Chapter 14
After getting some much-needed rest, I lay sprawled on my crystal bed, holding Nike close against me. His small frame fit perfectly against mine, his warmth seeping into my skin. The cute imp was the little spoon, his soft breathing steady and relaxed. I could have stayed like that forever, basking in the quiet, but Nike had other plans.
Without a word, he shifted, pressing his plush backside against me, grinding slowly. The sensation sent a sharp pulse of heat through my body, my morning arousal stirring to life. Most of the time I'd been with him, I had been hesitant, unsure, but today… today, I needed this. I needed to let go.
A low growl rumbled in my throat as I pushed back, rolling my hips against him, my length sliding between his cheeks. With every slow grind, I grew harder, until my cock was fully erect, veins pulsing against his soft skin. The size difference between us was stark—he was so much smaller, his frame delicate in my hold, and that realization sent another wave of heat pooling in my gut.
Leaning in, my lips brushed against his pointed ear as I whispered, my voice thick with want.
"I want you, Nike… my beautiful imp. But can you handle it?"
Nike turned his head, golden eyes hazy with desire as he looked up at me. He didn't hesitate. He simply nodded and took a deep, steadying breath, surrendering himself to me completely.
A slow smirk tugged at my lips as I moved my hand to my mouth, slipping two fingers past my lips, sucking them until they were wet and slick. I took my time, making sure they were coated properly before sliding my hand down his back, tracing the curve of his spine before reaching my destination.
With gentle pressure, I pushed the first finger in, feeling his walls flutter around the intrusion. I worked it in and out at a slow, teasing pace, allowing him to adjust before slipping in a second. His body tensed, then relaxed, his breathing turning into soft, broken moans as I stretched him open, preparing him for what was to come.
As we shifted, his chest pressed against the cool crystal beneath us, his hands clutching at the surface. His breath hitched when I pulled my fingers away, aligning myself to his twitching entrance.
I gripped his hips firmly as I pushed forward, the thick head of my cock stretching him inch by inch. His body trembled beneath me, his fingers digging into the crystal, his face twisting in a mix of pleasure and overwhelming sensation. At first, there was a flicker of discomfort in his expression, his body struggling to accommodate my size, but as I sank deeper, his walls clenched around me, his eyes glazing over with raw need.
A choked moan slipped from his lips, his tongue lolling out as his body gave in completely.
Finally, I bottomed out, my base pressing flush against him. I could feel the way his body shuddered, how he clenched down around me as if trying to keep me buried inside. I would have been worried about overwhelming him—if not for the sticky mess pooling beneath him.
Nike had come just from taking it all in.
A deep, satisfied growl rumbled in my chest as I draped myself over him, my weight pressing him into the bed. Any worries about holding back faded, replaced by pure, unfiltered need.
I pulled back before slamming in, a sharp gasp tearing from Nike's throat as the force knocked the breath from his lungs. He twitched beneath me, his body clenching around me in a way that made my vision blur with pleasure.
But I wasn't stopping.
I was going to have my way with him until I was satisfied.
And so, I began to move, starting slow, savoring the way he stretched around me before gradually increasing my pace. My thrusts grew faster, rougher, until the sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, mingling with his sweet, breathless moans.
My thrusting continued relentlessly, my carnal desire refusing to wane until I was fully satisfied. Hours passed, the only sounds filling the room were the rhythmic slaps of skin against skin and Nike's desperate moans.
"Please, love—give it to me! I've been a bad boy… punish meee!" he pleaded between gasping breaths, his voice dripping with lust.
A smirk tugged at my lips as I answered his request, my hands coming down hard against his bouncing cheeks—once, then twice—releasing every ounce of my pent-up frustration onto the trembling imp beneath me. My pace quickened, growing rougher and more erratic, driving deep into him with each thrust. The crystal beneath us groaned under the force of our bodies colliding, as if threatening to crack beneath the intensity of our passion.
Nike's cries grew more desperate, his body completely giving in to pleasure. With my climax fast approaching, I wrapped my hands around his throat, applying just enough pressure to make his head spin. The moment his glazed-over eyes rolled back and his tongue lolled out, I knew he had completely surrendered to me. Cum-drunk and delirious, he moved purely on instinct, grinding back against me with a needy whimper, his body begging for more.
The final stretch was a blur of heat, pleasure, and raw desire. My grip tightened, my thrusts becoming erratic, slamming into him with reckless abandon. His body trembled beneath me, and after what felt like another hour of relentless fucking, I finally reached my peak. With a guttural groan, I buried myself to the hilt, releasing rope after rope of thick, hot seed deep inside him. His stomach slowly swelled, distending with the sheer volume of my release, lifting us both slightly from the crystal surface.
By the time I was spent, Nike's belly bulged more than either of us had expected, but thankfully, it didn't look unnatural—just incredibly stuffed. A satisfied, dazed expression lingered on his face as he let out a shuddering sigh before passing out, slipping into what I could only assume were blissful dreams.
I chuckled breathlessly, carefully sliding out of him, only to watch as my thick load immediately began spilling from his twitching hole. Warm seed dripped down his trembling thighs, pooling onto the already messy crystal beneath us.
With no real way to clean it up at the moment, I decided to focus on taking care of my thoroughly spent lover. Lifting Nike into my arms, I carried him bridal style, his limp body curling instinctively against my chest. His room had gone unused since the day he started staying with me, but tonight, it wouldn't hurt for him to get some proper rest.
With that thought in mind, I made my way to his room, ready to settle in beside him and enjoy the well-earned aftermath of our passion.