Chapter 18 #3
“I like you like this, though,” Krujha murmured, pressing his mouth to Alwyn’s thigh. “You feel so soft and warm against me. I bet you’d be so tight around my cock, wouldn’t you?”
“Krujha,” he moaned, nodding his head. What had seemed so daunting when they’d started all this now set his cock twitching with desire all over again.
“Oh, I’ve neglected this, haven’t I?” Krujha murmured. For a beat, Alwyn was confused. Then his back arched, and he moaned desperately as Krujha used his other hand to guide Alwyn’s straining cock into his mouth.
“Krujha!” he cried, the sensation all too much, as Krujha’s fingers kept pumping into him. “Oh, fuck, I’m close—I’m close.”
His words faded into a desperate whimper as he came, his hips thrusting of their own accord into Krujha’s warm mouth, fucking himself on the orc’s fingers.
The orgasm tore through him, every muscle in his body shuddering—so intense it might have frightened him if he’d been able to focus on anything but his cock spurting over and over again, as Krujha’s greedy mouth swallowed him down.
When it finally faded, Alwyn’s head was light and fuzzy. He was vaguely aware of Krujha’s mouth releasing him, fingers slipping out of his hole. Then he was on his back on the bed with Krujha straddling him, and he gasped as Krujha’s erection rubbed against his over-sensitive cock.
“Gods, you’re perfect,” he heard Krujha groaning, as if he were underwater. He lifted one hand to stroke the length now rutting against him, and a ragged laugh came from Krujha’s mouth. “You’re going to make me come so fast, little spitfire.”
“Come on me,” he urged, the words unbidden.
He should have been embarrassed, but Krujha groaned as if it were the most arousing thing he could have said.
He thrust against Alwyn’s torso a few more times—the puddle of slick and precome that had dripped down onto his torso meant the glide was perfect.
The next moment, the orc’s hips stuttered, and he was shooting thick stripes of come up Alwyn’s chest and onto his chin.
It only added to the mess of fluid already all over him—marking him, painting him as something that was only Krujha’s.
Alwyn groaned, still stroking the orc’s huge cock and squeezing around the tip, making Krujha gasp and shudder. There was so much of his spend that it pooled past Alwyn’s collarbones and dripped down his shoulders onto the sheets.
When Krujha’s cock finally stopped twitching, they both remained motionless for a long moment, panting for breath. Finally, Alwyn had to break the silence.
“We’ve made a mess,” he said, his voice low and shaky. Krujha let out a single, ragged chuckle, then finally pulled away.
“Stay there,” he said softly. He reached for the other end of the bed to grab the sheet they’d kicked away. “Let me help.”
He gently started wiping Alwyn clean, starting with his chin and moving down the length of his torso.
Alwyn grabbed the sheet before he could get between his legs, though—cleaning him there somehow felt far too intimate to allow.
Luckily, Krujha didn’t protest; he released the cloth immediately, turning away so Alwyn could finish cleaning himself with some measure of privacy.
When they were both clean and dressed once more, they sat side by side on the edge of the bed.
Alwyn stared awkwardly down at his hands clasped in his lap, wondering what would happen now.
This had been the last thing on his mind when he’d agreed to have lunch together, but it had happened all the same.
When he risked a glance sidelong at the orc, Krujha shot him a familiar grin.
“Well,” he said, still smiling. “I don’t know about you, but I feel less nervous now.”
Despite himself, Alwyn laughed weakly, shaking his head. It had certainly been a distraction, but now that Krujha had said it, it felt like the spell was broken.
“Perhaps a bit,” he admitted. “But... I don’t know. This new plan is, well, even more dangerous than the first.”
“We’ll have each other,” Krujha said, the laugh gone from his voice now.
“But that’s all we’ll have,” Alwyn sighed. “And we’ll be in the belly of the beast for far longer than I’d like.”
What worried him the most had to remain unspoken—that he felt more unsure now than ever before whether he could carry out the task Tessarion had laid out for him.
He would have to make sure the timing was perfect; and he wondered if he would be able to seize the opportunity when it appeared, or if the chance would pass him by.
Or worse, if they would die without ever getting in sight of Zesh or this druid.
“Alwyn,” Krujha said softly. Alwyn glanced up at him again, trying to consciously relax his furrowed brows. “I know you’ve never relied on anyone other than yourself. But you’re going to have to trust me when we’re there. Neither of us will make it out on our own. We have to keep working together.”
“I know,” Alwyn said, nodding.
“I promise I’ll protect you. I want to keep you safe,” Krujha said, and Alwyn felt like his face was going to burst into flames.
“I don’t need protection,” he mumbled, turning away.
He should have been furious at the insinuation—should have protested that as a High Sorcerer, he had no need of anyone else to keep him safe.
But the part of him that was still sweetly buzzing in the afterglow of what they’d just done wanted to cling to the words, to let them sustain him.
“You’re wrong.” Krujha’s voice was low and soft, but the denial still sent warm indignation flooding Alwyn’s veins.
The orc’s face was entirely sincere as he met Alwyn’s gaze.
“We’re going to need each other. This mission is going to rely on trust, and luck, and all the help we can get.
I’ll protect you, and I’m relying on you to protect me, too. ”
That, at least, Alwyn couldn’t deny. He gave a nod, relenting. They sat in silence for a moment before Alwyn added, “We should both get some rest.”
When he stood to go, Krujha grinned at him salaciously. “This was fun. I hope we can do it again. We’re about to have a lot more alone time together, after all.”
Alwyn scowled, feeling heat rush into his face all over again. “Keep hoping.”
He could still hear Krujha laughing as he hurried back to his own room. It was just a one-time thing, he told himself—a moment of stress relief, a need for connection, that he would not allow to happen again. That was all there was to it.
As he lay down in his own bed to finally rest, though, he found himself hoping traitorously that Krujha would tempt him again.