Random Chance

 

Well, if that was how it was to be, that is how it must be, Anders wasn't leaving. He'd gone entirely too far into this thing to leave without the… well, the payoff was the only way he could think of it.

He nodded and said, "Let's get on with it then," immediately thinking, well that could have sounded more gracious, so following up with, "I mean, yes, please, I live with bated breath to see what is the next phase of your plot, uh, I mean plan," adding a smile to further soften his words.

Hand on chin again, Random said, "You are where you need to be, almost. But you must uncover yourself. I want you to feel the cold and I want access to all of you. Good. Now move a little more forward so that your balls dangle off the edge. Yes, just like that. Now, move your feet further apart. And your hands. I will expect you to control your hands. Keep them at your side please. No touching yet. You may ask me to do things or not do things. I may or may not respond as you wish. Do you have any questions?"

Anders was completely boggled by the thought of what questions he might have. "Do you know what you're doing?" was amply answered in some detail. "What next?" seemed silly and pointless, so he just nodded his ascent.

"Good. And remember. No hands," Random murmured as he gracefully dropped to the space left between Anders legs. As he sat on his haunches, the low bed gave him perfect access, as he'd planned. He sat some minutes, his legs crossed under the bed, quietly contemplating the huge human erection rising in front of him. It had been some time since he'd been with a human man.

Finally Random took a single finger and, wetting it in his mouth, barely touched the top, allowing a single drop of spit to play there between finger and penis, watching as the member seemed to strain of it's on volition to close the gap. Anders groaned and gasped. He was used to the warm, firm, enthusiastic grasps of women, not this cold precision. This was… agony… but of the very very best kind.

He choked out, "If, if you do that again, I'm not sure that I can be responsible for myself. I know you want to prolong this, but I am only a man."

Random chuckled, "Do not concern yourself overmuch. Should you, ah, lose control, I assure you that I can bring you back to life, after a suitable interval of course."

This casual disregard of his dilemma angered Anders, and he swore that he would draw upon all of his mage training, all of those long dreary years of Circle discipline, to exert whatever self control was necessary, come what may. Stealing himself he began a complex breathing exercise and allowed his eyes to defocus.

"Ah, I see you are now determined to see things through… from beginning to… end," Random said, observing the struggle for control.

With that, and with the lack of any preliminaries or warning that Anders was beginning to recognize, Random lowered his mouth onto Anders, engulfing him in warm sweetness. Never had Anders been so grateful for his mage training… and for the cold room… it kept him at least a little focused. He concentrated on his breathing while his very being seemed to melt and coalesce into something better, softer, brighter.

Without using his hands, Random had gently bent Anders forward and was now on his hands and knees. Distractedly, Anders noticed that his back was as scared as his chest, if not more so. Cowards, attacking from behind, he thought as he drifted into a reverie, his mind detaching from his body, but still intensely aware of every sensation that body was experiencing.

Random slowed his breathing and concentrated on technique. This man really was very large, thick as well as long. And it had been… a long time. Elves fit better, but there was something delightful about working with a tool that was a bit too large for comfort.

Anders' eyes shot open in shock. He was riveted by what he was watching. He'd had girls do this to him of course, but they would only take the first few inches into their mouths and then giggle and tease about how large he was, while firmly refusing more. Random, quietly, carefully, had already swallowed half his length and showed no sign of choking or stopping. It just wasn't possible, or at least so he'd been lead to believe by various women.

Continuing down the shaft, Random would pull back a bit, allowing his tongue a caress, then move forward, further, always further. Anders was completely fascinated. If an ogre and a hoard of darkspawn had appeared in the room he would have hardly noticed. The sensations were perfect, not too stimulating, intensely pleasurable, just right, but the visuals were compelling. He watched with complete attention as another half inch, then another of his most precious part disappeared down the elf's throat.

Then he had completely disappeared. He had ceased to be. Random's lips gently touched his belly, nuzzling against the hair there. Then, half inch by half inch, he reappeared, more slowly even than the engulfing, Random pulled back, allowing his tongue more play and occasionally taking little gulps forward, only to pull back again.

When he reached the end, Random sat back, finally using his hands, and nuzzled his face with the tip of Anders' penis, making love to just that part of him, letting it touch now his mouth, now his eyes, nuzzling is against his cheek. Then carefully, gravely, he placed it again upright where he had found it and sat back.

"New?" Random said, looking up through his lashes.

"Uh," Anders realized that he was being addressed, that he was expected to speak. "Uh, well, not exactly, but not, well not anything like that. Uh, yes, new. Definitely, definitely new."

Random smiled. "I can swallow swords too," he said, laughing.

"I have no doubt. I have no doubt at all," Anders stammered.

Leaning back on his hands, displaying his own erection, Random said, a bit wistfully, "I would do more, but I don't think you could stand it. Not tonight, not with what else I have in mind."

For that Anders was both grateful and regretful. A bit more of that and, discipline or no, he would be spent. He suspected for days. Maybe weeks.

"I think refreshments now, an appetizer before the main course, as it were," Random was saying as he rose and reached for the platter, the goblets and the pitcher.