Chapter Ten #4
Farigoth cupped his face. “Of course. You have gone through hard times, but that hasn’t scared you away from what you want. You are here, taking the pleasure you deserve. The gods have blessed you with courage and strength.”
Andre felt a rush of confidence. He sat up straighter, moaning as the plug shifted. He pressed his lips to Farigoth’s, melting when he kissed him back. He hadn’t expected Farigoth to return the affection. It made Andre’s heart sing.
“I will utterly dominate you during the talks,” Farigoth growled between kisses, bringing him to a thrilled shudder. “I’ll be rough with you. They must know that I am powerful. I will command you like I command armies.”
Andre groaned. Orcs loved nothing more than showing the world how thoroughly they controlled their mates. It was one of his favorite things about them.
That night, Farigoth claimed him by the fire and again in their tent, taking Andre from one orgasm to the next until he fainted in his arms, sated and wrung dry.
On the day of the meeting, Farigoth insisted Andre forego proper clothing, his aversion to anything that went beyond a loincloth and jewelry showing.
He was firm that a cloak was enough to keep Andre warm in the mild spring weather.
That was true, Andre supposed, sweating a little as the soft fur pleasured his bare skin on their walk to the marquee erected in the woods, the closest thing to neutral ground.
On arrival, Farigoth brushed the tent flap aside, revealing an interior that lacked the usual furnishings but sported two grand pallets heaped with pelts—provided by the orcs—and expensive, richly embroidered cushions—brought by the humans.
Master George, sprawled across one of the beds, was negligently dressed in a sheer white shirt, laces undone halfway down his chest, legs wrapped in tight breeches.
He hadn’t quite adopted orc customs for the meeting, but he was a far cry from Valian modesty.
Resh stood behind him in an undone jacket, displaying a broad strip of skin from his throat to his hips.
A chain wrapped around his hand, connecting to the crimson collar around George’s neck.
Had these been negotiations between Valian nobles, Resh and George would’ve been thrown out for lack of proper clothing.
Meeting with the orc chief, they were overdressed.
Two steps into the marquee, Andre stopped.
Hesitation washed over him. He was about to be fucked in front of those two.
His depravity would be put on display. But then he recalled what had happened in the carriage, and he relaxed.
Andre approached the bed. He gasped when Farigoth pushed him onto the pelts, the air forced from his lips. The rough treatment hardened his cock.
“Welcome,” Resh said, a grin on his face as he yanked the chain. George grunted and arched. “Strip.”
George rose onto his knees. His long fingers found the laces of his shirt and undid the rest of them, all the while looking a flushed Andre in the eye.
“James has asked us to negotiate on his behalf,” Resh said.
His attention was fixed on Farigoth, seemingly ignoring the man whose soul he owned as he slowly undressed on the bed.
It was for show, of course. Known for their mischief, imps were similar to orcs in their need to own and control their human lovers.
“He’s put more than reasonable effort into finding willing men to send across the river.
Two deliveries have been made on top of the first one hundred men you were given.
He’s not pleased with your showing up unannounced. ”
So Resh would do the talking. Andre had wondered about that. Master George was of higher status, but Resh possessed his soul. And if Resh was the master in their relationship, Farigoth would want to talk to him, not the nobleman writhing on the bed.
Farigoth tore the cloak off Andre. The force of it pulled him onto his knees, leaving him near-naked in front of George and Resh.
“The last time, you sent us ten men,” Farigoth growled. “It is not enough. My tribe hungers for mates to breed, and I will deliver them.”
Andre knew he looked like an expensive whore in his gilded—and tented—loincloth, thin chains of gold wrapping around his torso and arms, teardrop-shaped emeralds hanging off them.
“That’s as many volunteers as we were able to find. Had your orcs not rampaged through Vale in the past year, there might’ve been more.”
George’s hands were on the fly of his breeches, but his eyes rested on Andre, making him blush as he took in his scantily clad body.
George shuffled out of his trousers, dropping them off the pallet. Going on all fours, he advanced on Andre, less than three feet separating the beds. His cock, hard and wet, bobbed between his legs. The scent of male arousal permeated the air.
“Look at that,” Resh said, glancing at George, “my pet seems to like yours. He is very pretty.”
“They will not touch!” Farigoth said sharply.
“Of course not. I’m a jealous master, and I do not share. Though it will be a pleasure to see you wreck that stiff and proper thing of yours.”
Farigoth tugged at Andre’s loincloth. A fright went through him as he realized what sight was about to greet Resh and George—his hard cock and plump balls contained by the firm rings of the toy, whose blunt end was stuffed into his ass.
His dick twitched as the thin garment fell off.
Instinct made him try to cover himself, but Farigoth gripped his arms, leaving him exposed.
Andre’s heart was in his mouth, anxiety and arousal mixing into a heady concoction.
“What a nice surprise,” Resh said.
George licked his lips.
“You keep him like that, or is it a special present for us?”
“His cock and balls are always bound,” Farigoth said, trailing his hands down Andre’s arms, “his hole is always filled.”
Resh raised an eyebrow. “His hole?”
“Show them,” Farigoth ordered.
Andre’s ears heated, but he was nothing if not obedient. He lay on his back and spread his legs, revealing where the plug disappeared inside of him.
“Gorgeous.” George sounded breathless.
Farigoth reached between Andre’s legs and pulled at the sturdy string of material that connected the rings to the plug. An inch of the enormous toy slipped from Andre’s ass with a filthy slurping noise.
“My God! The girth of it!” George’s eyes were as big as saucers. “Where did you get that from?”
“You want one?” Resh asked.
“Yes!”
“So I can own your hole even when I’m not inside. Nice.”
“It was a gift from King Malorn,” Farigoth said.
“Malorn? I will ask him,” Resh said.
“It vibrates too.” Farigoth pushed the plug back in and manipulated it, bringing it to a violent buzz.
Andre, shrieking, nearly came off the bed.
The plug palpitating against his sweet spot.
Every muscle went taut; his toes curled into the furs, gripping them in agonized pleasure.
His loins pulsed with feverish desire. He shook uncontrollably, lust mounting.
Farigoth rarely granted him such brutal vibrations, and he had clearly done so for show.
It was having the intended effect—Andre was about to climax.
The prospect had him flushing from head to toe.
Resh and George were right there. In the golden light of the lamps, they saw every twitch of muscle, every drop of sweat.
Andre was laid out for them like breeding stock, ready to be appraised.
His hole clenched the plug, pressing it firmly into his love spot.
A bead of precum rolled off his glans and down his length, dripping onto his engorged balls.
The relentless massage of his sensitive gland had him barreling toward orgasm.
The rings tightened, squeezing him and forestalling his release.
“Incredible,” George panted. “Did you see how hard those loops gripped him?”
“He can’t come with the rings on?” Resh asked.
“He will if I order him to. He’s well trained.”
“Nice. I’ll definitely need one of those toys.” Resh smirked in George’s direction. “That’ll absolutely wreck you.”
“Fuck.” George moaned.
“On second thought…” Resh tapped his bottom lip. “I’d love a demonstration. If you’re willing to let your mate orgasm for our viewing pleasure.”
“The more he comes, the better,” Farigoth said. If his mate climaxed before Resh’s, in an orc’s mind, that’d count as his first victory during negotiations. Of course, the imp didn’t know that.
The plug rapidly throbbed against Andre’s prostate.
He whimpered as his insides narrowed once more, readying.
His cock swelled, pulsing in time with his heartbeat, the rings choking him.
He wouldn’t have been able to come, but then Farigoth leaned over him, his scent and heat slamming into him.
He slapped Andre’s thigh, the smack cracking through the tent.
God, Andre loved the sting of Farigoth’s firm hand.
He arched, crying out as climax ripped into him.
His insides contracting, he dissolved on the mercilessly buzzing plug.
Muscles tensed and relaxed in orgasmic release as they pumped the cum from his balls.
It arced out of him, striking him across the chest in a glistening wet ribbon of creamy-white fluid.
He moaned shamelessly as sweet convulsions took him apart, leaving him shaking and squirming in bliss.
“A gorgeous orgasm.” Resh’s voice was full of admiration. “You’re going to come for me like that, George?”
The nobleman’s bottom lip was swollen from when he’d bitten it watching Andre climax. “I’ll come for you whichever way you want.”
Resh shrugged off his jacket and threw it into a corner.
His breeches fell to the floor. Kneeling on the bed, he spit on his cock and lined up behind George, eyes on Farigoth.
“I oiled and fingered this one earlier.” He teased his glans across George’s opening, provoking a needy whine.
“You’re not the only one who keeps his property prepared for use. ”