Chapter 16

SMUT WARNING! NSFW AHEAD!

I apologize for my prolonged absence once again, I have no excuses! Suddenly a month had passed, and I couldn't quite believe it! This certainly isn't one of my longer chapters, but I hope it's enough to entertain you in the meantime. I was pretty good for a chapter a week at one point, but I've lately proven that that is no longer the case, so instead I'm going to propose a bi-monthly schedule. I'd also like to propose a definitive end to this story, though I don't know quite when that will be yet, since that will surely take some setting up, so take comfort in the fact that that won't occur for quite some time yet. Anyway, thank you for your continued support, and I hope you continue to enjoy the tale of these whimsical lovers!

I own neither Castlevania nor its characters.

Tentatively you run your right hand down his right thigh and glance back at him. His face is calm, a warm smile on his lips, but his eyes are glowing bronze, and you see right through his veiled attempt at appearing to be sexually satisfied. You spin around in his arms so that you come face to face with this angelic beauty and once again run your now left hand down his right thigh, tracing circles and swirls as you go. You smile at him suggestively, and mustering all of your courage you bring your hand back up to his waist, this time letting your fingers drop to brush the engorged bulge in his pants. The touch is brief, light, but as soon as your fingertips reached their target Adrian's entire body tensed, his eyes going wide. His smile disappears and an audible gasp emits from his now parted lips.

He grabs your hand forcefully, but quickly getting control of himself he loosens his grip and instead brings your hand up to his lips, where he kisses your fingertips, "Darling, you must be exhausted after what I just did to you, please, rest." But you shake your head and your mischievous smile widens, and while his eyes are locked on yours, you sneak your right hand out from underneath you and cup the warm mass, "No Adrian, you deserve pleasure too, and I'm going to ensure you receive it."

His own free hand darts out in an attempt to grab your wrist, but once you begin to gently rub his erection he's suddenly rendered powerless. His right hand continues to hold your left one to his lips, and as you continue your gentle massage his eyes close, and he takes one of your fingertips into his mouth, gently sucking and scraping his teeth against it as your ministrations continue.

You feel his erection pulsing beneath your palm, begging for release, and so you oblige it, taking your hand away briefly to undo the ties of his pants. The laces are finally loosened by your nervous fingers and his manhood freely bobs out. You immediately encircle it with a firm grip and Adrian groans, biting down hard on the side of your finger. His hips thrust towards you, begging you to continue.

Feeling emboldened by his responsiveness, you lurch forward, pushing Adrian's hips down flat against the bed with your left knee and plant yourself on top of him, your right hand never losing its grip. Adrian's eyes are hazy with lust, and even with your left hand no longer against his mouth all that manages to escape his lips is another groan.

You begin slowly stroking his incredible cock, finally able to admire it now that it's on full display for you. It's at least seven inches in length, and thick enough that your pointer finger and thumb don't touch when wrapped around it. Your eyes travel up his body, Adrian's arms lay strewn about him, one holding the side of his face, ready to cover his mouth, the other clutching the bed sheets. His expression is absolutely wanton, mouth slightly agape, breath heavy, bronze eyes lidded, golden hair splayed across the pillows. He is truly the most beautiful creature you have ever seen.

You continue to stroke his length from base to tip, trying to keep a steady rhythm, which becomes increasingly more difficult as Adrian begins to erratically thrust his hips upward in response to your actions, seeking what you can only imagine is imminent release. Which, upon further thought causes you to realize, what will you do once that happens? Do you just let it spray out on him? On yourself? And then a devious little idea pops into your head, shifting your hips backwards to slide yourself down his legs a little ways you lean forward, bringing yourself eye to eye with the tip of his cock.

Your tongue darts out, giving his tip an inquisitive lick. Adrian moans in response, spurring you to lick again, and again, until a dribble of precum wells up and spills out onto your vigorously stroking fingers.

This is it, you say to yourself, and with a smile you wrap your lips around his head, doing your best to relax your jaw and take more of him inside of you, all while still stroking.

"Oooh d-darling!" Adrian moans loudly, raising up on his elbows to better see what you've done to him, before dropping heavily back on to the bed. You begin to bob your head up and down in time with the rhythm of your strokes, and Adrian strains his hips as far forward as they'll go, seeking more of the moist warmth of your mouth.

"D-dearest I'm—I'm going to," he pauses at the last word, once again on his elbows now, pleading eyes seeking your own out. But you only smile to yourself and continue, bringing your free hand up to press against his chest in a gesture meant to push him back down against the bed. He doesn't budge though, and instead clutches your hand, his entire body going stiff as he lets out one final, broken groan, releasing his seed into your mouth.

The sensation catches you by surprise at first, but you keep your composure, letting your strokes come to a slow stop before releasing his member entirely and swallowing the salty deposit.

Adrian lets out a shaky breath, pulling you up to lay across his chest, "Darling, that was unnecessary of you, I was more than satisfied having satisfied you."

You glare up at him playfully, eyebrow cocked, "That's utter nonsense and you know it. How could I let you do all of that work, only to have to suppress your own wants? I'm not a monster."

"No," Adrian looks away, expression stoic, "you're certainly not a monster." When he meets your eyes again, his expression has softened, "You're the most fortunate thing to have ever happened to me. You're my own personal angel, my slice of redemption."

His heavy words leave you blushing, causing him to chuckle, "Do my words effect you so? I apologize dearest, I just cannot contain my appreciation for you. But I'll offer you some reprieve, we do still have lessons to get to, shall we save the pillow talk for this evening?" Now you're the one giggling, although mostly out of anticipation for whatever it is Adrian has in store for you later, "I am agreeable to this," you respond with a coy smile. Adrian returns it with one of his own, and then scoops you up into his arms with unnatural ease, lifting both of you from the bed and carrying you out of the room, "Then let us move with haste, I don't know about you but I am suddenly quite eager for time to pass swiftly."