Villain's Second Heart: Trapped in A Fantasy Novel (BL)-Chapter 53: Fulfilling Desire (R-18)

The words were so intoxicatingly fragile that Ezra had to play them over again in his head to understand.

"Ezra, don't stop. I - I need you. All of you."

He looked down at the man underneath him. He'd been so wrapped in their fiery passion he'd almost lost himself - as if on autopilot, mechanically slaking his thirst. But Oberyn's impassioned plea brought him back to reality, if only for long enough to dive back into madness.

He wasn't sure how to give 'all of him' to Oberyn - biologically speaking. But Oberyn had an idea.

Oberyn rose, something inside him shifting. A desire not just to receive, but to give - to see Ezra unravel beneath him the way he had moments ago. The realization sent a rush through him, his body moving before he could second-guess himself.

He leaned in closer, pushing Ezra onto his back. A full role reversal - where Oberyn was just moments ago whimpering and submissive, his boldness was beginning to blossom. He knew what he wanted, and this time it was Ezra's turn to deliver.

He wrapped delicate fingers through Ezra's belt loops and slid off his pants in a fluid motion. Ezra's eyes flickered, wanting to glance down but refusing to look away from Oberyn.

The conversation they had days ago was fresh in his mind - when they spoke of love, intimacy, and biology. The first time he laid his eyes upon Ezra's manhood.

And this time, he had the irrepressible desire to see it through.

"Arousal so profound it makes you erupt like a rocket," Oberyn said, hunger dripping from his words. "I want to experience it. I want you to show me how to get you there."

Ezra blushed. Something about the innocent way Oberyn said the words made him even hungrier.

"We don't have t-"

"You belong to me," Oberyn growled.

Ezra's manhood twitched at Oberyn's insistence.

It felt unfair since Oberyn didn't have any corresponding parts - no way to experience what Ezra could. But the Nephilim's starry gaze suggested that all he wanted was to make Ezra feel good.

Ezra lifted himself up on his elbows, the rest of his body prone against the bed. "Then grab it."

Oberyn's slender fingers wrapped around Ezra's shaft. The sheer heat radiating off the Nephilim was already enough to drive Ezra wild, but they were only just beginning.

Oberyn's back arched reflexively as he took his first feel of Ezra's girth. For something that looked so big, brutal, and barbaric, it fit nicely in his hand. The skin was soft. He could feel Ezra's heart beating through the shaft as he clung onto it with one hand, anxious and eager to proceed.

"Just stroke it, up and down," Ezra instructed. The Nephilim was only too happy to oblige. He started to stroke Ezra, still maintaining intense eye contact.

"Like this?" Oberyn purred, but he could tell already he was doing it correctly. Ezra's breathing shifted, and his arms and legs curled slightly each time he pumped his hand up and down.

"Just like- aah," Ezra moaned. Not too hard, not too loose - Oberyn needed no pointers. The way he worked his hand up and down Ezra's shaft was like magic.

"Do I touch these, too?" Oberyn wondered, grabbing with his other hand.

"You don't have t- unnf!" Ezra threw his head back, moaning again as Oberyn tugged his sack tightly away from his body.

The Nephilim's eyes trailed down Ezra's body, admiring his muscles before his attention latched onto what he was doing. Already, Ezra's shaft was thicker and firmer than before.

He quickened his pace to gauge Ezra's reaction, and the human responded better than Oberyn would have guessed. In between the heavy breathing and the moaning, Ezra had hardly any sense left in his brain.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" Oberyn smiled, working his pace faster and faster. He became fascinated with the thick vein that ran along the bottom of Ezra's cock, and began to rub the area between his head and the vein with his thumb as he pumped up and down.

He kneeled over Ezra, putting the shaft in his face. He kissed it up and down as he continued jerking it. "Can I...use my mouth?" Oberyn wondered, his amber eyes flitting to Ezra's violet stare.

"Oh my god, yes. I - ahhh. I don't think I'll last very long if you - AAH!"

Oberyn dragged his tongue along Ezra's thick vein, staring up at him and peering over the tip of his massive member. He moves his other hand, which was busy tugging and massaging Ezra's balls, to join in the action on his shaft. Ezra was big enough that Oberyn could comfortably jerk him off with both hands, pumping until his arms hurt, slathering the tip with his tongue and kissing all along the shaft.

"Oby...it feels so good..."

Oberyn's mouth was preoccupied, and he didn't respond. He could feel the tension rising higher and higher in Ezra - could sense how close the human was teetering on the edge. It made Oberyn only want to move faster, to bring even greater sensations to Ezra. He let one of his hands glide over Ezra's stomach, clawing ravenously at his abs as he held his tongue out and flicked the tip of his cock over and over again, tightening his grip ever so slightly.

"Aaah, Oby! I'm...getting close...!"

As he said it, Oberyn had the wise idea to burrow down on Ezra's cock. He massaged it with his tongue as he took as much of Ezra into his mouth as he could, gagging slightly but still managing to get over half of Ezra inside.

"I'm gonna -"

Ezra's entire body tensed, his muscles locking up as Oberyn's lips sent him careening over the edge. Heat coiled in his stomach before bursting through him in wild, uncontrollable waves. His mind blanked as he began to burst into Oberyn's mouth.

Ezra grabbed Oberyn's head and thrust into him during the height of his orgasm. His body twitched and writhed, his muscles taut, every fiber of his being coiled with tension as pleasure crashed through him. His breath broke into shattered moans, his fingers tangling in Oberyn's hair as he spilled even more into his waiting mouth. It was too much - too raw, too intense, too good.

Oberyn's mouth coaxed him through wave after wave of relentless pleasure, unlike anything Ezra had ever experienced. He took it all, his eyes fluttering shut, his tongue swirling instinctively as he devoured every last drop. The sensation of Ezra's release - warm, pulsing, human - sent something thrills through his body.

He licked his lips, savoring Ezra's lingering taste. He had never experienced something so raw, so intoxicating. He adored the sight of Ezra like this - helpless, trembling, needing him.

Ezra barely registered when Oberyn pulled back, wiping away the mess at the corner of his lips. His golden eyes flicked upward, soft, uncertain, but satisfied.

"Was that... good?" Oberyn asked, his voice quiet, like he wasn't sure if he had done it right.

Ezra exhaled a breathless laugh, his head rolling back against the pillows. He could barely think, let alone speak.

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"Best moment of my life - and it's because it was with you, Oby."

[+20 FP - Fulfilled Oberyn's Desire]