Chapter 14
Fergus
Gillam had always been beautiful, but now, pregnant with my young, he looked godlike.
He washed himself in front of me, and I rested in the armchair by the fireplace, watching the water drip down his rounded chest and the curve of his small belly.
Meeting my eyes coyly, he dried himself with a linen sheet.
I licked my lips, and his cheeks turned pink.
“I’m thirsty,” I said. “Come here.”
I couldn’t fuck him while he recovered from the heat—he’d be sore and in pain.
But he still needed my touches. My young mate straddled my lap, pushing his chest into my face.
I held him to me with my arms roped around his slim form and drank his milk.
He liked nursing me, and sometimes, it brought him a slow, gentle climax, his cries melodic.
When I emptied the swells under his nipples, he knelt between my legs and took my cock into his mouth.
He sucked hungrily, swirling his tongue around the ridges.
He could barely take half into his throat before choking, but it was enough.
Massaging the thick base with both hands, he took me as deep as he could, and sucked hard when he slowly pulled back, hollowing his cheeks.
“Are you hungry for my cum?”
He whined in response. I gripped his hair with my fists and thrust into his sweet mouth, his lips stretching around my shaft.
My eyes wide open, I spilled into him, staring at his face.
He swallowed once, and his eyes rolled into his head as he came all over himself.
Humming, he licked my cock clean, and I pulled him up so I could do the same to him.
I carried him to bed and kept my hand on his belly while we slept.
The lover’s milk had disappeared, the bonding over, but Gillam’s stomach grew swiftly.
The pregnancy made him crave my cock almost as if he were in heat, and we fucked every day.
We lived hidden in our paradise garden, and I wondered how long we would stay here on the islands before fate intervened.
I hoped for years of peace and quiet, but I was disappointed way too soon.
Grim news reached me while I visited the fishing village.
When I came home, my mate ran to meet me in the garden.
His round stomach peeked out from his open tunic, his hair fluttered in the wind, and he looked so delighted to see me even though I’d only been gone half a day, I couldn’t ruin his happiness just yet.
He jumped into my arms, and I held him by his ass, kissing him deeply.
Our tongues tangling, he moaned into my mouth.
So I put him on his feet long enough to rip off his pants.
Then I lifted him again and pulled him onto my cock.
I fucked him standing up until he came screaming, his sounds echoing through the nature around us.
Then I carried him back to the house. The bigger his stomach, the more he craved fullness. When I pulled out of him, he whined, looking at me with needy eyes.
“On your back. Open your legs.”
He did as he was told, showing me his reddened, cum-stained hole. I pushed two fingers into him, and he hummed. Stroking the front wall of his hole, I slowly added a third and a fourth finger. He held his belly, angling his hips to meet my thrusts.
“Fergus, can you give me more? Please? I need… your fist. More…”
I tucked my thumb into my palm and pumped my hand. Gillam arched on the bed and pinched his nipples. His hole opened wide, squeezing my hand, and I pressed harder. His glistening rim slid down to my wrist.
“Yes! Oh god, Fergus! Yes!”
Fucking him with my fist, I easily reached the enlarged mouth to his womb. I caressed it with my fingertips, and Gillam came immediately.
Teasing his full womb, I fist-fucked him until he got delirious, mumbling nonsense, his legs shaking. His big stomach was covered with pearls of his seed. I eased my hand out and kissed his stretched hole until it stopped twitching. He fell asleep soon after.
I’d prepared dinner for him while he rested. He always woke up hungry after a good fuck. But now that he’d eaten, I couldn’t hide the news from him any longer.
“Gillam, I once vowed I’d never withhold any truth from you.”
Frowning, my mate put his spoon on the table. “What is it?”
“I spoke to the fishermen in the village. Rumors are coming from the mainland. The king has died.”
My mate’s expression got stony. “And? He’s never cared about my life so why should I care if he’s dead?”
“Lord Buer killed him and many of his knights. He’s forcing the land to submit to his rule. His headsmen never sleep, spreading terror among the people.”
Gillam turned pale as a ghost. Then he braced his hands against the table as if preparing to fight. “We need to go back.”
I’d thought he’d want to return even though I hoped for the opposite. “I won’t lie to you. People are praying for your return, my love. But you hold my heart in your hands and you’re carrying my son. The thought of you getting hurt…” I shook my head, gritting my teeth.
“Fergus,” he said, his tone determined. “The dragon protects me. Nothing and no one can hurt me. We need to go back.”