I leave that hanging as I start to stand up. He grabs my tail and pulls me back down.
“Ach, you know I hate it vhen you do that!” I protest.
“Yeah, I know. But sit there and hear me out, huh?” His hand is still around my tail. He slides his fingers a little way along my tail until they are at the place where it joins my body, then reaches down for that sensitive spot and massages it gently. The burn that Victor inflicted on me has healed long ago, but there is still a visible scar. But I must put that behind me, and simply accept the pleasure that I feel.
I do not have to agree to stay where I am. I know my indrawn breath and the glow that is starting to fill my eyes has agreed for me.
“Open your mouth as wide as you can. Yeah, like that. Hmm. Is that the best you can do?”
I nod, my mouth still stretched open. It is painfully apparent that the temporomandibular joints where my jaw connects to my skull are not at all as flexible as most of the rest of my joints.
He sticks his forefinger between my teeth. “Here. Suck on this and let me see what happens.”
I can do that and still keep my teeth clear of his finger.
“OK. Now try my thumb.”
I would object that his thumb is not so large around as his erect penis, but I cannot speak with my mouth full.
“Keep suckin’. I want to try something.”
The hand that was on my tail moves around to the front to reach down into my sweatpants and take hold of my cock. As my body reacts to this, my mouth closes slightly before I can stop it. I taste blood. Scheisse!
“It’s OK, darlin’. I expected that to happen. You’ve gotta pay more attention to what you’re doing and less to what I’m doing, that’s all.”
I am tempted to nod my understanding, but that might well cause more bloodshed.
He leaves his thumb in my mouth, which is just as well, because I am starting to enjoy sucking on it, even if I am doing so rather gingerly.
I let my eyes close, imagining I have something more interesting between my lips, wondering how it would feel.
His hand goes up underneath my sweatshirt. His fingers pinch one of my nipples sharply, but I do not react by forgetting about my teeth. No blood this time.
“That’s it, darlin’. You’re learnin’.”
He is now rubbing his calloused palm over the tip of my nipple. I refuse to be distracted from my task, even though my prick is getting hard and my tail is twitching with delight.
“Ya can let go of my thumb now, darlin’,” he says, his voice harsher and his breathing more ragged. I know what that means. “Want me to lie down for ya?”
“Nein. I vish to kneel before you.”
His lips give a little upwards quirk as he rises to his feet. “You’re a strange one, Elf.”
“I know.”
“I should be on my knees to you. You’re the one who saved our lives.”
“You are the one who carried me through the jungle, so ve shall call it even.” I kneel and start unfastening his belt, as he spreads his knees slightly and leans back against the tree. Very quickly, I have his jeans and underwear pushed down his thighs, with his stiffening cock jutting out above the fabric. His thick pubic hair obscures the base, but his foreskin has already begun to draw back as he becomes engorged. I can smell the characteristic odor of a man’s genitals.
I need him almost ready to come before I take him, since I do not expect to be able to keep my mouth open as wide as will be necessary for a long time.
As I reach for that so-familiar penis, I realize how very seldom I have approached it from this angle. It feels different somehow. Around us, the birds and the insects sing their songs, and the slight lapping of the waves on the shore keep time. The breeze brings forth a rustle of leaves from the tree overhead, as I glance up the length of Logan’s body from my new vantage point, my fingers teasing his shaft with gentle touches, soon changing into a steady stroke as they combine to hold him within a fist. His hips begin to move in time with my rhythm and he groans.
I lick the head of his penis, swirling my tongue around the sensitive corona, then add my lips, sucking his slit. How often have I taken this wondrous part of a man’s body into my ass, I wonder, letting it stir to life that fire that always smolders deep inside me? And yet, how fragile a thing it is, to be able to cause such joy.
In a quick flash of sensation, I remember how it felt to ‘port while taking Victor’s cock along inside me. Yes, all too fragile, and easily destroyed. I shiver at the memory. Would I have done that, if I did not know he could heal? Yes, I decide, for I had been given no other choice.
Logan’s body is tense and straining. I see a droplet of pre-cum form at his slit and lick it off, just as I open my mouth to take him in, my lips pulled down as far as I can to cover my vicious teeth. As I suspected, it is not comfortable for my jaws to open this far, but I am determined not to cause him any damage, but only give him pleasure.
He pushes deeper into my mouth, tentatively at first, then with more confidence as he meets with no pain. As he hits the back of my throat, I cannot suppress a gag, but I overcome it quickly. I struggle to hold him more tightly, sucking on him now, despite the ache in my jaws.
“O god, Elf, that feels so fuckin’ good,” I hear him say above me. “So damn fuckin’ good.”
A thrill runs through me at his words, and I try harder to devour his cock fully. But it is difficult, and an unfamiliar thing for me to do. I am drooling uncontrollably, trying to follow the rhythm of his thrusts as well as I can. His hand touches the back of my head, but he does not try to force me closer, as surely must be his impulse. He just holds my hair and murmurs, “So good, darlin’.”
My jaws hurt seriously, and it is hard to breathe around the object now far down my throat, but I persevere. I can no longer keep my mouth as wide open. I feel him scrape one of my lower teeth and taste blood, but it does not appear to bother Logan at all. He is very close to coming now. Soon he will –
With a guttural growl, he pushes forward hard and holds there for an instant, his body trembling as his cum spurts into my throat. I gag, but I also swallow. A few more short thrusts and I have taken all he has to give.
An incongruous image flashes across my mind: kneeling at the altar rail as the priest lays the consecrated Wafer on my tongue, then offers me a sip from the Chalice. Is this thought sacrilege – or just a different form of holiness? At one and the same time, I beg my God for forgiveness and offer thanks for the almost unbearable beauty of this moment.
Then my mouth is empty and Logan is kneeling in front of me, hugging me close against him and kissing my cum-and-blood-stained lips.
His hands unfasten my belt, as I realize I have a hard and aching erection. Barely do I feel the warm breeze on my freed cock, followed by the touch of his hand on the sensitive flesh than I empty myself into the palm of his hand.
To my surprise, Logan raises his hand to his lips and sucks the slick glob of semen into his mouth, then kisses me with the taste of my own cum, as our tongues intertwine. I have always thought that to be a disgusting thing to do, yet this time it is not. It is only a deep sharing between us.