Carnivals: Claimed By The Deranged Alpha Prince [BL]-Chapter 34: camboy Elio [3]

Jules’ pov

I watched as Elio slipped his hand from his hoodie before tugging his hoodie up to reveal his nipples. They were hard and pinkish.

My eyes twitched as I watched him dribble spit from his tongue till it landed on his nipple. He threw his head back as he massaged the spit into his nipple, letting out a cry that sounded so much like a whimper as he took the nipple between his thumb and index finger to squeeze down on it, back arching as he let out another sound.

My mouth grew even dry as I watched him, eyes wide and filled with awe.

His mouth was hanging open, pant after pant kept leaving his throat. It was clear that he wasn’t putting on an act, that his nipples are indeed sensitive.

I never imagined for a moment that nipples could be that sensitive. That thought made a bubbly feeling settle in my stomach.

Would my nipples be as sensitive as Elio’s nipples?

I asked myself as I watched him switch his attention from his left nipple to his right nipple, showing the right nipple as much attention as he did the left one.

"Oh, yeah." He moaned out, squirming once again, causing spit to gather on my tongue as I watched him.

"Wish you were here right now, because if you were, you’d have used your tongue on my nipples. You’d have held me down and tongue my nipples down, even though it gets too sensitive. You’d still make me take it because... well, because I belong to you." His voice was soft and breathless as he spoke, eyes trained on the camera

My cheeks heated up and something akin to heat settled in my stomach as I listened to him talk. What he was saying was very lewd and should be horrifying to me, but I found myself growing more intrigued as I listened to him talk.

He tugged the hoodie off, leaving him in the pair of shorts he had slipped over his hips.

His nipples were hard and redder than they had looked a few minutes ago and at that moment, I wondered if it would feel nice for me if I played with my own nipples the way he had done moments ago.

He settled his hand on his groin, above the material of his shorts, head thrown back to let out a soft sound, and that was when I realized that he was hard.

He caressed himself over the material of the shorts for a few seconds before finally lifting his hips off the bed and slowly tugging the shorts off his hips.

He looked so sexy right now, legs raised high as he tugged the shorts off completely until he had completely rid of the shorts.

Now, he was left in just a pair of lacy panties.

The top of the black panties was bulging, and I bit on my bottom lip as a sugary scent hit me right in the face, moments later.

It smelled of Elio, but way stronger and sweeter.

I hadn’t realized what it was at first, it wasn’t until Elio began to speak.

"I wish you were here right now." He said to the camera. "If you were, you’d have been able to smell how turned on I am, you’d have been able to smell how much I want you, how much I crave you, how much I’m leaking slick."

I almost choked on spit at the end of his sentence but i managed to control myself at the last second.

I watched as he slipped his fingers past his hard cock, inching downward till he was moving the panties sideways to reveal his hole.

It was slicked wet with clear essence, and in that moment, the stronger and sweeter scent increased even more in the air.

I swallowed emptily.

So, that was what slick meant.

I felt extremely shocked as I stared as a trickle of said slick dribbled out of his hole.

I didn’t even know people could do that.

It was clear that I didn’t know a lot of things about werewolves. Which should be understandable because it wasn’t like I grew up learning about them.

We were never taught about werewolves, or other supernatural beings in general. All we learned about, was what we were, which was– magic users.

Elio caught the drop of slick with a finger and lifted it up, then he massaged it into his nipple, moaning softly.

"My slick tastes good, but it tastes better if you lick it off my nipples." He breathed out around another moan and I shifted around in my seat, feeling like I needed some fresh air.

Elio slid his fingers down and traced it over his bulging panties, tongue tracing his lips.

"Do you like my panties?" He asked as he kept tracing shapes over the top of the lacy panties.

Once again, I silently asked myself if I would ever be able to wear one of those.

Just like before, I didn’t let myself dwell on that thought too much, not when Elio was reaching from something on his side, and when his hand re-emerged, it was with a dildo.

A pink dildo.

As he waved the toy in the face of the camera, I felt myself flush with embarrassment.

I’ve seen one of those before, my friends back at home owned a bunch of toys. Sex toys.

They even got me one of those as a birthday present, which I rejected because well, what was I gonna use a vibrator to do? ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Elio suckled on the tip of the pink dildo, pink tongue wet and long as it traced it down its length, eyelids lidded and moans muffled.

Once again, I felt awe engulfed me as I watched Elio communicate with the camera as he went on and on, doing it so flawlessly and seamlessly without any hitch. The fact that I was present, watching his every move, didn’t deter or faze him at all.

"So now, I’m gonna start stretching myself open." He announced after about a minute of sliding the dildo into the back of his throat and I gulped.