Chapter 30
Rohan
It’s almost time for the harvest fest. The town’s people have put up more string lights and decorations throughout the map that flood our room at the inn with a warm glow.
It’s so beautiful. I’ve already washed up quietly while Tyson was resting.
I tried to sleep with him, but I was just too restless.
Restless thinking about how much I really might actually like him.
Seeing Tyson in that state back at the castle made me sick.
Looking back, thinking that he had left me in here alone was a kind of dread I never felt before.
I thought maybe it was because I was afraid of not being able to get out on my own.
But no.
We’re still trapped here.
But we’re together.
And I’m starting to think if it were like this forever, I wouldn’t mind it. As long as he’s here with me.
I almost gag thinking about it.
Maybe it won’t be so bad. To let myself enjoy whatever this is for whatever time we’ll have here.
I like Tyson Moon.
It’s okay. I’m okay. He’s okay.
It’s okay to want to kiss your rival who only just took everything you ever wanted from you. But he’s like actually an ok guy. More than okay, turns out he’s quite the gentleman, sometimes. He only wants the best for me, and he kisses me like I’m the only thing he needs to survive in this world.
“Why do you keep making that noise?” Tyson grunts in his sleep.
“What noise?”
“Like you’re throwing up.”
“Oh, cause I’m about to.”
“Well, do it outside the room,” Tyson says, turning over.
“Aren’t you rested enough? It’s almost time.”
“Stop whining.”
“I’m not! I’m fucking bored already.”
“What the hell am I gonna do with you?” He sighs, ignoring me.
“Take me to the festival, like you said you would? I don’t like a man who doesn’t keep his word.” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Since when did that matter with me?” he says, sitting up in the bed. “Come here.”
“No, you come to me. Get up.”
“Why do you always have to make everything a fight?” Tyson chuckles.
“Because.”
“If you come, I’ll take you.”
“You’ll take me anyway.”
“Oh, yeah?” he says, raising his brow.
“Yeah.”
“I said. Come. Here,” Tyson bites out before summoning his shadows to grab at my body. Before I can think, I’m whipped through the air and into his lap.
“Ty!” I yelp, trying to scramble off of him. Why the fuck is his grip so strong?
“You could’ve just been a good boy and come over yourself.” He smirks down at me.
“Guess you’re rested enough to still be a fucking asshole,” I snap, smacking his chest, which does absolutely nothing.
“We need to talk…” Tyson starts, and I feel like I know exactly where this is going. While I do agree, I don’t want to confront this right now. Not before heading out. I was thinking maybe after some ale and stuffing myself full of sweet bread.
“How about later?” I get up out of the bed, trying to pull him with me.
“If we go now, you promise we’ll talk?” he says, tugging my back into his body.
“Yes, can we please just go?”
“Fine. But no more running.”
My cheeks feel like they’re on fire by whatever he’s implying. This night is going to end me. I can’t tell if I’m looking forward to it or not.
* * *
The festival is well underway by the time we get to the town’s center.
I can smell the sweet bread and other tasty snacks in the air.
I can’t wait to eat all the yummy foods.
That’s another thing I love about being in game, the food tastes just as it does in real life.
Thank God, or I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.
Tyson is staring down at me while I see which stall I’ll be setting as my first target of the night.
“There!” I gasp, grabbing his hand without thinking and pulling him toward a lady and her husband who is behind her, making more soft buns.
“Is this what you want?” Tyson says, smirking.
“I can get it myself, actually,” I say. My ears are on fire. I hope he can’t tell.
“Don’t worry, Daddy’s got you,” He whispers, gripping me at my waist. I don’t even remember when his hand got there, but I slide away. He’s way too close. I won’t be able to last at this rate.
“He’ll have three of these, please.”
“Of course! Here you are!” the baker says, handing Tyson my three sweet buns. I grab them from him and take a bite out of the first one of the night. The sugary honey gives me exactly the taste I was craving. We start walking around the festival, weaving through the crowds.
“Mmm, so good. Here, try some,” I say, pushing a bun towards him.
“Not really a big sweets fan.”
“I don’t care, just try it.”
“So, you’re bullying me into eating snacks now.”
“No, I’m being a positive influence in your life.”
“Yeah, you’ve done enough of that,” he says, taking a bite out of the bun finally. “It’s good.”
“See, I told you.” I can’t stop the grin from spreading across my face.
Tyson smiles at me, and my heart flutters.
He looks so handsome under the warm light; his eyes seem even more intense. The air around us almost feels as though it has a pulse. I notice everything about him in this moment, like how his brow is raised ever so slightly. Even our breathing feels in sync.
“Rohan…” Tyson starts. I just noticed we’ve somehow wandered to a quieter area of town, the chattering and laughter of the festival now just background noise.
“Hm?” I hum, looking up at him.
“You know I would never leave here … alone. I wanted to tell you that.”
“I … I know.”
Tyson steps closer, distorting my senses. “You know, me and Zero are the same as well…”
“I know…” I say, just barely above a whisper. I wish I could calm my heart right now. But I can’t. Tyson won’t let me. The way he’s looking at me feels like a touch to my skin.
“Rohan?”
“Yes, Tyson, I know … I…”
“It’s always in your eyes, you know that?”
“What? What do you mean?”
“What you want … It’s always in your eyes. They always give you away,” Tyson says, his breath warm against my lips as he leans in closer. “You should work on that, kitten.”
I close the distance between us, moaning when he grips me tightly and pulls me into his body.
Tyson’s fingers thread roughly into my hair, his hold deliciously tight.
He’s kissing me, devouring me whole, consuming me.
I whine into his mouth as he licks at my tongue, and he lets out a groan that makes my dick weep when I suck on his.
“Back … we need to go back to the room,” Tyson says after breaking our kiss.
“But … we just got out here. Ty!” I protest. He’s already grabbed my hand and is dragging me toward the inn.
“I can’t take the games anymore, Rohan.”
“What games?”
“You know what I’m talking about.”
“You’re delusional,” I huff just as we reach the entrance to the inn. We step inside and head straight to our room, not even saying hello to Marta, who looks like she’s finally heading out to the festival herself.
When we’re back inside, Tyson shuts the door behind us and throws me onto the bed.
“Ty…” My breath is ragged.
Tyson looks even bigger than he already is from here. His eyes have gone completely dark. I can’t tell if I’m turned on or afraid or both as he stares down at me.
But whatever it is, I really like it.
“I should use my shadows to fuck you,” Tyson growls.
“Ty … you’re such a fucking pervert.” I bite my lip as I try to back away from him.
“Oh yeah? Then why are you so wet I can see the spot through your pants?”
“What?! That’s not true!” I yelp, trying to cover what’s obviously true with my hand.
“Right, anyway, as I was saying,” he says, summoning shadows that begin to lick at my legs.
“Let’s get you out of these stupid clothes.”
“Ty…” I whine as the shadows rip at my pants first and then my top. The dark tendrils are moving over my now bare skin, and I can’t believe my body likes this. It’s so insane, it feels so good, like it’s licking every part of me all at once.
“Fuck … taste so good baby, every inch of you.” Tyson groans, standing over me while his shadows wrap around my legs, up my thighs, and finally around my erection. A tendril slips into me, and I arch my back, writhing around wildly.
“Let’s get you ready for me.”
“Ty! Please!” I cry out.
“I can cum just watching it fuck you. I can feel it, you know? This is what happens when you tease for far too long, Rohan.”
“I won’t tease you anymore, I’ll let you fuck me ah, please…” The shadow squeezes my dick tighter and sinks into me deeper, my eyes rolling back. I’m going insane. It feels so hot inside me.
“Mmm, I think you should beg for it now.”
“Beg? Tyson, no, just hurry and fuck me!”
“See, that’s your problem, you can never behave for long,” Tyson says before making his shadows wrap around my neck and choke me, while loosening just a little around my erection.
No, he can’t stop like this. I need more.
I need all of it.
“Mmm, you say I’m a pervert, but you’re literally so close to cumming from being choked. Just behave, and I’ll let you.”
I nod frantically, “Please fuck me, I’ll be good.”
Tyson releases me, his shadows retreating into his body. He strips out of his clothes and climbs over me onto the bed. His gaze is heated as his eyes trail over my entire body, like he’s savoring the very image. Time feels like it’s moving so slowly. Too slowly.
“Ty … hurry!”
“What did I say?” Tyson growls.
“Be good,” I whine when he bites my ear.
“Right, you’re getting it.”
He settles himself between my thighs before grabbing the oil on the small wooden bedside table and covering his dick with a more than necessary amount. Tyson lines himself up with my hole, leaning down close to my face. “Since you’re so eager to let me fuck you,” He says, pressing in.
I squeeze my thighs around his waist on reflex. His dick is pushing into me, so thick, it burns a little going in. But it’s everything I want, that I need right now. Tyson is still slow and careful as he buries himself deeper inside me.
“You’re so fucking tight … Rohan,” he grunts, tilting his head back.
There’s a few beats between us once he’s settled in me and our breath has evened out. Our gaze is locked, like everything in this world has zeroed in on this very moment. But it’s too much, and I can’t take anymore waiting.
“I know this is your dream come true, but are you going to fuck me or stare at me all night?”
Tyson grabs my throat and squeezes, making my eyes roll back as he starting finally fucking into me. “Maybe I should’ve fucked your mouth instead.”
Oh, holy shit. I think I’m going to be ruined for any other man after this. The bed creaks under our weight. Tyson’s thrusts are so rough and forceful I can’t think straight. He’s still holding me by my neck when he leans down and kisses me. I nip at his lip when he pulls away.
“Feels so good, Ty…I wanna cum, please don’t stop…so close.”
“Are you telling me what to do again?”
Fuck, I don’t want him to stop.
“No, I’m not. Please, please. I’m being so good for you.”
“Mmm … you are so good,” he grunts, his thrust becoming even rougher. Tyson grabs at my dick and starts to give it a few pumps at the same pace that he’s undoing me.
“Ty … I’m going to cum!” I scream, doing just that, spurting thick, long ropes into his palm and all over his abs.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Rohan…” Tyson whispers against my lips, still fucking me. My back arches, but he tries to hold me in place when his hips stutter and I feel him pulse inside of me, spilling every drop into my already wet hole.
So warm and comforting.
* * *
My head is still high in the clouds. Everything feels so light, so perfect.
After we’ve come down and cleaned each other up, we decide to skip the rest of the festival indefinitely to lie in bed.
That was intense. Everything I would think sex with Tyson would be.
I mean, if I had ever thought of it, that is.
It felt so good; it almost borders on a mistake because what if I can’t have it again? I won’t survive.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing,” I breathe out.
“Oh yeah? I learned a special move where I can read your thoughts.”
“That’s not even a thing.”
“How would you know?” Tyson says, kissing the back of my neck.
“Because what good would that do with the monsters? They don’t even think.”
“Mmm, right, because you’re so smart.”
“Ty…” I say, relaxing into his chest, my eyes starting to feel heavy.
“Yeah?”
“You know I would never leave you here either, right?”
“Yeah, I know, kitten,” Tyson says. “The only real thing in this world is you and I, Rohan.”
I let my eyes surrender to the sleep that’s clearly trying to pull me under again. I swear before that, though, I feel Tyson kissing my ear, and finally my cheek.
Maybe there was more.
I wish I was awake to remember.