Chapter One-hundred Forty-Six: Fighting for Her Pepper Prince

Chapter 146

Fighting for her Pepper Prince

That evening, Tristan was out on his backyard patio, lying on the swing lounge, reading a book. He wore a button-up shirt with blue and white vertical stripes, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and white slim-fit pants. He was also barefoot.

The door to the patio opened, and Deimos stepped out. He wore a black Motorhead t-shirt with a blue plaid shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, over it, along with jean shorts and black motorcycle boots. He presented him with a bouquet of red roses.

Deimos: “Hello, gorgeous. These roses are no match for your beauty.”

He smiled. Tristan heaved a deep sigh.

Tristan: “What do you want?”

He asked sharply. Deimos bowed his head.

Deimos: “I want to apologize for how badly I treated you… I was an asshole. I left you at the park and was generally unkind to you, and I’m sorry.”

He said genially and sat down across from him.

Deimos: “I deserved that slap. I’m sorry, Tristan. You didn’t deserve any of that.”

He added.

Deimos: “No one did. I was a jackass to everyone and all over Ivy. You’re right. She’s not worth it, and I let my insecurities and that bitch the better of me and for that, I am sorry.”

He said gently.

Tristan took the roses and inhaled the beautiful scent. Deimos smiled at him.

Deimos: “And I thought about what you said. I was hurt you didn’t tell me you and Ivy almost did it, but you stopped it. And yeah, it was on me for not leaving her sooner. I thought about what you and Jaxon said, and it made me realize that I am not better than my parents… I mean, they haven’t loved each other since Diamantina died, and this was largely due to my mother not letting her go or making peace with her death. She let it consume her, and I don’t want to emulate my parents.”

He said sincerely.

Deimos: “Her nursery is still next to my bedroom… Still locked up, untouched from when she passed away seventeen years ago, like a creepy shrine.”

He said as his voice trailed off.

Tristan drew a long breath and sat up.

Tristan: “Does a part of you think I withheld what almost happened because I might have lingering feelings for her?”

He asked him. Deimos sighed and finally nodded. Tristan drew a long breath.

Tristan: “I figured that might be the case. Deimos, my feelings for Ivy were slowly dissipating and died when she snapped at me for missing one lunch date because my mind was occupied with Dougal’s release from prison. After that, I was kind to her, and she creepily moved on to my father… The thing she did with Chelsea was the final nail, and this recent incident made it double dead. My feelings for Ivy are long gone. Rather than fly off the handle because of your insecurities, why don’t you talk to me? Ask me why I didn’t tell you rather than fly off and go into a rage? I would have told you I was ashamed, but my feelings for Ivy were nothing more than a crush… My feelings for you are much stronger. It’s love, not a crush.”

He explained. Deimos nodded.

Deimos: “I see that now. I’m so sorry, Tristan. I was supposed to protect you, and I failed. I am sorry, and I will never allow that to happen again.”

He said with sadness and guilt. Tristan heaved a deep sigh.

Tristan: “You cannot see your reflection in boiling water. Similarly, you cannot see the truth in a state of anger. When the waters calm, clarity comes.”

He said softly. Deimos nodded again.

He rose and went to the lounge swing and placed Tristan’s feet on his lap. Tristan smiled and let out a peal of giggles.

Deimos: “Thanks for putting up with me. I know I have a lot of baggage and a temper… I’m sorry.”

He sighed and started working his thumbs into Tristan’s feet. Tristan relaxed his feet into Deimos’ hands and fanned his toes out.

Tristan: “Deimos, I’m not ‘putting up with you’; loving you isn’t a burden to me. You have baggage; we all do.”

He said gently, wiggling his toes. Deimos smiled.

Deimos: “You’re right.”

He bit his bottom lip. Tristan smiled tightly.

Tristan: “I forgive you, Deimos… and thank you. It takes a strong man to apologize for what he has done and own up to his mistakes.”

He said calmly. Deimos brightened.

Deimos: “Thank you, Tristan.”

He leaned over to him and the two shared a deep kiss.

Deimos caressed Tristan’s soft hair as he wrestled his tongue with his, tasting his hot guy breath. They broke the kiss to gaze into each other’s eyes.

Deimos: “I love you so much…”

He whispered.

Tristan: “I love you, too, Deimos.”

He whispered back. They kissed again.

Deimos resumed massaging Tristan’s feet. Tristan chuckled and flexed his toes. A brazen smirk crept on Deimos’ lips. He snaked his arm around Tristan’s ankles and wiggled his fingers over his soft, slender soles. Tristan jumped and shrieked with laughter.

Tristan: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!! DEIMOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOS!”

He laughed and pressed his hands against his temples. Deimos vigorously tickled his soles. Tristan laughed hard and scrunched his feet.

Tristan: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAAAA!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!”

He howled with laughter and playfully hit his back. Deimos dug his fingers into the balls of Tristan’s feet.

Tristan: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! DEIMOHOHOHOSS! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He laughed hard as tears dripped down his cheeks. Deimos stroked his hair over Tristan’s soles and smiled at him, squirming and giggling.

Tristan: “EEEEEEEEEEEEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!! HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!! OHOHOHOHOHOHOOOO!!”

He laughed hard and gasped for air in between laughing. Deimos smiled and stopped tickling him to let him catch his breath. Tristan’s feet tingled all over, and he clasped his hands over his chest. He removed his glasses to clean them.

They heard the patio door open. Tristan put his glasses back on and turned to see Celeste enter carrying a large piece of Bristol board. She wore a white Winger tank top, a denim vest, a denim skirt, and frayed brown ankle boots.

She presented the two men with a poster she made. In the center of a red heart was the photo of Deimos and Tristan kissing in the Tunnel of Love. “Tristan x Deimos = Eternal Love” was written in big balloon letters in purple and blue. There were various drawn hearts around the piece, along with a cat resembling Oliver, wearing sunglasses. Surrounding the photo of them in the tunnel were multiple pictures of Tristan and Deimos together, such as them on dates, Deimos carrying Tristan, Deimos and Tristan in Los Campos at the Gold Arachnid Casino, Tristan and Deimos’ pictures at “Live Action Role Play Photo Studio”, Tristan and Deimos having a toast over dinner, and Deimos tickling Tristan’s feet.

Tristan cupped his mouth as his eyes filled with tears. Deimos’ mouth was ajar.

Tristan: “Oh my goodness, Celeste, this is… beautiful and breathtaking!”

He said breathlessly. Celeste beamed.

Deimos: “Yes… Yes, it is! Y-You bought the picture of… him and me after how shitty I was to you… I’m sorry about that.”

Celeste waved her hand.

Celeste: “Don’t mention it, Deimos! Ivy is poison ivy!”

Deimos gazed at the poster. Tristan nestled into him and admired the poster.

Deimos: “This is beautiful, Celeste. You outdid yourself here.”

Celeste: “YAY! Thanks! I had great models to work with!”

She extended her hands to Tristan and Deimos. Tristan laughed, and Deimos smiled tightly.

Tristan: “Thank you, Celeste. This is lovely work done.”

He said genially.

Deimos: “Yes, thank you!”

~

Jaxon arrived at Percy’s manor. He wore a red button-up shirt with a snake skin pattern and the buttons undone to expose his dragon chest tattoo, tight black leather pants, and Chelsea boots. Percy greeted him from his bar room naked, with a red silk robe draped over his shoulders. Jaxon drew a long breath.

Jaxon: “Do you own any clothes, or do you only wear those flashy outfits when out killing?”

He asked wryly. Percy grinned.

Percy: “Yes!”

Jaxon folded his arms across his chest and tapped his foot.

Jaxon: “So what did you need to see me for? Has Trevor been kidnapped again?”

He asked with a trace of irritation.

Percy draped his arm around Jaxon and led him to the barstool. He pulled it out for him, and Jaxon sat down. Percy rubbed the small of his back, and Jaxon heaved a deep sigh. Percy sauntered behind the bar counter. Jaxon took a cigarette from his package of cigarettes. Percy whipped out his lighter, and Jaxon leaned over as Percy lit his cigarette for him. Jaxon inhaled a long drag and blew out smoke.

Percy leaned closer to him and stroked his hair.

Percy: “Allow me to make you a drink.”

Jaxon: “Sure.”

He said evenly.

Percy added one ounce each of vodka, Southern Comfort, amaretto, sloe gin, triple sec, orange juice, and pineapple juice, along with a quarter of an ounce of grenadine, to a cocktail shaker filled with ice. He shook it vigorously and poured it through a strainer into an old-fashioned glass over ice. He garnished it with an orange slice and a cherry. Jaxon took the drink and raised it.

Jaxon: “Kanpai.”

He sipped it and raised his eyebrows.

Jaxon: “This is nice.”

He smiled a bit. Percy gazed at him, drinking him in.

Percy: “I dub it ‘Dragon’s Kiss’.”

He whispered, getting closer to his face.

Jaxon: “Yeah?”

He smiled.

Percy leaned closer to kiss him. Jaxon put his forefinger and middle finger to his lips. Percy’s eyes widened. Jaxon laughed and blew him a raspberry. Percy stroked his hair and smiled at him. Jaxon drew a long breath and looked away.

Percy: “Something troubling you, my pepper prince?”

He asked softly. Jaxon flicked his gaze to him and raised an eyebrow. He forced a smile and waved his hand.

Jaxon: “No, it’s nothing. Just wondered what you wanted.”

He took another sip of his drink. Percy took Jaxon’s hand and kissed it.

Percy: “I know when you’re distraught, my beauty. Talk to me, darling.”

Jaxon shifted his eyes.

He stared at his reflection in the drink and sighed.

Jaxon: “So, Ivy has been causing trouble, and Tristan and Deimos are fighting.”

He began. Percy nodded.

Jaxon: “I’m upset my friends are fighting, and I know they will work through it, but… it reopens… old wounds for me. Stuff I never addressed.”

He muttered. Percy took Jaxon’s hand and caressed it with his thumb.

Jaxon: “So, you know what happened in Seashell Cove…”

He said with strain.

Percy: “I do.”

Jaxon heaved a deep sigh.

Jaxon: “I don’t know if Ivy got it from her Hallmark movies or if she read Celeste’s mind, but she somehow put it in Celeste’s head that I want a girl I can save, and this is why Chelsea’s death affected me.”

He admitted and bowed his head.

Jaxon: “Like she was going to end it with me and thought I reacted as I did because I had feelings for Chelsea.”

He added with hurt in his tone.

Percy: “Did you?”

Jaxon: “No! I barely knew her, but she was kind to me and endured abuse. I had to help her, and it’s like… Celeste was punishing me for that.”

He said slowly, inhaling another long drag.

Percy: “Are you more upset with Ivy planting that false seed into Celeste’s head or with Celeste for believing it?”

He asked him. Jaxon clicked his tongue.

Jaxon: “Ivy is a bitch and I expect her to be one. She always did shit like this but I thought Celeste should have more faith in me. Jordi’s girlfriend or former girlfriend, I don’t know, always needs to be saved, and I never had a thing for her.”

He huffed.

Jaxon: “And sometimes, Chelsea needing to be saved got on my nerves.”

He added.

Percy: “So why did you save her?”

Jaxon bowed his head.

Jaxon: “Because I couldn’t let her die! And I didn’t save her! She’s dead now, so no, I didn’t do all I could!”

He pounded his fist on the counter.

Percy heaved a deep sigh.

Percy: “Relationships are complicated.”

Jaxon bowed his head.

Percy: “Darling, I won’t lie here… with the way you are, can you kill Ichiro? You keep saying it’s your destiny, and you haven’t attempted to kill him, but you have always saved others. Not everyone can cook, as not everyone can kill.”

He nodded. Jaxon pouted.

Jaxon: “Funny. Celeste said the same thing.”

He laughed humorlessly. Percy wagged his head.

Percy: “Then maybe she’s onto something, darling.”

Jaxon drew a long breath and crushed his cigarette into the ashtray.

Jaxon: “Yeah…”

He mumbled.

~

Jaxon was in his bedroom, gazing at the red silk sheets on his and Celeste’s bed. He ran his hand over them, loving the feel of the softness. Noah entered his room.

Noah: “Those are a gift from Percy, Jaxon.”

He said coolly. Jaxon smiled.

When Noah left the room, Jaxon started undressing and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

~

That night, Celeste lay in bed wearing a tight black tank top and panties while Jaxon strolled around his bedroom in his red silk dragon robe. She smiled at him as he walked by. He then untied his sash, dropping the robe to his ankles, revealing his naked body, and crawled into bed with her. She wrapped her arm around him, and he smiled down at her.

Celeste: “Did you get new sheets?”

Jaxon: “Yeah, Percy gave them to me.”

He replied and lay back on his pillows.

Jaxon: “Did Deimos and Tristan like the poster?”

Celeste: “Yeah! They loved it a lot! It moved Tristan to tears, and Deimos smiled a lot.”

She smiled and nodded.

Jaxon thought about his conversation with Percy earlier. He knew Tristan and Deimos would make amends, but there were unspoken words between him and Celeste.

Jaxon: “Ivy sure knows how to cause trouble.”

Celeste: “Yeah, she reads minds and watches those dumb Hallmark movies.”

She replied.

Jaxon: “And she put it in your head, I want a girl to save, and you almost broke up with me because I tried to save Chelsea, but I didn’t save her, because she’s dead!”

He snapped. Celeste gaped at him.

Jaxon: “If what Ivy said held any water, why am I not after Gina?”

He asked her. Celeste blinked.

Jaxon: “That hurt me a lot, Celeste. You know how it traumatized me, and I didn’t need that from you! Tristan was just as broken, and Deimos went off on him for something else!”

He said, his tone laced with hurt, his gaze locked on her. Celeste looked away.

Jaxon: “Just because I was devastated doesn’t mean I had feelings for her… I barely knew her for one. I told her repeatedly how much I love you, and I wanted to help her! When my family and that Viking weirdo were abusing me, no one helped me!”

He snapped.

Jaxon: “I wanted to help her… and I couldn’t. You keep saying I saved her, but I didn’t because she’s dead… She’s dead because of Ichiro and Ivy to a lesser degree.”

He embraced himself.

Celeste: “What can I do to make you not hurt?”

She asked. Jaxon drew a long breath.

Jaxon: “Aside from wanting to break things off over bullshit Ivy put in your head, you said Ichiro paid more attention to you. What the Hell kind of thing is that to say to me?!”

He barked. Celeste bowed her head.

Celeste: “I’m sorry, Jaxon.”

Jaxon: “I expected Ivy to be this way, sure, but I expected better from you. I wanted you to console me and be there for me when I was dealing with something my evil brother did, but I got the third degree instead! Yeah, Ivy started it but you believed her shit! You and Deimos both fall for her bullshit!”

He cried.

Celeste: “Ivy… is Deimos’ and my kryptonite, I guess. We knew her the longest, and I had to put up with her for Deimos, and he put up with her because… I don’t know why he put up with her, but he did, and I always hated her. I am pretty sure he hated her, too, because he would cut himself to deal with her bullshit.”

She explained and looked at Jaxon.

She reached over and tickled his tummy and sides. Jaxon burst out laughing.

Jaxon: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHO! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!”

She slid down and ran her nails over his soles.

Jaxon: “OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!”

He laughed hard and pulled away, panting.

Jaxon: “I don’t want to be tickled now!”

He whined and wiped his eyes.

Jaxon rose from the bed and went to his drawer to put on clean boxer briefs. He grabbed a pair of tight blue jeans and slid his legs into those, pulling them up to his hips. He went to his closet and opened it, grabbing a black button-up shirt with white leopard print. He shrugged into it and buttoned it up, tucking it into his jeans, and slid a belt into the loops, buckling it in place. Celeste knit her eyebrows and watched as he dressed.

Celeste: “Where are you going, Jax?”

Jaxon: “I need space.”

He muttered. He grabbed a pair of black sheer socks from his drawer and slid them on his feet.

He marched out of their room. Celeste grabbed his wrist.

Celeste: “Don’t go, Jax… I’m sorry. I’m sorry I let Ivy get to me! She’s full of shit!”

She said doggedly. Jaxon pulled his hand away, slid his feet into his Chelsea boots, and zipped them up.

Jaxon: “I need space!”

He snapped, grabbed his package of cigarettes and car keys, and left the house, slamming the door. Celeste sank to the floor.

She scrambled to her feet, took off her tank top, and grabbed a black bra, putting it on. She put on a black Saraya tank top, slid Daisy Dukes over her hips and fastened the button, and slipped on some socks. She slid her feet into her ankle boots, grabbed her leather jacket and chaps, and went to the garage. She saw her black 1987 Kawasaki Ninja 600RX, put on her helmet, and got on the bike. She slid the keys into the ignition, kicked the kickstand back, and revved up the motorcycle, driving it out as the garage door slid up.

~

Celeste drove her motorcycle all over Pink Top City looking for Jaxon. She made a turn to go downtown and drove down the entertainment strip. She saw a vibrant nightclub called “Starlight Club”, which was prominently displayed in large, glowing pink neon signs, with “Starlight” written above a stylized starburst, and “Club” below it in a playful, cursive script. Beneath the main sign, a neon marquee read “Starlight Club 21+” above the entrance.

The building itself had a classic architectural style, with large windows on the upper left that reflected the ambient light. The entire club was bathed in a warm, inviting glow, mainly due to the copious use of pink and purple neon lighting that outlined the building's features and the club's signage.

There were two palm trees on each side of the entrance, covered in glowing neon pink lights.

In front of the club, a red carpet led to the entrance, which was marked by large glass doors with gold handles. Several cars are parked along the curb, and Celeste spotted Jaxon’s car parked there. She drove up to the curb and parked her bike, kicking the kickstand down. She could hear techno music playing inside. She removed her helmet and set it on the seat.

~

She entered an opulent and dimly lit luxurious nightclub, characterized by a dominant color palette of deep reds, pinks, and purples, accented by touches of gold and black. There was techno music playing. The club had a long stretch of plush, upholstered banquette seating in deep pink velvet, arranged along the walls. These banquettes are paired with various low marble tables. The tables were set with champagne buckets and glasses. There were patrons at these tables, talking, drinking, or doing both.

The walls were adorned with large, textured panels that had a stylized, dark star pattern, illuminated to create a dramatic effect. The ceiling was covered with deep pink velvet. Rows of numerous small, downward-pointing lights are embedded in the ceiling, creating a sparkling, starry effect. Below these, there were also long, linear light fixtures. The flooring was a dark marble reflecting the ambient light. Strip pink lighting ran along the floor edges.

At the back of the club was a well-stocked bar counter that spanned the entire frame. The front of the bar was illuminated with bright pink lights, featuring art deco-inspired geometric patterns. High bar stools with dark seats and metallic bases were lined up at the counter.

Behind the bar, a large wall was entirely dedicated to shelving, displaying numerous bottles of liquor. These shelves were brightly lit from behind with intense pink and white lighting, causing a glowing effect on the bottles. Seated at the bar was Jaxon. He was smoking a cigarette and had a glass of Jack and Coke in front of him. Celeste approached him and sat by him.

Celeste: “I spy with my little eye… someone very sexy! I spy a very sexy little prince!”

She grinned. Jaxon turned to her and cracked a smile.

Jaxon: “I’m still upset with you…”

He sighed, running his finger along the rim of his glass.

Celeste: “But I don’t like it when you’re upset, especially when I make you upset…”

She frowned.

Jaxon: “I know, babe…”

He sighed and nodded. He inhaled a long drag.

Jaxon: “It’s just when you said Ichiro spent more time with you and I wanted to be with Chelsea or a ‘normal’ girl I can save, it hurt me deeply…”

He said, his tone laced with hurt.

Celeste reached over and tickled his neck. He laughed.

Jaxon: “AAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAP!”

He drew back.

Jaxon: “Nooo, babe, stop tickling me when I’m trying to talk to you!”

He knit his eyebrows, looking hurt. Celeste bowed her head.

Celeste: “But I wanna make you happy!”

Jaxon: “I know you do, but it feels like you’re dismissing my feelings and sweeping this under the rug!”

He flared with irritation.

Celeste looked around the bar and club for ideas. She saw an apple used as a garnish and picked it up. She held it up to him.

Celeste: “You’re the apple of my eye!”

She grinned.

Jaxon: “You’re doing it again!”

He sighed and rose from the barstool.

Celeste: “I’m just loving you, Jaxon…”

She murmured. Jaxon turned to her.

Jaxon: “Love takes work, communication, and understanding! It’s not all sunshine and rainbows. You can’t just flip my emotions like a switch with tickling and cutesy lines!!”

He snapped. She blinked. Well, it worked for Ashley and Lazaros, she thought.

Celeste: “I dunno, I liked them…”

She muttered.

Jaxon: “I do too, babe, but imagine if the tables were flipped. You were hard on me when you felt hurt with me.”

He sighed.

Celeste: “I know but that was then and Ivy really sucks but she’ll get her come-muffins! You and Tristan believed her bullshit when she wrote that fake diary for Chelsea!”

She countered. Jaxon paused. That is a good point, he thought.

The bouncer approached the two.

Bouncer: “Excuse me, you two, but the club is closing in ten minutes, so you need to get ready to leave.”

He instructed. Celeste bowed her head.

Celeste: “Okay, I’ll meet you at home then.”

She said to Jaxon and left. Jaxon drew a long breath. He crushed his cigarette in the ashtray, drained his drink, and left a tip on the counter as he left.

~

Celeste was at home waiting for him. She had her leather jacket and chaps removed and took off her boots and socks. She lay on the couch, waiting for Jaxon to come home. She saw the beams from his headlights shine in the living room, and they shut off. Jaxon put the top of his convertible up and stepped out of the car. He entered the house, unzipped his boots, and removed them, revealing his sheer black socks.

As he walked to the kitchen, she slapped his ass. He rubbed his ass.

Jaxon: “It’s you who needs her ass smacked, not me.”

She leaped over the couch and lunged at him, grabbing his wrists and pinning him against the wall. Jaxon’s eyes widened, and he inhaled sharply.

Celeste: “No, I don’t! My attempts to make you smile worked! You’re being stubborn now!”

She smirked. He looked away and drew a long breath.

He yelped when she hoisted him over her shoulder and carried him to bed. She pinned his wrists above his head and cuffed them to the headboard, and tied his ankles together and to the footboard. She pulled his sheer socks off, and he fanned his toes out. She went to the nightstand, opened the drawer, and pulled a long piece of black silk out. She wrapped it around Jaxon’s eyes and tied it behind his head.

Jaxon: “HEY! What are you doing?!”

He tried to shake the blindfold off. He heard and felt her at his belt, undoing it, unsnapping his jeans, and pulling the zipper down. He curled his toes. She bit her lip at his boxer briefs and pulled his penis through the fly. Jaxon groaned and arched his back. He hardened when he felt her fingers curl around his cock.

She reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a spinning feather duster. She turned it on, and when Jaxon heard the whirring sound, he jolted. She brushed the spinning feather all over his hardenered cock. Jaxon threw his head back and laughed.

Jaxon: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHA!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! MMMMMMHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAA!”

He arched his back and tightly curled his toes as he laughed. She brushed the spinning feather over the tip of his cock. Jaxon howled with laughter.

Jaxon: “YOOOW! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAA!!! OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

He moaned and laughed loudly, squirming against his bonds. A film of precum formed over his tip, and his thigh trembled. She brushed the feather all over his member, enjoying his reaction, hearing his laughter, and knowing he loves this.

Jaxon: “OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOHOHOHOHO GOHOHOHOHOHOHOD! HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He laughed and gasped for air in between laughing and moaning.

She stopped tickling his penis and Jaxon gasped for air. She then tickled his feet with the spinning brush and her nails.

Jaxon: “OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOO!! AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAA! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAA!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

He wailed as he laughed hard, wiggled his toes, and scrunched his feet.

Jaxon: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAHAHAHA!”

He laughed hard, and his tears soaked the blindfold.

She stopped tickling him, and he panted and gasped for air. He struggled against his bonds, and Celeste kept her eye on his hardened member. She crawled up to him, unsnapped each button on his shirt, and opened it up. She traced her nails all over his chest and torso. He shivered and laughed. She kissed his chest and down to his torso. Jaxon shivered as her soft lips pressed against him.

She grinned and curled her fingers around his hard cock, stroking it. Jaxon gasped and shivered feeling her soft but strong hands grip his cock. It twitched, and he let out a groan.

She guided his cock into her mouth and Jaxon’s eyes rolled back into his head when he felt the warm wetness of her mouth all over his cock.

Jaxon moved with a slow steady rhythm as he fucked her mouth, his stomach taut with tension. He didn’t piston his hips; carefully, he pushed in and pulled out. All the while, he breathed heavily, half groaning with each thrust in, inhaling sharply each time he withdrew from her mouth. Celeste ran her hands all over him, marking him as hers. His entire body felt tense against her hands. He was hard everywhere, and she loved his hardness, especially the hardness in her mouth. With her fingernails, she dug into the backs of his knees and tickled them. His laughter and moans were loud.

Jaxon: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OHOHOHOHOHOOOOOH!!”

She stopped tickling and continued sucking his cock. Jaxon tugged on his bonds and threw his head back as his cock twitched in her mouth. He gnashed his teeth and, with a low grunt, he climaxed in her mouth. Celeste swallowed him, savoring the taste of him, his arousal, and her prince.

She pulled his cock out of her mouth and used a facial tissue she obtained from the nightstand to wipe her mouth and wipe him down. He shivered as he felt the tissue brush against his flesh.

She carefully undid his bonds and untied his blindfold. He blinked as he gazed at her, smiling down at him. He smiled tenderly back at her and reached up to cup her face with his hand. He traced his thumb over her cheek. He sat up and gazed into her violet eyes.

Jaxon: “I love you.”

He said softly and reddened. Celeste beamed and blushed.

Celeste: “I love you, too!”

He leaned in and kissed her deeply. He wrestled his tongue with hers, and she raked her fingers through his soft black hair. He then wrapped his arms around her, holding her head to his chest as she listened to his heartbeat.