweet as he, but not bad. I licked up and all the way down his balls and dick. Getting a mixture of my salt and his sweet cum.

We lay with each other a while more, he had fallen back asleep for a moment. We didn't bother cleaning up until he woke from his little nap. He kissed me, sweetly. He smiled as he held my face. I didn't understand why, but maybe he did truly love me.