Chapter 19 #4
“I guess not.” It feels weird to be the focus of our group’s activity. “But there’s something else we need to do to: find Redwish. He’ll know more about what happened to me, and he needs to be held responsible for his hand in all of this.”
“Alright, tracking down our skeezy former lawyer is added to the list,” Adam says with a grin, and it’s damn hard not to grin back. “Let’s get stocked up because we leave in the morning!”
The first thing we look at are food and rations.
It’s only a five-day journey, and I’ve learned a few of hunting and fishing tricks while on patrol with Khazak, but it’s still good to stay prepared, so we get enough for a full week.
Mostly jerky, but we also find some things like nuts and dried fruit.
I insist on buying, something the group reluctantly agrees to.
I also convince them to let me grab us a few collapsible fishing poles.
Then I try to buy Adam a brand-new sword, and he quickly turns me down and tries to assure me that I have nothing to make up for.
So no, not gonna be able to get rid of my guilt that easily.
After the rations, we take care of the rest of our supply and equipment needs.
Weapons are sharpened, armor is repaired, and new clothes are bought.
I finally pick up that second sword and I even grab a bow to practice hunting with.
It’s really interesting watching how my friends each handle their purchases.
Adam is as patient and respectful as always, and it sounds like he actually picked up a little of the language while in jail, maybe even more than I have.
Liss is more silent with a lot of pointing and holding up fingers to count.
Corrine uses her hands a lot when she speaks too, though I’m not sure it’s actually helping, and Nate just tries talking louder, at least until he gets his answer shouted right back to him. I missed these guys.
When we’re finished, the afternoon is long over and all of us are starving, which means it’s time to head to the Ironstorm residence.
I am fully expecting the massive feast Rurig has prepared for us when we get there.
What I’m not expecting is for almost everyone else I know in the city to be here too.
Work and otherwise. While I’m happy to see them all, it also means there’s a lot more opportunities for my friends to discover more about what I’ve been up to while they’ve been gone.
There are way too many people to keep in one room, and everyone sits down wherever they’d like once they’ve piled their food onto a plate, table or not.
That makes it even harder to try to keep an eye on everyone.
Eventually, after downing a few beers, I manage to calm down.
Everything will be fine. You’re leaving tomorrow. Try to enjoy this.
“For hardened criminals, your friends have been excellent house guests, David,” Ayla jokes, grouped in a corner with me, Nylan, and Ragnar. “The brunette has been a little squirrely, but honestly, my parents have loved having them here.”
“The blonde isn’t bad to look at, either,” Nylan adds.
“He does seem like your type.” Ragnar looks over at Adam, currently talking with Arik and Glasha. “Tall, handsome—”
“Arms that could pop my head like an overripe melon,” Nylan finishes, ignoring the way Ragnar rolls his eyes. “It’s going to be weird not having you around anymore, David. I’ve gotten used to having someone who knows what it’s like dealing with all this.” He gestures between him and Ragnar.
“You’re pushing it, boy,” Ragnar warns.
“...Sorry, Sir.” Nylan stretches up to kiss his owner on the cheek. “I’m just really gonna miss you, David.”
“I’m going to miss you too, Ny. All of you.
” I take a moment to think about what I want to say without getting too sappy.
“I know I didn’t end up here under the best pretenses, but it’s honestly been amazing.
You guys have taught me so much stuff, about myself, about the world.
.. Even with all the bad, I’m not sure I would have done anything differently. I’m going to miss this place a lot.”
Suddenly, my arms are full of a sobbing half-elf. “You have to promise to keep in touch. You can’t just forget about us or never visit or—”
“Ny, I’m literally leaving to go meet with your father. There’s no way you won’t hear from me again,” I try to reassure the guy sobbing into my chest. “I’d never be able to forget about you.”
“I don’t think you’re the only one to feel that way,” Ayla says while Nylan composes himself.
“I know I have not been around very much, but I cannot remember the last time I saw my brother this happy. He normally takes everything so seriously, but since I’ve been home, I swear it’s like he’s ten years younger.
He makes jokes now. I can only imagine how much he’s going to take it once you are gone. ”
I look over at Khazak, who’s standing with Corrine and Nikka, feeling the heat rise in my face as Ayla’s words sink in. I tell myself it’s just the beer.
Later, after most of the other guests have left, Khazak and I make our excuses to head home ourselves.
I half-expect my teammates to wonder why I’m not sleeping here with them, but even with the open beds they have, I’m pretty sure Adam and Nate are still sleeping on couches, so I have the excuse of wanting a real bed if I needed it.
As Khazak and I walk home, for once devoid of leftovers, I feel one of his hands reach over and slowly envelop mine.
We walk the rest of the way hand in hand in silence, his thumb stroking mine.
I’m smiling, and I know he is too, but there’s a feeling of melancholy hanging in the air. This is our last night together.
We don’t stop holding hands until Khazak has to unlock the front door. We enter quietly, lingering in the living room, neither of us sure what we want to say.
“David—”
“Khazak—”
After some chuckling, he finally goes first. “I just wanted you to know what these past few months have meant to me.” He takes both of my hands in his as he talks.
“Despite the circumstances that led to us meeting, and the last few days notwithstanding, I have really treasured our time together. I can only hope when you look back on this, it is not the ways I hurt you that you focus on. I am so sorry for that.”
“I keep telling you there’s nothing to apologize for.
” My turn. “Thank you for being so patient with me, even though I kept screwing things up over and over. And over. You’ve taken care of me in a lot of ways you didn’t have to.
I’m sorry I didn’t make things easy on you.
I... I...” Say it. “I’m really going to miss you. ”
“I am going to miss you too, David.” Strong orc arms pull me in for a hug.
I wrap my arms around him, and we stand there, holding each other.
I can feel the sadness start to overtake me, the water in my eyes welling up, but it’s not until I hear him sniffle that I realize he’s crying too.
Still no words, but his hold tightens, just a little.
I’m not sure how long we stand there, but I’m not ready to pull away until my eyes are dry.
“So, I know it’s late,” and we both just got done crying, “but since it’s our last night together, and I was wondering if we could—”
“Bedroom and strip.” I’m given the three-word order before my mouth is captured in a hungry kiss.
I’m moving as soon as I’m released, pulling my shirt off on my way down the hall.
I can feel Sir’s heavy footsteps right behind me, and when we enter, I go straight to the bed.
I finish undressing while I watch him light the bedroom’s lantern before rummaging through his chests, pants drooping at his waist. When he stands back up, he’s holding a pair of leather cuffs connected by a chain.
He finishes stripping and climbs on the bed to stalk over me.
As he kisses me again, he uses his free hand to pin one of mine above my head.
Forgetting about everything except his mouth on mine, I make a questioning noise when I feel the first cuff attaching to my wrist. Never releasing my mouth, he pulls up my other wrist. The second cuff is attached, and an experimental tug reveals the chain is threaded through the headboard.
He’s still kissing me, his tongue thick in my mouth.
I want more, trying to memorize the way he tastes, as weird as that may sound.
I whine when we break apart, feeling him chuckle as he moves to my neck, sucking bites into the sensitive skin.
I tilt my head back to give him more room, biting my lip as he moves down my collarbone, then my chest, and then my stomach.
I feel the familiar press of the charm against me as Khazak moves between my legs, spreading them wide and pushing them back. Of course, he avoids my cock and moves straight to my ass. That sounded like a complaint; it’s not. At least I’m not wondering whether or not I can touch myself.
I shudder when I feel his mouth on my thigh, moving down to where the skin meets my groin.
My hands curl into useless fists, squirming when his beard tickles me as he continues to bite.
I breathe a sigh of relief when he finally moves to his real target, warm tongue swiping across my hole.
The swiping soon turns into poking, and my toes curl when I feel him finally breach me, pushing in as deep as he can go.
Sir eats my hole like it was a prisoner’s last meal, leaving my ass feeling wet and sloppy whenever he pulls away to breathe.
His tongue fucks me hard and fast, spearing and spreading me as much as he can with nothing more than his hands to lift and hold me open.
I find myself whining when he finally pulls away for good, settling me back on the bed and kneeling between my legs.
I feel the oil covered finger against my spit-slick hole next.
When did he grab that? Doesn’t matter—finger one pushes in deep and is quickly joined by a second as Khazak pumps them in and out of me.
When they’re pressed in all the way, he scissors them apart, making me gasp and squirm even more before they’re removed.
The next thing to enter me is Sir’s cock, finally.
I can feel myself being stretched even farther; his dick so much bigger than two fingers.
I’m glad that there’s still just the smallest hint of a sting.
I want to remember as much of this as I can later.
Bruises, hickeys, all of it. I wrap my legs around his waist when he finally bottoms out, pulling him into me.
Stroking his hands from my chest down to my sides, he holds me gently by the waist while pulling his hips back, pushing back into me slowly. I try to use my legs and urge him to go faster, but he’s content to move at his own pace, stroking his hands over my body as does.
“Ta sra’tor pik’qa avakesh vaz’ka sap,” he whispers almost reverently. “Ta ril’pa ta yee to’vash. Alak tiu.”
I don’t know what he’s saying, but it feels like I understand him nonetheless.
I struggle in vain to reach him, lifting my head from the mattress and pulling at the chain with my hands.
My efforts are rewarded when Khazak lifts my legs from his waist, bending me in half as he leans down to kiss me.
Still buried to the hilt, he starts snapping his hips even faster, making sure to hit all the right spots.
He growls into my mouth when my hole flutters against him, both of us knowing what’s coming.
I grip onto the chain holding my wrists together tightly in both hands when I feel my hole starting to contract, and I cry into Sir’s open mouth as I cum on his cock for the first time tonight.
Never slowing down, he grips me tightly by both shoulders, holding me steady while he drives himself in and out.
Happy to continue at this speed and pace, my senses are filled with nothing but Khazak.
His weight pressing down on me, the way he smells, the taste of him in my mouth.
He’s kissing me so deeply, it’s like he’s trying to consume me.
I feel the same need, like it’s not enough.
I need more. I struggle to follow when he breaks us apart again and cry out when he pulls out completely and I’m empty.
I don’t get the chance to voice my complaints.
I’m quickly flipped onto my stomach, the chain at my wrists tightening as it twists with me.
Strong green hands lift my hips, holding my ass in position as Sir quickly sinks back inside me.
The sudden intrusion nearly makes me shout, but I hold back, not wanting to give him any reason to stop.
I need more. He’s pounding me at an almost punishing pace, his hips roughly slapping against my ass each time.
The sound of smacking becomes almost rhythmic, and it’s like I sink into a trance.
When he starts to spank me, it’s almost too much. Almost.
“Harder,” I beg. “Harder, please. I need it.” I need your marks. I need to wear them long after I’m gone. “Please.”
It works, my master taking pity on me, smacking my ass harder and harder as he fucks me.
It hurts, but the knowledge that I’ll be able to see the marks and feel the bruises for days only pushes me closer to that edge again.
It only takes a few more spanks before I have my second orgasm, my hole spasming around his cock as it pistons in and out, never pausing.
Only when he gets close himself do his movements stutter, and with a tight grip on my hips, he slams forward, burying himself to the hilt.
I feel the familiar pulse of his cock as he unloads, and happy as I am to know I’ll be able to carry part of him around with me, the knowledge that it may be the last time has the melancholy returning.
Carefully slipping out of me, Khazak uncuffs my hands, gently rubbing my sore wrists as he settles me against him.
We are both sticky and sweaty, but I don’t think either of us wants to wash any of this off, not right now.
For now, he just holds me, taking one of my hands in his and splaying our fingers together, the gentle flicker of the lantern’s flame highlighting the sweat-covered curves of his body.
I’m going to miss this so much.
“Alak tiu,” I hear Khazak whisper against my neck, just before sleep overtakes me.