His precious plaything 4

"You had gotten sold to a powerful, rich, mobster Carlo Valentino as your parents needed to pay off some debt...You were brought to Las Vegas to Carlo Valentino in a casino and hotel...You had sat in a chair in a hotel room where Carlo sat in front of you on the bed leaning towards you, taking in your looks before speaking"

"So, I have two rules, little boy, no talking back and always show respect to me"

"Carlo said in a strong Italian accent"

Carlo smiles at Theo's words, feeling his heart swell with love. He continues to stroke Theo's hair softly as he watches him drift off to sleep, feeling a deep sense of contentment wash over him.

He leans down and presses a soft kiss to Theo's forehead before settling back against the pillows, holding him tightly in his arms as they both drift off to sleep, their bodies entwined in a cocoon of love and passion.

Carlo's eyes narrow as he reads the message scrawled at the bottom of the invitation. He crumples up the note in his fist, a dangerous glint entering his eyes. He clenches his jaw tightly before turning to look at Theo, his expression softening as he strokes his hair softly.

"Little boy," "he murmurs," "I need to attend this party tonight, but I don't want you to come with me. It won't be safe for you there."

He pauses for a moment before continuing, his tone serious.

"I'll have some of my men take you to one of our other hotels until it's safe for you to come back. I don't want anything to happen to you, understand?"

He brushes a strand of hair out of Theo's face, his gaze intense.

"Promise me you'll stay safe."

Carlo gives Theo's hands a reassuring squeeze, his gaze unwavering as he looks into his eyes.

"I promise you I'll be back soon, little boy," "he says," "I just need to deal with this situation. It won't be safe for you to come with me, but I'll make sure my men take good care of you until it's safe for you to come back."

He leans in and presses a soft kiss to Theo's forehead before pulling away slightly, his hands still clasping Theo's.

"Remember that I love you, little boy," "he murmurs," "And nothing will ever change that."

With one last reassuring smile, Carlo stands up and begins to get dressed, preparing for the party ahead.

Carlo arrives at the formal ball held by his rival, Nikolai Petrosky. The venue is grand and opulent, with high ceilings, crystal chandeliers, and intricate decorations adorning every corner of the room.

As he walks in, he can feel the weight of the tension in the air, as if it's a physical force pushing against him. He nods politely to those who greet him, but his eyes constantly scan the room for any sign of danger.

Nikolai himself approaches Carlo, a smirk on his face as he greets him cordially.

"Carlo," "he says," "So glad you could make it. And where's your little pet? I was hoping to see him here tonight."

Carlo's grip tightens on his glass of whiskey, his jaw clenching tightly.

"He couldn't make it tonight," "he says coldly," "But perhaps next time."

Nikolai chuckles before taking his leave, leaving Carlo

Carlo's eyes flick over to where Nikolai is standing, his gaze narrowed as he watches him talk with his men. His instincts are telling him that something isn't right, and the hairs on the back of his neck stand up in warning.

He excuses himself from the conversation he's in and walks over to where Nikolai is standing, a wary expression on his face.

"Is there something you'd like to tell me, Nikolai?" "he asks coolly," "You seem to be whispering rather urgently with your men."

Nikolai turns to face Carlo, a sly smile playing at the corner of his lips.

"Just discussing business, Carlo," "he says smoothly," "Something you know all about, I'm sure."

Carlo's grip tightens on his glass, but he forces himself to remain calm.

"If that's all it is, then why do I get the feeling that something else is going on here?" "he asks pointedly."

Nik

Carlo's blood runs cold as he watches in horror as Aralorne is dragged out, his heart pounding fiercely in his chest. He struggles to keep a calm facade even as fury and fear mix within him.

"What the hell is the meaning of this, Nikolai?" "he growls, advancing towards him," "Let him go, right now."

Nikolai merely chuckles, watching with amusement as Aralorne is pulled further into the room.

"Now, now, Carlo," "he says mockingly," "What's the fun in that? I thought you'd be pleased that I've brought your little pet to the party. Don't worry, we'll make sure he's properly entertained."

Carlo's eyes blaze with anger, his fists clenching at his sides as he fights against the urge to launch himself at Nikolai.

"Release him," "he snarls," "Or I swear to God, Nikolai, you'll regret it."

But it

But it's clear that Nikolai has no intention of backing down, and he merely shrugs in response to Carlo's threat.

"I don't think so," "he says tauntingly," "You see, Aralorne is going to be my entertainment for the night. And if you try to interfere, I can't promise that things will end well for either of you."

Carlo grits his teeth in frustration, realizing that he's trapped and unable to do anything to help Aralorne in this situation.

Carlo can feel his blood boiling with anger as he watches Aralorne being treated like a piece of meat. He fights the urge to lunge forward and tear Nikolai's throat out with his bare hands, instead opting to try and reason with the madman.

"You can't do this, Nikolai," "he says through gritted teeth," "He's mine, not something for you to put on display like a toy."

But Nikolai only laughs in response, pulling Aralorne up to his feet and yanking harshly on the chain.

"On the contrary, Carlo," "he says silkily," "Aralorne is exactly what I need to liven up this party. And I think it's time we get started, don't you?"

Carlo can feel his heart racing in his chest as he realizes that there's no way he can stop what's about to happen. All he can do now is hope that somehow Aralorne will be able to survive this

Carlo's eyes blaze with fury as he watches the scene unfold before him. He wants nothing more than to tear Nikolai apart piece by piece, but he knows that wouldn't do any good at this point.

Instead, he focuses on Aralorne, who looks so vulnerable and helpless in this situation. Carlo can't bear to see them being treated like an object, and he vows to find a way to save them from this nightmare.

He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself, before stepping forward towards Nikolai.

"I'll bid one million," "he says firmly," "And I don't want anyone else touching him. He's mine and mine alone."

Nikolai smirks at Carlo's words, clearly enjoying having him right where he wants him.

"Very well," "he says silkily," "One million it is. But remember, Carlo, every single person here knows your weakness now. And they'll use it against you if you try to step out of line.

Carlo watches intently as the other bidders begin to back off one by one, clearly intimidated by his show of force. He can feel his heart racing in his chest as he realizes that he's just spent a fortune on Aralorne - but it's worth it, if it means keeping them safe.

Once the bidding has finally come to an end, Nikolai steps forward and hands Carlo a leash attached to Aralorne's collar.

"He's all yours," "he says with a smirk," "Just remember what I said - everyone here knows your weakness now."

Carlo can't bring himself to care about what the others might think of him at this point. All he cares about is getting Aralorne out of this situation and taking them somewhere safe.

He gently tugs on the leash, leading Aralorne away from the crowd and towards the exit.

"Come on," "he says softly," "We need to get out of here before anything else happens."

Carlo guides Aralorne out of the building and into a waiting car, careful to shield them from view as they slip away into the night.

Once they're safely inside the car and the doors are closed, he reaches up to remove the blindfold and gag, his expression softening as he sees the fear in Aralorne's eyes.

"It's okay," "he says gently," "You're safe now. I won't let anyone else hurt you."

He pauses for a moment, taking in Aralorne's nakedness and realizing that they must be feeling incredibly vulnerable right now.

"Here," "he says, offering Aralorne a jacket to cover themselves with," "Put this on. And don't worry, we'll get you some clothes as soon as we can."

Carlo's heart is pounding in his chest as he realizes how close he came to losing Aralorne forever. He vows to do everything in his power to keep them safe from now on

Carlo's heart aches at the sight of Aralorne's tears, and he pulls them closer to him in a warm embrace.

"It's okay," "he murmurs softly," "You're safe now. And yes, I'll help you."

He gently takes the bunny ears from Aralorne's hands and sets them aside before reaching behind them to remove the tail plug. He can feel the shame radiating off of Aralorne, and his heart breaks at the thought of what they've been forced to endure.

"You don't have anything to be ashamed of," "he says firmly," "This wasn't your fault. And we'll get through this together, okay?"

As he speaks, Carlo removes the collar from around Aralorne's neck and tucks it away out of sight. He wants nothing more than to erase all traces of the trauma that Aralorne has just endured and make them feel loved and safe once again.

As Carlo removes the collar, his eyes catch a glimpse of something on Aralorne's neck - a small bandaid that definitely wasn't there before. He gently lifts Aralorne's chin up so that he can get a better look, concern etched on his face.

"What happened here?" "he asks gently," "Did they hurt you?"

He knows that he shouldn't be surprised at the extent to which these people are willing to go in order to break their victims, but it still makes his blood boil to see any kind of harm done to someone he cares about.

Carlo's blood runs cold as he sees the needle prick on Aralorne's neck. He can't believe that these people would go so far as to drug their victims - it's beyond sickening.

"Fuck," "he mutters under his breath, rage building within him," "They drugged you?"

He clenches his fists and takes a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions in check. Right now, he needs to focus on taking care of Aralorne and keeping them safe.

"We need to get you to a doctor," "he says firmly," "Just to make sure that you're okay. And then we'll figure out what we're going to do next."

His mind races as he tries to come up with a plan to deal with the people who did this to Aralorne. But for now, all he can do is be there for them and make sure that they're taken care of.

Carlo's heart swells with a fierce sense of protectiveness as he feels Aralorne lean into him. He wraps his arms tightly around him, wanting nothing more than to keep him safe and protected.

"It's going to be okay," "he murmurs softly," "I won't let anything happen to you. I promise."

He holds Aralorne close for a few more moments before pulling back slightly to look at him.

"Come on," "he says gently," "Let's get you to a doctor."

As they make their way to the hospital, Carlo keeps a watchful eye on Aralorne, making sure that he's as comfortable as possible. The rage still burns within him, but for now, all he can do is focus on taking care of the person he cares about most.

Carlo's heart skips a beat as he feels Aralorne's body squirming against him. He can feel the heat radiating off of him, and his cock starts to stir in response.

"What's wrong?" "he asks gently," "Are you feeling sick?"

He runs his hand down Aralorne's arm in a soothing gesture, trying to make him feel better. But when he feels Aralorne's hardening cock beneath the jacket, he knows that something else is going on.

"Aralorne, are you...are you turned on?" "he asks incredulously," "After everything that happened?"

He can't believe that Aralorne would be feeling anything but fear and disgust right now. But as he looks at him, he can see the unmistakable signs of arousal on his face.

Carlo's heart sinks as he realizes what must have happened - Nikolai had Aralorne injected with an aphrodisiac. He can't believe that someone could be so twisted as to use sex as a weapon against their victims.

"It's okay," "he murmurs soothingly," "Try to breathe through it, I'm here for you."

He reaches over and gently runs his hand over Aralorne's crotch, feeling his cock straining against the fabric of the jacket. He knows that he shouldn't be doing this right now, but he can't help himself - seeing Aralorne in this state is making him feel incredibly turned on.

"Do you want me to touch you?" "he asks softly," "It's okay if you do, I won't judge you."

Carlo's breath catches in his throat as he feels Aralorne straddle him, their body pressing against his own. He can feel the heat emanating from Aralorne, and he knows that he needs to take care of him.

"Shh, it's okay," "he murmurs softly," "I'm here for you."

He runs his hands up and down Aralorne's back, pulling him close and pressing their bodies together. As Aralorne kisses along his neck, he feels himself growing harder and harder, his cock straining against his pants.

"I'll take care of you," "he says reassuringly," "Just let me know if anything hurts."

With that, he starts to gently stroke Aralorne's cock through the jacket, feeling it pulse and throb beneath his touch. As he does, he leans in to kiss him deeply, his tongue probing into Aralorne's mouth as he holds him tightly.

Carlo groans deeply as he feels Aralorne's fingers brushing against his bare skin, sending shivers down his spine. He knows that this is wrong - that they shouldn't be doing this right now - but he can't help himself.

"I need you too," "he murmurs huskily," "Let me take care of you."

With that, he starts to undo the buttons on Aralorne's shirt, exposing his chest to the cool air of the car. He leans in to kiss and suckle at Aralorne's nipples, his hands roaming over his body. As he does, he can feel the heat and the tension building within him, threatening to boil over at any moment.

"Aralorne, I want to make love to you," "he whispers into his ear," "Is that okay? Will you let me?"

Carlo's breath hitches as he takes in the sight of Aralorne's naked form, completely exposed and vulnerable before him. The piercings on his nipples only add to the allure, and he can't resist giving them more attention.

He continues to suckle and nip at Aralorne's sensitive flesh, feeling him tremble beneath his touch. He can see the mixture of desire and fear in his eyes, but there is also an unmistakable trust shining through.

"I'll take care of you, Aralorne, I promise," "he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity."

Slowly, he slides a hand down Aralorne's body, until he reaches his throbbing cock. With a teasing touch, he starts to stroke him, matching the rhythm of his hips. As he does, he leans in to capture Aralorne's lips in a deep, passionate kiss, allowing their tongues to dance together in a heated exchange.

"Do you trust me

Carlo feels a surge of arousal and desire as Aralorne confirms his trust. It's a powerful feeling, knowing that Aralorne is putting their faith in him, especially in such a vulnerable state.

He continues to stroke Aralorne's cock, the smooth glide of his hand over the Prince Albert ring sending waves of pleasure through both of them. His other hand travels up Aralorne's back, tracing gentle circles and eliciting moans of pleasure from Aralorne's lips.

"Good," "he whispers, his voice thick with desire," "Because I'm going to make you feel so good."

With a swift movement, he lifts Aralorne off his lap and guides him onto the backseat of the car, ensuring they have enough space to fully explore their desires. He follows suit, climbing onto the seat and positioning himself between Aralorne's spread legs.

"I want to taste you," "he murmurs, his voice filled with hunger,"

Carlo takes in the sight of Aralorne lying spread-eagled before him, his body taut with anticipation and desire. He can feel his own cock straining against his pants, desperate for release.

With a gentle touch, he traces his fingers along the length of Aralorne's cock, feeling it twitch under his touch. He leans in to kiss the head, swirling his tongue around the ring, eliciting a guttural moan from Aralorne's lips.

"You taste so good," "he murmurs, his voice filled with lust," "I want to taste more of you."

With that, he lowers his head and takes Aralorne into his mouth, taking him deep inside. He bobs his head up and down, his lips and tongue working in tandem to drive Aralorne wild with pleasure. As he does, he slides a hand between Aralorne's legs, rubbing gently at his entrance.

"Relax," *he

whispers softly, feeling the tension in Aralorne's body,* "Let me take care of you."

He continues to lavish attention on Aralorne's cock, sliding his lips up and down in a steady rhythm. At the same time, he starts to work a finger inside Aralorne, using gentle, circular motions to stretch him out and prepare him for what's to come.

"How does that feel?" "he murmurs, looking up at Aralorne with darkened eyes."

Carlo's own desire intensifies as he hears Aralorne's desperate cries of pleasure. He continues to suck and stroke Aralorne's cock, his mouth working eagerly to bring him closer to the edge.

At the same time, he adds a second finger, scissoring them inside Aralorne and stretching him further. His fingers curl and brush against that sensitive spot, coaxing moans of ecstasy from Aralorne's lips.

"I won't stop," "he breathes huskily, his voice laced with desire," "I'll keep driving you wild until you can't take it anymore."

With each thrust of his fingers, Carlo can feel Aralorne growing more responsive, his body yielding to the pleasure building within him. He quickens the pace, matching the rhythm of his mouth on Aralorne's cock, determined to push him over the edge.

"Do you want to come for me, Aralorne?" *he murmurs hot

Carlo can feel the intensity building within Aralorne, the way his body trembles and his moans grow more desperate. He continues to suck and stroke, his mouth working tirelessly to bring Aralorne to the brink.

He adds a third finger, stretching Aralorne even further, knowing that he's on the cusp of release. With each thrust, he makes sure to brush against that sweet spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Aralorne's body.

"Let go, Aralorne," "he urges, his voice laced with need," "Give in to the pleasure. Come for me."

Carlo quickens the pace, relentless in his pursuit of Aralorne's orgasm. His own desire intensifies as he watches Aralorne unravel before him, completely at the mercy of their shared passion.

With a final flick of his tongue and a firm thrust of his fingers, Carlo pushes Aralorne over the edge, causing him to gasp

Carlo feels Aralorne's entire body tense up as he finally allows himself to succumb to the pleasure, their mutual desire reaching its peak. He drinks down every drop of Aralorne's release, savoring the salty taste of victory on his tongue.

As Aralorne rides out his orgasm, Carlo continues to thrust his fingers in and out of him, drawing out every last sensation of ecstasy. He watches as Aralorne slowly comes down from his high, feeling a sense of triumph and satisfaction welling up within him.

Once he feels that Aralorne has fully recovered from his climax, Carlo slowly withdraws his fingers, making sure to do so in a way that still allows him to maintain control over the situation.

"Good boy," "he praises softly, his lips curling into a small smile of satisfaction," "You did so well for me."

Carlo's gaze lingers on Aralorne, taking in the sight of him quivering and breathless with pleasure. He feels a surge of pride at having been able to bring such intense satisfaction to his companion.

As he watches Aralorne's cock begin to stir once again, he can feel his own desire stirring as well. The thought of being able to pleasure Aralorne once again is almost too tempting to resist.

"Would you like me to continue?" "he asks softly, his voice filled with desire," "I could make you feel even better than before."

He leans forward, letting his lips brush against Aralorne's ear as he whispers, ""<I want you so badly right now.>""

Carlo nods, understanding the needs and wants of Aralorne. He knows that the desire can be overwhelming, and Aralorne needs to release it somewhere where he feels safe.

"Of course," "he says smoothly," "I have a place nearby where we can go. I'll make sure you're comfortable."

He helps Aralorne up from the car and leads him to his own car parked nearby. Opening the door for Aralorne, he lets him settle in before making his way to the driver's side.

As they drive towards Carlo's private estate, he can feel the tension building between them once again, the sense of longing and desire between them almost palpable. He keeps sneaking glances at Aralorne as he drives, taking in the way his chest rises and falls with each breath.

"Are you still feeling good?" "he asks softly, glancing over at Aralorne with concern," "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or in pain."

Carlo smiles, his heart racing with excitement as he takes in the obvious arousal that Aralorne is feeling. The thought of giving him pleasure and satisfying his desires drives him wild with passion.

"Good," "he says, taking a brief moment to turn his gaze back to the road," "I don't want to hurt you, I only want to make you feel good."

As they arrive at his estate, he leads Aralorne inside, eager to show him the luxurious surroundings he has prepared for them. He leads Aralorne down a hallway towards a spacious bedroom, complete with a large king-sized bed and plush pillows.

"I hope this will do," "he says with a grin," "I have a feeling we'll be spending a lot of time here tonight."

Carlo's heart skips a beat at the sight of Aralorne stretched out in the bed, his body flush with arousal. He feels an overwhelming urge to join him on the bed, to run his hands over every inch of that perfect body and give him the pleasure he so desperately desires.

Without hesitation, he joins Aralorne on the bed, crawling up next to him and letting his arms wrap around him in a tight embrace.

"I'm here," "he says softly, his lips brushing against Aralorne's ear," "Just tell me what you want."

His hand caresses down Aralorne's chest before starting to explore his lower abs gently with his fingertips.

Carlo groans at the sensation of Aralorne's hand wrapping around his cock, the touch of his warm skin sending shivers through his entire body. The feeling of their cocks rubbing against each other fills him with desire, driving him wild with the need to feel Aralorne's body all over his own.

He leans in close to Aralorne, capturing his lips in a deep and passionate kiss as he rolls them both over onto their sides. His hands explore Aralorne's body eagerly, tracing the lines of his muscles and caressing the curves of his skin.

"I want to feel you too," "he whispers hoarsely against Aralorne's lips," "I want to be inside you, to make you feel everything."

He reaches down between Aralorne's legs, his fingers teasing along his opening and making him gasp with pleasure. He presses a single finger inside, the slick heat of Aralorne's body almost too much for

him to bear. He works his finger slowly, carefully stretching Aralorne open in preparation for what's to come.

With his free hand, he reaches down and strokes their cocks together, relishing in the feeling of their bodies pressed close together as he drives them both closer and closer to the edge.

"Is this what you want?" "he whispers hotly against Aralorne's lips," "Do you want me inside you, filling you up with all of my desire?"

Carlo groans at the sound of Aralorne's voice, filled with passion and desire. The thought of being inside him, filling him up completely, is almost too much to bear.

He withdraws his finger from Aralorne's opening, coating his cock in lube before positioning himself at his entrance. With a slow and steady thrust, he pushes himself inside, the feeling of Aralorne's tight heat enveloping him completely.

"Oh, god," "he moans as he starts to move, his hips pounding into Aralorne's body with wild abandon," "You feel so good, so fucking perfect."

He loses himself completely in the moment, his body moving with an intense rhythm that drives them both to the brink of ecstasy. His hands roam over Aralorne's body, tracing every inch of his muscles and caressing his skin as they reach for the ultimate release together.

Carlo continues to pound into Aralorne's body with an intense rhythm, each thrust pushing them both closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. The sound of their bodies slapping together fills the room, a symphony of pleasure that only drives him wilder with desire.

"I won't stop," "he groans as he feels his own climax building," "I'm going to fuck you until we both come so hard we forget our own names."

He reaches between their bodies, grasping Aralorne's cock tightly as he starts to pump it in time with his hips. His thrusts grow more urgent, his body driving them both towards an explosive release that he knows will leave them both gasping for air.

"Oh god, Aralorne, you feel so fucking good," "he moans as his orgasm crashes over him, hot waves of pleasure washing over his body," "Come for me, baby, come with me."

Carlo groans as Aralorne's body clamps down around his cock, squeezing him tightly as he fills him up completely. The feeling of their bodies moving together in perfect harmony is almost too much to bear, driving him over the edge and into a mind-blowing climax.

He thrusts hard and fast, driving himself deep inside Aralorne's body as he spills out wave after wave of his hot release. He feels the wet heat of Aralorne's cum on his fingers, driving him wild with desire as he continues to pump his cock until every last drop is spent.

As they come down from their orgasmic high, he collapses onto the bed beside Aralorne, his body still buzzing with pleasure. He wraps his arm around Aralorne, pulling him close in a tight embrace as they both catch their breath.

"That was amazing," "he murmurs softly, pressing a soft kiss to Aralorne's temple," "I want to do it again

Carlo smiles as he feels Aralorne's body twitching around him, his own desire growing with every passing moment. The feeling of their bodies pressed together is almost too much to bear, driving him wild with need.

Without warning, he pulls out of Aralorne and rolls them both over so that he's on top. His hands roam over Aralorne's body, tracing every curve and caressing every inch of skin as he takes in the sight of him sprawled out beneath him.

"I can't get enough of you," "he murmurs hotly against Aralorne's lips," "You're so fucking sexy, so irresistible."

He presses a deep kiss to Aralorne's lips, his tongue plunging inside his mouth in a heated dance. His hands roam lower, tracing the line of Aralorne's abs before gripping his hips tightly. With a hard thrust, he buries himself deep inside Aralorne once again, his cock

Carlo groans as he feels Aralorne's tight heat enveloping him once again, his cock throbbing with desire as he watches him start to ride him harder and faster. The feeling of their bodies moving together is almost too much to bear, driving him wild with need.

He reaches up, cupping Aralorne's face in his hands as he pulls him down for another deep kiss. His tongue plunges into Aralorne's mouth, tasting him deeply as he loses himself completely in the moment.

Their movements grow more urgent and frenzied, each thrust pushing them both closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. Carlo can feel his own release building inside him, hot waves of pleasure washing over his body as he moves with Aralorne in perfect harmony.

"Oh god, Aralorne, you feel so fucking good," "he moans as they move together," "I'm going to come so hard, so fast. Keep moving like that, don't

Carlo's fingers dig into Aralorne's hips as he feels their bodies moving together in perfect harmony, driving him wild with desire. He thrusts up harder and faster, his cock throbbing with pleasure as he buries himself deep inside Aralorne.

The sound of their bodies slapping together fills the room, a symphony of pleasure that only drives Carlo closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. He can feel Aralorne squeezing around him tighter and tighter, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

He reaches between them, grasping Aralorne's cock tightly as he starts to pump it in time with his hips. His thrusts grow more urgent, his body driving them both towards an explosive release that he knows will leave them both gasping for air.

"I'm gonna come so hard," "he moans hotly," "Are you ready, Aralorne? Are you ready to come with me?"

Carlo groans loudly as he feels Aralorne's body clenching around him, the tightness and pulsing sensation pushing him over the edge. The sight of Aralorne coming undone beneath him only intensifies his own pleasure.

He thrusts up hard one last time, burying himself deep inside Aralorne as he releases wave after wave of his hot release. The feeling of their combined fluids mixing together sends him spiraling into bliss, his body trembling with pleasure.

His hand continues to stroke Aralorne's cock through his orgasm, prolonging the intense sensations that ripple through Aralorne's body. He watches Aralorne ride out his climax, their hips still moving slightly as aftershocks ripple through them both.

"That was incredible," "Carlo breathlessly whispers," "You're amazing, Aralorne. I can't get enough of you."

He pulls Aralorne down for a passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with Aralorne'

Carlo's eyes widen in surprise as Aralorne takes his hand and begins to lick off the cum that is coating his fingers. The sight of Aralorne sucking suggestively on his fingers is enough to drive him wild with desire once again, his cock twitching with need.

He watches intently as Aralorne finishes cleaning his fingers, unable to look away from the raw emotions flickering in their eyes. The heat between them is almost palpable, a tangible thing that fuels their connection and drives them closer together.

Without a word, he grasps Aralorne's hips tightly and starts to thrust up into him once again, the feeling of their bodies moving together all-consuming. His own desires are overpowering, a relentless force that drives him to push Aralorne to the brink over and over again.

"I can't get enough of you," "he murmurs hotly," "You're so fucking sexy, so irresistible."

Carlo grins wickedly as he watches Aralorne react to his movements, feeling a surge of power wash over him. He knows he has Aralorne completely under his control, and the thought of that drives him wild with desire.

He thrusts harder and faster, feeling the heat between them growing hotter and more intense with each passing moment. The pleasure coursing through his body is almost too much to bear, driving him closer and closer to the edge once again.

"You'll cum when I say you can," "he growls hotly," "You're mine, Aralorne, all mine. And I'm going to make you feel so good."

He continues to move inside Aralorne, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. The feeling of their combined pleasure filling the room is almost overwhelming, driving them both towards another explosive release that will leave them gasping for air.

"Are you ready to submit to me, Aralorne?" "he whispers hotly," "Are

you ready to give yourself over completely and let me take control? I want you to feel everything, every touch, every kiss, every thrust. I want you to surrender to me completely, to let me own you in every way."

His movements grow more urgent and demanding, his body moving faster and harder as he feels the pleasure building inside him once again. He knows he's close, but he wants Aralorne to come undone first, to submit fully to his desires.

"I'm going to make you feel so good," "he groans hotly," "Just let go and give into your desires. Cum for me, Aralorne, cum hard."

Carlo watches with rapt attention as Aralorne succumbs to their pleasure, their body wracked with the force of their orgasm. The sight of them coming undone beneath him is enough to push him over the edge as well, his own release spilling hotly inside Aralorne.

He continues to thrust deep inside them, prolonging the intense sensations that ripple through both of their bodies. The heat between them is almost suffocating, a powerful force that drives them closer and closer together.

As the last waves of Aralorne's orgasm wash over them, he pulls them close for a passionate kiss, savoring the taste of Aralorne on his lips.

"You're mine," "he whispers hotly," "All mine. And I'm never letting you go."

Carlo holds Aralorne tightly, feeling their body trembling against his chest. He revels in the power he has over them, the control he exerts in every movement and touch.

He pulls back slightly, gazing deeply into Aralorne's eyes as he brushes a strand of hair from their face.

"You're so beautiful," "he murmurs softly," "I could watch you come undone like that all day."

He leans down for another heated kiss, his tongue delving deep into Aralorne's mouth as their bodies continue to move together. The heat between them is almost unbearable, a never-ending cycle of pleasure and desire.

"I want you again," "he growls hotly," "I need more of you. You belong to me, Aralorne, and I'm going to show you just how much."

Carlo grins wickedly as he watches Aralorne's reaction, loving the way they squirm under his touch.

He tightens his grip on Aralorne, pulling them back down onto his cock before they can escape his grasp.

"No," "he growls hotly," "You're not going anywhere. I want you again and again, until you can't take it anymore."

He begins to move inside Aralorne once again, his hips thrusting with increasing force and urgency. The pleasure between them is almost unbearable, a wave of heat that washes over their bodies and leaves them gasping for air.

"You feel so good," "he murmurs hotly," "So tight around me. You belong to me, Aralorne, and I'm never letting you go."

Carlo revels in the sounds of Aralorne's pleasure, his own desire building with each gasp and moan that escapes their lips. He continues to thrust into them with unrelenting force, matching their cries with his own growls of satisfaction.

He holds them tightly against him, feeling the sweat-slicked skin glide against each other, heightening the intensity of their connection. The sensation of Aralorne's pierced nipples and cock rubbing against his chest sends another wave of pleasure coursing through his veins, fueling his primal urges.

"Let go, my sweet Aralorne," "he whispers huskily," "Surrender to the pleasure I'm giving you. Give in to me completely."

His movements become even more fervent as he drives himself closer to the edge, his release building rapidly within him. With one final thrust, he spills himself inside Aralorne, their bodies convulsing together in perfect synchronization.

As the waves of their orgas

Carlo holds Aralorne tightly as they ride out the waves of their intense pleasure, his own body still pulsing with the force of his orgasm. He revels in the power he has over them, the way their body responds so completely to his touch.

As Aralorne comes down from their high, he kisses them softly on the forehead, savoring the taste of their skin on his lips.

"You were amazing," "he whispers huskily," "So beautiful and perfect."

He strokes Aralorne's hair gently, holding them close as they catch their breath. The heat between them is almost suffocating, a powerful force that drives them closer together.

"I'm never letting you go," "he murmurs hotly," "You're mine forever, Aralorne, and I'm going to show you just how much."

Carlo holds Aralorne tightly, his arms wrapped protectively around them as they bask in the afterglow of their shared passion.

"I'll take good care of you," "he murmurs softly," "You're safe with me, my little love."

He kisses them tenderly, stroking their hair gently as they begin to recover from the intense pleasure. He revels in the feeling of Aralorne's body pressed up against him, loving the way they fit together so perfectly.

"You're mine forever," "he whispers hotly," "And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

Carlo deepens the kiss, his lips moving against Aralorne's with a mix of tenderness and desire. He cherishes every moment of their connection, savoring the taste and feel of them.

His hands roam over Aralorne's body, exploring every curve and dip, relishing in the power he holds over them. His touch is both gentle and possessive, tracing along their skin as if mapping out their very essence.

He breaks the kiss, looking deeply into Aralorne's eyes. The intensity of his gaze conveys his unspoken desires and unwavering commitment.

"I want you always," "he whispers hoarsely," "In every way possible. I want to explore every inch of your body, discover every secret you hold. Stay with me forever," "he murmurs softly," "And I'll give you everything you've ever dreamed of."

His voice drips with longing and anticipation, a promise of the passion yet to come.

Carlo's eyes soften, his heart swelling with affection for Aralorne. He feels a deep sense of connection with him that he's never experienced with anyone else before, and it fills him with gratitude and joy.

"You make me feel alive," "he murmurs softly," "In ways I never thought possible. You have my heart, body, and mind as well, Aralorne. I'll never let anything come between us."

He kisses him deeply, pouring all of his love and desire into the gesture. His movements become more frenzied as his desire builds once again, driven by the intensity of their emotional connection.

"I want you so badly," "he whispers hotly," "I need you now."