Lost Star by Hawke, Morgan (digital book reader .TXT) 📕

A cool and invigorating wave of excitement and anticipation rushed through Ravnos’s veins. All that muscular and pristine white skin was under his complete control. He could feel his grin widening even farther. He lifted the blade a tiny amount.

“Hold still. This is very sharp, and I’d rather not do any permanent damage.”

Seht swallowed but otherwise didn’t twitch a muscle.

Ravnos flicked the blade in a precise circle around the very edge of Seht’s areola, the puckered pink flesh that surrounded the nipple. A thin line of scarlet welled up but didn’t drip. The cut had only been deep enough to draw a very small amount of blood, which was all he needed. He leaned very close and dragged his tongue all the way around the small cut, liberally soaking it in saliva.

Quickly, he rose back up and flicked the blade around the same circle, cutting lines from within to without through the circle in rays, sketching a seeping sun around Seht’s nipple. This was something he hadn’t attempted with any of his human lovers.

His venom was generally far too intense for them.

Quickly, he moved to the other nipple and sketched yet another weeping circle.

Another lick and more ray lines were added. Ravnos then propped his elbow down by Seht’s left side and rested his chin on his fist, idly jiggling the tiny blade. He smiled.

Seht sucked in a slow breath and began to tremble, his muscles moving involuntarily. Both of his cocks swelled to a stiffness that actually pulled them away from his belly. The shafts darkened, the veins visibly pulsing with blood. The crowns Interstellar Service & Discipline: Lost Star

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bloomed to an angry purple. Clear, viscous fluid seeped from both crowns. He spoke in a hoarse whisper. “Your venom…”

Ravnos’s brows lifted slightly, and his smile remained broad. “Potent, isn’t it?”

Seht’s brow was dotted with perspiration, but his lips curved into a smile. “So, you’ve become something of a sadist.”

Ravnos’s eyes narrowed and his smile tightened. “I had to find a way to handle my…aggression. Erotic sadism, giving pain to those who derive sexual excitement from it, has proved quite effective.”

Seht’s eyes closed, and he began to pant. He spat out something harsh in a language Ravnos’s internal translator couldn’t decipher.

Ravnos lifted his head from his upraised fist. I think he’s about reached his limit.

Wearing a smile he knew damned well was completely smug, he twirled the tiny knife in his fingers. “Shall I continue?” He leaned close to Seht’s pointed ear and whispered,

“Or would you rather cum now?” He reached down, extended his index finger, and tapped the weeping crown of Seht’s upper cock, hard.

Seht’s eyes flew open, his body arched up hard, and he released a loud, choking scream. Every muscle in his body flexed, etched in stark relief, straining against Ravnos’s hold on his wrists.

Ravnos jerked upright, his brows lifting in surprise, but he didn’t let go of Seht’s wrists. I didn’t think he’d be that sensitive to my venom.

Seht dropped back down onto the desk, gasping with his mouth wide open. Tears spilled from the corners of his closed eyes. His face, throat, and chest flushed to a deep pink. Tears of blood wept from the cuts around his nipples.

Ravnos leaned over him, frowning. The pulse in the prince’s wrists under his palm was strong, but very fast. Apparently, his blood pressure was actually causing the shallow cuts on his chest to bleed. “Are you all right?”

Seht opened his eyes. The cat-slits were dilated open to nearly full circular width with only a slender band of blue encircling the dark pupil. His entire body trembled. He spoke in a whisper. “L-let me c-cum.”

Ravnos’s frown deepened. He did not like the way Seht’s eyes had dilated.

“Seht?”

Seht turned to face him, snarling, his mouth stretched wide to bare his fangs to their fullest extent. “Let me cum!”

Ravnos’s exposed cock pulsed, causing a small amount of precum to dribble free.

He gasped with the ache of being harder than he’d ever been. The gleam of gold from the band around his wrist caught his eye. Captain Sear’s gift…

Ravnos used Seht’s wrists to pull him to the edge of the desk. The Skeldhi prince’s bare feet landed on the floor, his legs bound together by his own pants around his thighs. He then turned the prince around to face the table, grabbed a handful of all that long white hair at the base of his neck, and shoved him facedown on the desk, hard.

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Seht threw up his arms, keeping his face from colliding with the table. “What are you doing?”

Ravnos stared at the round, firm, snow-white butt bent over the desk. “Merely fulfilling your wish.” The prince was just far enough away that his cocks were not pressed against the desk’s unyielding surface. He licked his lips. Perfect. He released Seht’s hair for only a split second, just long enough to release the gold band from his wrist.

Seht shoved up onto his hands and glared at Ravnos from over his shoulder.

“What are you—” His eyes widened. “What is that?”

Ravnos grabbed Seht’s hair and shoved him back down. “Not for you.” He slid the ring over the head of his exposed cock to the very base. Anchor thirteen. His internal array broadcast the key word throughout his nervous system. The ring shrank until it snugly encompassed his straining length at the perfect place to keep him from ejaculating until he was ready to do so.

Eyeing Ravnos from over his shoulder, Seht’s eyes widened. “A cockring?”

Ravnos grinned. “Pity I don’t have any lube on me.” He turned to the side so that Seht could watch him as he licked his hand. “Beyond spit, that is.” He reached down to smooth his wet hand along the swollen length of his cock, taking the time to smear the dribbling precum all over the crown.

Seht’s sapphire blue eyes widened to show white all the way around. “You are not planning to…?”

Ravnos pressed his cock up against Seht’s smooth