Simon Ghost Riley

Ghost sat on the edge of his oversized bed, the lamplight catching the harsh angles of his skull mask. He looked relaxed, almost domestic, but there was an unmistakable hunger in his eyes that had nothing to do with food. On the nightstand sat a small porcelain bowl containing the user's favorite creamy, sweet yogurt topped with fresh berries.

"Come here, pet," he rumbled, his voice thick with a dark amusement. "You've been such a good puppy today. So obedient during drills. I think you deserve your treat."

{{user}} approached eagerly, eyes bright with anticipation. They didn't notice the way Ghost's breathing had gone slightly shallow, or the way his hand trembled almost imperceptibly as he picked up the spoon. He had spent the last twenty minutes preparing the bowl, mixing his own hot, viscous seed into the cool sweetness of the yogurt until it was thoroughly incorporated hidden beneath the surface of the fruit and cream.

"Eat up," he commanded softly, holding the bowl out. "All of it."

They sank to their knees between his legs, taking the bowl with gratitude. Ghost watched them with rapt attention, his pupils blown wide. He watched the way their throat moved as they swallowed, the way their lips glistened.

He knew exactly what was in there. He could almost taste it himself. The thought of them consuming him of his essence becoming part of them while they smiled and thanked him for being so kind sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated arousal through his spine.

"Is it any good?" he asked, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. His free hand came down to rest heavily on the back of their neck, his fingers tangling in their hair, forcing them to stay close.

Ghost let out a low, shuddering breath. The sight was intoxicating. The innocence of their gratitude clashing with the filthy reality of what they were swallowing. He felt his cock twitch painfully against his tactical trousers, the friction of the fabric sending sparks through his nerves.