Rainbow Comet Chapter 23

“I can’t finish,” he says. “I don’t want to stop doing this. Gods, your dick is a work of art.”

Brett

“Flynn,” I moan. Gods, I don’t even want to talk, but this feels so strong.

I don’t even know how he sucks me like this so easily, when I’m so big. He takes me in so deep in his throat, and with how little I can move from how full I am, all I can do is lie here trembling, savoring every little sensation.

The air in the room, heated with our pheromones.

The way he said he loves me…finally.

Maybe I’ll finally teach him what the three squeezes I’ve been doing to his hand so often mean.

Gods, I love him.

He moans around my dick, truly loving what he’s doing, and that makes it so much hotter for me.

I grab at the sheets, so utterly helpless. What he did to me earlier was so hot. I never even thought I would feel that way about being pushed so far to my limits, but it’s so clear there’s nothing he loves more, it brings the incubus fairy in him so close to the surface…it turned me on like crazy.

I’m so glad I can make him happy, just by being myself. Because my culture would be so overwhelming to other people.

But it’s perfect with what he likes.

And I like being big like this. So ready and able to protect him. Protect my kingdom. Protect everyone aligned with us and justice and peace an equality…and just everything we want and have always fought for together.

He slurps around my tip, getting it so wet. Gods, I want to be inside him.

His face is so handsome it makes my vision blur, it turns me on so hard.

His sharp features look even sharper with his cheeks sucked in. It outlines his wickedly high cheekbones. I love how I make his mouth so full.

I’m getting so close, but every time I do, he lets me out of his mouth, placing a little kiss to the tip of me, and comes over me, straddling my legs.

Kissing over my stomach, rubbing my shoulders and arms. Leaning around and over to kiss me, since I’m too full for him to come straight forward.

He spreads out all the sensation, like a thousand sparkling stars, making it hard to focus just on any one.

This feels so good between us.

He takes my dick in his mouth again, and takes it as deep as he can. His hands grip into my thighs, squeezing them.

It makes me remember that first day we kissed, when he lost it and felt all over me, and I realized what he liked.

Why he was holding back.

I’m glad he couldn’t hold back. I love watching him losing himself to pleasure. Going after what he wants despite himself.

I love him being happy.

He licks up the side of my dick, teasing me, as my body trembles, so close to the edge once again.

“I can’t finish,” he says. “I don’t want to stop doing this. Gods, your dick is a work of art.”

I blush deeply. “Not compared to yours.”

He snorts. “I don’t look much at my own. But yours…gods, it’s almost pearlescent. I’d expect it to shoot rainbows or something.”

He goes back to licking it again, teasing over the frenulum. Gods, that’s sensitive. I jerk back, making my whole body shake.

He seems to like that, letting out a groan as his hand comes up to steady me. Such a warm, big, strong hand.

Only he could handle me like this. I would only let him, currently.

I truly trust him, in a way I never thought possible. I don’t even feel afraid when I’m vulnerable to him anymore.

Well, sometimes in a fun way. But then, he can be so wicked.

He sucks me in again, holding me there, increasing the pressure and suction, sucking like his life depends on it, and then he slides a finger into my ass, hooking up against my prostate.

I come, violently, right into his mouth, and he sucks it down with a moan, scarlet hair falling over his face and looking so gorgeous. His eyes close then open in heat, and he swallows every drop of me before letting me go and raising his head. Looking at me in triumph.

“Oh Flynn,” I say, flopped back as the waves overtake me. I feel like an ocean, stirred by him. Like he’s the moon creating my tides.

Like he’s everything.

“Your turn to make me come now,” he says.

I make a slight attempt to move up, because I truly wish I could right now.

But there is no way.

“You could sit on my face,” I say.

He shakes his head, laughing. “Maybe another time. That sounds nice though.”

Instead, he puts two fingers in my asshole, stretching it. He grins as he positions himself, gingerly lifting my legs onto his thighs as he comes in on his knees, gaining access.

I want to blush, want to run. I feel so helpless right now.

I don’t think I can fit even one more thing inside me. Especially that monster of a dick.

But I sort of want to, I think with a blush.

“Flynn, you’ll explode me.”

“No,” he says, and I swear his ears are lengthening as he gives me an evil grin. “But I do want to see you take me, when you’re this godsdamned full. I bet I can see the difference I make.” He smirks. “I’ll be the final thing I put inside you. How hot is that?”

It shouldn’t be, but it’s unbelievably hot.

He starts to push in, his hot tip breaching my ass’s entrance, which fights him, just for a second, then his tip pops in. Not to bad, I think, as my stomach shakes slightly as he adjusts himself to go farther in.

Nothing I can do to help him, just splayed here like a beached whale.

But seeing, feeling how hard it makes him, how can I do anything but be happy and proud to have gotten him so worked up?

He makes it so easy to love myself.

He pushes himself in more, inch by thick, powerful inch, and I let out a grunt.

I truly feel so full now that I could pop. He’s absolutely giant, and I’ve only taken a third of him when I weakly wave a hand. “Flynn, I’m too full. It won’t fit!”

He smirks. “Yes it will, big boy. I’m not even half done.” His hand rests on my stomach, steadying it, and I think the pervert just wants to feel me grow with him inside.

He probably wishes he could make me pregnant, he’s so obsessed with me like this.

I flush at the thought, it’s an oddly sweet one.

But then I’m distracted as he continues to push in.

I let out a moan, unbearably full now. It feels like I’m expanding with every inch. “Oof, ow, Flynn.”

“It’s so hot that I’m making a difference,” he says. “Gods, I can see you growing.”

“It’s not that much,” I mutter. But damn, it’s a tight fit. My stomach feels pushed up against my windpipe, he’s now taking up so much room.”

“You feel tighter,” he groans. “You feel amazing.” He moves in further and I let out a little squeal I’m not proud of.

“Flynn, I’m going to explode,” I pant. “No seriously. Ooh, my belly.” I grab the sides with both hands. “No, I, oof, I—“

He shoves all the way in, and I swear my belly moves upwards.

“Godsdamn it, Flynn,” I say, as my body tries to adjust. I’m going to explode, I’m going to explode, I just know it. Too full, too big—

And then Flynn explodes instead, coming inside me, shooting hot ropes all over my insides, making my prostate swell, and I come again.

It’s even stronger, impossibly strong now that I’m this full.

I scream as my body’s release overtakes me. It’s almost too much sensation to take. I can’t think, I can’t fight it, I’m going to die, I just know it. Too full, too big, too…everything, I think, as everything goes black.

“Brett, Brett, oh my gods, I’m so sorry.”

I come to with him still inside me.

“You blacked out. Just for a few seconds. Oh my gods, I’m sorry, was it that intense?”

I nod at him, dazed. The strongest orgasm of my life, but it was wonderful.

He slowly palms my stomach, rubbing and soothing, and then pulls out of me.

He truly has amazing girth and length.

As wide as a coke can and three times as long.

Incredible to think I took all of it, somehow.

I think I would do it again, even as the world seems to float around me.

I don’t know if he has ever been that big, that hard, before.

I guess he truly goes insane when I’m big like this.

It makes me want to push my limits even more.

He’s being so sweet right now, cleaning me up, helping me under the blankets, while I mutter about pushy fire fae who always go too far.

He’s snuggled behind me, the big spoon this time, letting me hold one of his hands against me while the other rubs my stomach.

I could lie here forever, it’s so comfortable, and my heart is still pounding from sex.

“Gods, Flynn. You’re everything.”

He kisses the back of my neck, still so sensitive from coming so hard. “No, you are.”

I squeeze his hand. “Let me teach you something.”

“Yes?”

I squeeze it three times. “That means I love you.”

He jerks around to look at me. “So that’s what you’ve been saying, all this time.”

I nod, flushing. I wonder what he’ll think.

“Well, I’ve felt it the whole time too,” he says. “So here.”

He squeezes my hand three times back.

Next time I’ll tell him it’s four, because in return, you say, ‘I love you, too’.

But for now, the moment is too precious.

So I just let myself fall asleep in his arms.

Truly, for a comet, for a fiery blaze, he can sometimes be so…soft.