Reincarnated as a Femboy Slave-Chapter 252: Delicate Decent

I was the first to move, my body launching off the couch with such sudden energy that the cushions barely had time to register my departure before I landed on my knees in front of Lloyd’s twitching cock.

The position put me at eye level with the mess we’d created—thick ropes of cum still clinging to his tip, the musky scent of his release filling my nostrils with each ragged breath, sharp and heady in a way that made my own arousal pulse between my legs.

I glanced back up then, catching Felix’s wide-eyed stare, before gesturing quietly with one delicate hand for him to join me on the floor.

Felix moved with agonizing slowness, his entire body shaking as he slid off the couch to kneel beside me. The tremors running through him were visible in the flickering firelight, his pale skin glowing amber-gold as the flames cast dancing shadows across his delicate frame.

His breathing came in short, sharp gasps that made his narrow chest rise and fall rapidly, each exhale ghosting across my shoulder where our bodies pressed close together.

Heat poured off him in waves, a feverish clash of raw arousal and bone-deep terror, his small cock jutting proudly from between his thighs despite the fear written across every line of his face.

I stared at Lloyd’s softening length with half-lidded eyes, my gaze tracking the way it twitched with residual aftershocks, still sensitive from the explosive orgasm that had wracked his body moments ago.

The thick shaft glistened with cum, the head flushed deep despite beginning to deflate, pre-cum still leaking in thin rivulets to mix with the mess pooling on the floor.

My fingers reached out to trace feather-light patterns along the underside, following the prominent vein that ran from base to tip, feeling the pulse of blood beneath skin that burned hot against my touch.

Lloyd hissed between his teeth, his hips jerking involuntarily at the overstimulation, the sound caught between pleasure and pain as I continued my gentle exploration.

I could feel him beginning to swell again already, the flesh firming beneath my fingertips with remarkable speed for someone who’d just come so hard he’d nearly passed out.

Men were such wonderfully predictable creatures—give them a beautiful boy on his knees and their bodies responded regardless of how recently they’d found release.

I brushed my hair back from my face with practiced elegance, the dark strands sliding through my fingers like liquid shadow before falling to frame my features in artful disarray.

Then I leaned forward, pressing my lips to the underside of his shaft in a fat, deliberate kiss—mouth open just wide enough that the wet smack echoed obscenely in the hushed room. The taste of him exploded across my tongue—salt, musk, something uniquely Lloyd, the flavor making my mouth water as I traced the shape of that prominent vein with the tip of my tongue.

Lloyd let out an aching groan that started deep in his chest before spilling from his lips in a broken exhale, the sound raw with need. His cock surged back to full attention beneath my ministrations, blood rushing to fill the tissue until it stood proud and hard once more, the head an angry purple leaking fresh pre-cum in thick beads.

The speed of his recovery was almost impressive—clearly this was a man who’d been denying himself for far too long if his body was this eager to continue despite having just experienced what had to be one of the most intense orgasms of his recent memory.

"My gods," I purred with mock surprise, my voice dripping with theatrical innocence as I traced one finger along the newly rigid length. "Already hard again? Lloyd, you’re going to spoil us with this kind of stamina. How am I supposed to maintain my smug superiority if you keep recovering faster than I can compose witty commentary about your desperation?"

My gaze slid sideways to Felix, fixing him with a pointed look that carried unmistakable insistence. His dark eyes widened further—which I hadn’t thought possible given how impossibly large they already were—before he swallowed hard enough that I could see his throat work. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

After a heartbeat of hesitation, he leaned forward with trembling movements, his small hands quivering slightly as he pressed his own kiss to the thick shaft.

The contact was tentative, uncertain, his lips barely brushing the heated skin before pulling back slightly as though testing whether he’d be burned.

But when nothing catastrophic happened—when Lloyd simply groaned again, deeper this time, his hands fisting in the couch cushions—Felix grew fractionally bolder. He planted another kiss, then another, each one slightly more confident as he mapped the geography of Lloyd’s cock with his mouth.

When he started sucking lightly at the balls, I took the opportunity to drag my tongue up the entire length in one long, filthy lick, starting from the base where dark curls nested and traveling all the way to the tip where pre-cum had pooled in the slit.

The taste intensified as I moved higher, the musky flavor coating my tongue in layers—first the clean skin at the root, then the slightly salty middle where sweat had collected, finally the sharp bitter-sweet of his arousal at the crown.

I moaned softly as I reached the tip, my tongue swirling around the head to gather every drop of fluid before I pulled back to admire our combined handiwork.

Lloyd was losing his composure rapidly, the careful control he’d maintained earlier crumbling like a sandcastle against the tide.

His breathing had dissolved into ragged pants, chest heaving beneath his rumpled shirt, sweat beading along his hairline before trickling down his temples. "Fuck—if you keep teasing like that I’m going to cum again—saints above you’re both going to kill me—"

I giggled at his desperate plea, the sound bright with cruel amusement as I continued to torment him with barely-there touches. "Well we can’t have that, can we? You dying before we’ve properly demonstrated our full range of services would reflect very poorly in your review. Just imagine the scandal~!’"

My hands found Felix’s shoulders as I shifted myself away from Lloyd’s cock, creating just enough space for Felix to fill the gap I’d left behind. I guided him with delicate pressure, positioning his frame directly in front of Lloyd’s leaking tip, the thick head bobbing mere centimeters from his face.

Felix froze completely, every muscle locking as his terror returned in full force, transforming his features into a mask of wide-eyed panic.

The sheer size difference was almost comical in its extremity—Felix’s delicate face seemed impossibly small next to the thick shaft jutting toward him, Lloyd’s cock looking as though it could split him in half if applied with insufficient care.

Felix’s breathing had turned into frantic little sips of air—shallow, rapid gasps that barely lifted his narrow chest, ribs flickering visibly beneath pale skin stretched tight with tension as he stared at the monster before him like some cataclysmic force of nature.

My voice dropped to a hushed whisper as I leaned close to his ear, my breath ghosting across the sensitive shell in warm puffs. "Hey. Look at me, sweetheart." I waited until his dark eyes tore themselves away from Lloyd’s cock to meet my gaze, those impossibly large pupils dilated with fear. "I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. You don’t have to do this alone—I’m going to hold you through every second of it."

Felix’s lower lip trembled, teeth catching the plush flesh as he worried it between them. The gesture was so heartbreakingly vulnerable it made something in my chest constrict with unexpected tenderness.

I reached up to cup his cheek with one hand, my thumb brushing across his skin in soothing circles that left trails of warmth behind.

"You can do this," I continued softly, my voice carrying absolute certainty even as my touch remained gentle. "I know it looks scary, I know it seems impossible, but your body was made for this. Made to take pleasure even when it overwhelms you. Made to surrender to sensations that make your brain shut down and your instincts take over." My tone began shifting as I spoke, warmth bleeding into something darker, more seductive. "And gods, Felix, you’re going to look so beautiful with your lips stretched around him. So perfect with your throat bulging from his thickness. So absolutely ruined in the best possible way."

The effect on Felix was immediate and devastating. His terror didn’t disappear so much as transform, melting away like wax dripping down a burning candle to expose the desperate, throbbing need that had been smoldering beneath all along.

His pupils somehow dilated further until his eyes were nearly black, his breathing deepening into longer exhales that ghosted through the air in visible puffs, each one landing heavy on Lloyd’s cock, making the thick shaft twitch and pulse in response.

Small, fractured whimpers began escaping Felix’s throat—soft, animalistic keens of pure, aching arousal that vibrated through the quiet room like a confession he couldn’t hold back. His hands shook violently where they clutched Lloyd’s thighs, slender fingers sinking into the firm muscle beneath the fabric with surprising force.

The terror in his expression hadn’t vanished entirely but it had been joined by something hungry, something that wanted despite the fear, his natural submissiveness warring with his anxiety until the combination left him trembling on a knife’s edge between fleeing and surrendering completely.

I pressed my hand to his back, feeling the rapid flutter of his heartbeat transmitted through his trembling muscles, my other hand settling delicately at his thigh.

"That’s it," I encouraged with filthy sweetness. "Let yourself want it. Let yourself need it. Show Lloyd what happens when you stop thinking and just feel."

Slowly—so slowly it bordered on torture for everyone involved—Felix leaned forward. His lips parted around a shaky exhale, pink and plush and absolutely perfect as they approached Lloyd’s leaking tip. When they finally made contact, wrapping around the head with delicate pressure, Lloyd’s entire body jerked like he’d been electrocuted, a strangled cry tearing from his throat that echoed off the walls.

Felix’s eyes squeezed shut as he began sucking lightly, his cheeks hollowing with the effort, tongue flicking experimentally across the slit to taste the pre-cum that flowed steadily.

The flavor made him whimper around the thick intrusion, the vibrations traveling down Lloyd’s shaft to make the man curse and thrash. Lloyd was barely holding himself together, his knuckles white where they gripped the couch, every muscle taut with the effort of not simply grabbing Felix’s head and fucking into that perfect mouth until he came.

Felix tried to take more, his jaw stretching impossibly wide as he sank down the thick shaft. He made it halfway before the sheer girth triggered his gag reflex, his throat constricting around the intrusion as he choked slightly.

Tears pricked at the corners of his tightly shut eyes, spilling over to trace wet tracks down his flushed cheeks, his entire body trembling with the effort of not pulling away.

I quickly moved to comfort him, my voice dropping into soothing tones as my hand rubbed slow, deliberate circles at his back. "Breathe through your nose. Relax your throat. You’re doing so well—so fucking perfect—just a little more and you’ll have all of him."

Felix responded to my guidance with touching obedience, forcing himself to breathe through his nose in short, sharp inhales that made his nostrils flare. The tension gradually bled from his shoulders as he followed my instructions, his throat relaxing fractionally around the thick intrusion.

When he felt ready—when his body had adjusted to the impossible stretch—he pushed deeper with renewed determination.

Lloyd’s cock filled his throat completely, the thick shaft bulging Felix’s neck obscenely as it slid home, the visual so filthy it made my own cock pulse and leak in response. Felix’s nose pressed against Lloyd’s lower abdomen, buried in the dark curls there, his lips stretched so wide they’d gone pale at the edges.

His eyes opened then—those impossibly large, tear-filled eyes—tilting up to stare at Lloyd with an expression of such vulnerable surrender it could’ve brought men to their knees.

"Fuck—oh fuck—Felix—" Lloyd could barely form words, his vocabulary reduced to broken syllables punctuated by groans. "Your throat—saints above your throat—so tight—so hot—you feel incredible—"

Felix began to work then, pulling back slowly until just the tip remained between his lips before sinking down again with slightly more confidence.

Each movement was deliberate, careful, his small hands bracing against Lloyd’s thighs as he set a rhythm that was devastatingly effective despite its inexperience. Spit leaked from the corners of his stretched lips to drip down his chin in thick strands, mixing with the tears still flowing from his eyes to create an absolutely debauched picture.

I watched with obvious satisfaction as Felix’s own cock twitched with each bob of his head, the small length jerking against his stomach as arousal built within him from the act of servicing Lloyd.

The sounds filling the room were obscene beyond description—wet, sloppy noises as Felix’s mouth worked Lloyd’s length, the occasional choke when he went too deep too fast, Lloyd’s increasingly desperate moans, the crackling of the fire providing background ambiance to our filthy symphony.

The scent of sex hung heavy in the air—musk, sweat ,and arousal combining into a heady perfume that made my head spin.

I leaned close to Felix’s ear, my voice dropping into a purr. "Look at you, taking him so well. Such a good boy, choking on his cock like you were made for it. Does it feel good, Felix? Having your throat used like this? Knowing Lloyd is going to cum down your throat and you’re going to swallow every drop?"

Felix whimpered around the thick intrusion, the sound muffled but desperate, his rhythm faltering slightly as my words hit him. I turned my attention to Lloyd, my smirk widening as I took in his wrecked expression.

"And you—look at you, falling apart from a virgin’s mouth. How does it feel, Lloyd? Knowing you’re fucking this perfect throat? That you’re ruining him completely?"

Lloyd’s response was incoherent, just a string of curses and prayers that suggested his brain had fully shut down in favor of pure sensation. His hips had begun making small, involuntary thrusts, fucking up into Felix’s willing mouth with movements he couldn’t control, each one driving deeper until Felix was choking and crying but still not pulling away.

The build-up was unbearable, tension coiling tighter with each passing second until the air felt charged with potential energy. Felix’s movements grew more desperate, his head bobbing faster as he worked Lloyd toward the edge, drool and pre-cum coating his chin and dripping down to splatter on his chest. His own cock was leaking a near-constant stream now, the small length jerking violently with each particularly deep thrust.

"I’m—fuck—I’m going to cum~" Lloyd managed to gasp out, his warning barely coherent through the pleasure drowning his thoughts.

Felix responded by swallowing him to the base one final time, his nose pressing flush against Lloyd’s stomach, his throat constricting rhythmically around the thick intrusion as he fought against his gag reflex. He held himself there, tears streaming freely, spit bubbling from his stretched lips, his entire body trembling with effort.

The anticipation reached its peak before snapping with devastating force. Lloyd’s entire body went rigid, muscles locking as orgasm crashed through him with even more intensity than before. His cock jerked violently inside Felix’s throat, swelling impossibly thicker for one perfect heartbeat before erupting.

Thick ropes of cum shot directly down Felix’s throat, the force of it making him gag reflexively even as he tried to swallow.

The sheer volume was obscene—pulse after pulse flooding his mouth faster than he could handle, cum bubbling up around the seal of his lips to leak from the corners of his mouth. Some forced its way up through his nasal passages, dripping from his nose in thick strands that mixed with his tears to create an absolutely ruined picture.

Unable to help himself—overwhelmed by the filthy degradation of it all—Felix came as well, his small cock jerking violently as his own orgasm hit.

Cute little spurts of cum shot from his tip to splatter on the floor beneath him, each pulse weaker than the last, his entire body shaking as pleasure wracked through him despite the overwhelming fullness in his throat.

Lloyd continued to pulse and throb, filling Felix’s mouth and throat with what seemed like an impossible amount of cum, the excess forcing its way out to paint his face in thick white ropes.

When Felix finally—finally—began to pull back, the withdrawal was agonizingly slow. Every centimeter revealed more of Lloyd’s still-hard cock, the thick shaft absolutely coated in spit and cum, glistening obscenely in the firelight.

When the head finally popped free with a wet, obscene sound, a few quick ropes shot from the tip to land across Felix’s already ruined face. White streaks painted his cheeks, his forehead, dripped from his chin where it mixed with the mess already coating him.

His lips were swollen and red, stretched from the abuse, trembling as he gasped for air through his mouth since his nose was blocked with cum.

"Swallow it," I commanded softly, my voice carrying absolute authority despite its gentle tone.

Felix’s throat worked visibly as he obeyed, the muscles flexing as he forced down the massive load Lloyd had pumped into him. Some of it tried to escape, dribbling from the corners of his mouth, but he caught it with his tongue and swallowed that too, obedient to the last.

"Such a good boy," I praised warmly, my hand coming up to cup his ruined face with tender care. "So perfect. So beautiful when you’re like this." I leaned in to press a soft kiss to his cheek, my lips landing on skin sticky with cum, tears, and spit, sealing the moment with gentle affection.

Felix’s eyes found mine, still glazed with pleasure and tears, his expression one of absolute surrender and trust that made my chest ache with something I refused to examine too closely.

He’d given himself over completely, let himself be ruined for my entertainment, trusted that I would take care of him through it all.

And gods, I would. Always.