Kríe Captivity (The Nira Chronicles Book 1) by Kora Knight

cheek to the side and started shaving around his reeling hole. Alec’s eyes shot back open. Oh, shit. Way too stimulating.
    “Almost done.” Miros grazed him with short, light strokes. “You do not have much here to cleanse.” A few seconds later, he returned the blade to his basket.
    “Done?” Alec exhaled.
    “With that part, yes.”
    “With that part? You mean, you have more stuff to do?”
    Miros’ lips curved. “Yes, but it only involves soap.”
    Alec frowned. “What more could you possibly wash? I told you, I got fucking everything.”
    Miros chuckled huskily and fisted Alec’s dick. “Where I am washing next, moyo, you never even touched.” His other clawed hand eased around Alec’s nuts and gently started to fondle.
    Alec moaned before he could stop himself. Just felt so damn good. Still, he had no clue what Miros was talking about. He’d definitely cleaned his entire package.
    “So heavy.” Miros rolled Alec’s balls between his fingers. “So heavy and so very full.”
    Alec swallowed. He should tell him to get off his junk, but damn it, he just couldn’t do it. “Trust me. I know,” he rasped out instead.
    Miros’ eyes bore into his. “You need my cock. To spill all this mouthwatering seed.” 
    Alec nodded in agreement before he realized what he was doing.
    Miros grinned and let go of his tender nuts to reach again for the basket of soap. Grabbing out a stone, he dunked it in the water. “Bellah.” Good. “So we agree.”
    And then he touched that stone to Alec’s hole.
    Alec froze. Miros mmm’ed, holding him captive in his stare as he lazily circled it around. Again, Alec moaned, this time way too loud. But shit, with as long as his ass had been riding him, any contact there felt frickin’ amazing.
    “Fuck, Miros. That feels… really fucking good... But honest, I washed there, too.” Which was true. He was nothing if not a thorough bather.
    Miros slowly shook his head. “You did not wash here .” The second that last word breached his lips, he pushed the stone into Alec’s channel.
    Alec tensed at the sting. “Aw, God. What the fuck.”
    Miros chuckled and reached for a second.
    Alec shifted warily. “Two?”
    “Tah. Then three.”
    Again, Alec swallowed, tugging absently at his wrists, as Miros dunked it like the first and repeated. Slow circles—that thankfully also soothed the burn—then a swift press past his sphincter. Alec grunted softly, but didn’t attempt to stop him. Not yet at least. After all, Miros was right. He hadn’t washed there. And in a way, this kinky shit felt pretty good.
    Next trip to the basket, Miros grabbed up a fistful.
    Alec stared at his hand. “Uh, wow, um, yeah. Just how many does it take to clean an ass?”
    Miros stroked Alec’s cock with his other hand. “Many.” He grinned, starting again. Dip in the water… circle, circle… push .
    Alec’s every muscle spasmed from the fantastical sensation, yet he couldn’t help feeling nervous, too. Because even though Miros’ playing felt like heaven now, Alec knew that he’d end up in agony. Taken to the brink of rapturous orgasm, only to teeter on the precipice unable to come.
    Miros circled and sank another one through. Then a few more after that. Oh, God, that sensual weight behind Alec’s asshole. Slowly growing. Filling him up.
    The next batch Miros inserted, though, had shit pressing against something sensitive. That swollen spot Alec bumped when finger fucking himself in the river. The spot he’d sensed he better not toy with.
    “Oh, God,” he groaned, tugging on his binds.
    Miros growled and pumped Alec’s turgid dick faster. “So arousing it is watching you. So responsive to my touch.”
    When he sank three more through, Alec flat-out started panting.
    “Shit!—Oh shit!—They’re pushing against something!—Making me— Ungh! —need to come!”
    “Yesss,” Miros purred. “Your swollen treasure. Soon I will burst it with my cock.”
    Ah. The “inner jewel” Gesh