Yours? (MxM)

Chapter Thirty-One: Strange Gift

Camden

      My, was it good to be home! I've had enough of jealous incubi, lying godparents, and creepy uncles who you know kidnapped me and got me raped and all.

I rolled my eyes as my smile twitched into a frown, and I crossed my arms. I was with Cornflower in the kitchen, staring at this strange, transparent goodie bag that had a navy blue ribbon and a matching gift tag on its neck, emblazoned in gold ink read, 'Have fun, Richy-rich ;) B&Q'  So the gifters were obvious, those creepy vampires with a thing for spikes and leather. But what is it?

The bag was filled with a strange, sugarlike substance. I gently pulled on the silky ribbon, allowing it to undo its knot. Once the ribbon and tag fell on the table beneath me, I held the bag up to the light. Looks like sugar...

I took a whiff of it. "Smells like sugar. That means its a no-brainer, right?" I grabbed a teaspoon from my drawer and dipped the spoon into the bag, filling it, and dropping it the cup, stirring it, watching as the liquid went from a near-black color to a nice, honeyed brown. 

I didn't realize how thirsty I was! I took a long gulp of the piping hot tea and sighed in relief. Hot tea was such a soothing drink, especially after all the crap I've gone through.

My stomach churned deliciously, and my whole body began to tingle. "A-ah!" my teacup fell out of my hand, as my pants grew tighter and tighter. Precum was flowing out of me like molasses. Anything I touched set me off. I rocked myself back and forth, relishing in the slight relief it gave. I moaned, then sobbed as the chair fell out from underneath me. 

"A-Alistair..." I whimpered. He came running around the corner, his buff, tanned shoulders on display under his white wifebeater. His thick, muscular, thighs bulged with raw power under his dark wash jeans, hiding the only thing that I wanted right now. I could practically feel it. The svelte skin hiding his masculinity, throbbing, dripping...

I groaned, as another load of precum released. "Baby?" I almost cried from the delightful, masculine timbre of his voice. "What's wrong?" I moaned from the floor, barely able to lift my head. He leaned down next to my crumbled body and took a deep sniff.

I purred in lust as his eyes darkened, and his fangs dropped. I ground against the floor when I noticed a bulge forming in his pants. 

"What did you do?" he groaned. I weakly lifted my right arm, my entire arm shaking and pointed at the bag on the table. I watched as his fuzzy sock-covered feet made their way to the table, and lifted the tiny gift bag. 

"Oh no!" he whipped around, bag in hand. "Did you mistake this for sugar?"

I could hardly nod. 

"Darling, this is Taint, also known as sticky sugar. It's a special, vampire aphrodisiac, that affects your whole body and blood. It takes three days to wear off." I balked. "Three...ngh...days?" I whimpered. Alistair kneeled next to me and pulled me into his arms. "Yes, only three days, if we mate for all three days, otherwise, a whole week."

"Three whole days! Doing nothing but each other?" I croaked. Alistair gave a solemn nod. "I can understand if you don't want that, I can give you heat medicine." I nodded, biting my bottom lip, drawing blood. Alistair groaned. 

"Maybe, just...one round? I couldn't survive if we had sex for three days straight."

He nodded, wrapping his arms around my waist. I used the last reserve of my energy to pin him to the floor, and wrestle out of my clothes. He smirked, pushing off his own pants. I drew his fingers to slick them with my saliva, before letting his hand wander to my back. The burn of my hole stretching made me groan in delight, being only a few minutes away from the man meat I so desire. 

I purred and practically impaled myself on his fat rod. He chuckled at my pleads and begging before he removed his fingers and let me swallow his cock in one movement. I let out a loud gasp as he fully sat in me, before gleefully bouncing up and down, faster and faster, harder and harder. I was crying from pure pleasure and satisfaction as my release drew closer. 

I could feel the heat in my loins as I used his cock as a battering ram against my prostate. I mumbled numerous 'I love you's, and pants and dick praises. He took them with stride. 

I was seconds away from my release when Alistair leaned up to my ear, placing his lips against the shell. "You're my perfect cockslut." That became my undoing.

I screamed as my release hit me full force, my body twitching and milking Alistair's cum. I collapsed on his chest, as he slipped out of me, releasing his juices. 

He stared up at me, brushing the hair out of my eyes, his own shining in love and pride. 

"Welcome home, baby."