Chapter Four #4
The way the man spoke ensorcelled me. If I had not known that my want for him had been so strong, nothing could have prevented us from coming together.
I surely would have thought he had bewitched me with Sandrayan magicks.
But I knew the truth of it. This night was destined to take place.
Perhaps his goddess had foretold it. Perhaps Ihdos had prophesied it.
I knew not. All I knew was that I had to join us now.
I pulled two fat pillows from under his head and shoved them under his tanned arse.
Unable to hold back any longer unless I wished to come before I was even inside him, I worked the oils onto my cock once more, tip to base, and then lined my cockhead up with his pink hole.
“Now, Pasil, enter me now before I burst,” Teryn panted, tugging on his prick, his golden eyes molten now.
Knowing I would get lost in those eyes if I gazed for too long, I focused my attention on my cock as it slowly stretched his opening wider and wider.
Teryn cried out when I sank in to the root, his cock spewing spend over his abdomen, chest, and even into his chin whiskers.
Grabbing one lean leg, I flung it over my shoulder and began rocking in and out, each thrust in milked another cry of passion as well as a spurt of seed from him.
I lasted long enough to watch his eyes flutter closed as he melted into the bedding—perhaps ten powerful pumps into his tight hole—before I felt the white fire of my release racing up my spine.
I drove in hard, as deep as I could go, and filled him up.
Head bowed, body tense as a bowstring at full draw, I pumped all I had into his arse, the room spinning with the scent of sex, man, and sand sage.
“Give me…all you have,” I heard him plead. He sounded far away on the moon sisters perhaps as my balls contracted over and over. “Yes, yes…divinity thy name is lover. Lover thy name is Pasil.”
My legs buckled. I caught myself with one arm as my cock slid free from his body.
Spend smeared along the inside of his thigh as I tumbled to my side, my cock still kicking lazily.
Dazed in the afterglow, I cupped the head of my prick to catch the last few spurts, heaving chest slowing, eyes closing as I tried to catch my ragged breath.
Teryn moved around beside me, his touch light on my arms and hip, pressing me gently onto my back.
I let him move me as he wished. Truly, as weak as I was, I doubted I could stop the smaller man even if I wished.
I’d never had such an experience with any lover, male or female, in all my years of seeking companionship.
The bed shifted. Eyes fluttering open, I saw Teryn stretching over me, his gold charms tickling my armpit.
With a snort, I wiggled slightly. His amber eyes found mine, and a smile that could charm the dwarves out of their mines lit up his face.
“You take up considerable room,” he teased and returned to his task. He came back to the bed with a pleased little sound, lying beside me to dab at the seed dotting his chest. “So, Pasil, was it just me or did you feel the land quake just now?”
I chuckled before moving to my side to stare at him.
“I could not be sure as I was soaring up to touch the smooth face of the moon sisters,” I replied, nudging his cloth aside when he brought it to his face.
I flicked out my tongue to lick the delicacy off his goatee.
He sniffled a little, an amused sound that I wanted to hear again, so I licked his face clean.
Like a dog with a beefy platter, rolling him to his back amid his increasing laughter.
Once I had him under me, I hoisted my upper half up, arms locked, to stare down at him.
Something in my breast clicked into place.
Unsure of what it was, I pushed the odd twitch to the back of my mind.
“Would you like some tea?” he asked, his voice soft and sleepy. I claimed his lips in a kiss that went on for long moments, a gentle searching kiss that crested and fell like the waves crashing over the rocks far below. “Was that a yes or a no?”
“A yes, but later.”
His fingers were carded through my hair. It needed to be cut as it was dangerously close to touching the collar of my civilian clothes. “Your hair is lovely. Thick and black as a raven’s wing. What a pity your laws dictate that only nobility may have longer tresses.”
“I do not mind,” I replied, moving to my side once more, my arms growing weary of supporting my weight.
“Long hair is dangerous in battle. When we were beset with assassins on the journey back from the Lavender Steppes to bring the queen to Celear, an enemy wrested King Aelir from his mount with a handful of his hair.” He nodded in understanding before gently rising from the bed as if he were just feeling the pummeling I had given him.
“Are you in pain?” I asked, pushing up to rest on a bent arm as he slipped from the tangled covers.
“No, well, not much.” He tossed me a satisfied smile over his bare shoulder. The trinkets on his ear chain caught the waning firelight. “It is a good twinge. Nothing that will be noticeable come morning.”
I was familiar with the burn of a lover’s possession as I enjoyed giving and receiving in equal measure.
He made his way to the bathing room. I stretched out, spreading my toes wide as I reached over my head to grab the ornate headboard.
My muscles pulled taut but then eased into the stretch.
Listening to Teryn washing himself off, I found myself lost in a fog.
I’d crossed a rather bold and possibly troublesome line, cock first. Something that I had not done in many seasons.
As a young buck, yes, my prick had led me into a few notable predicaments, but since I had signed onto the guards under V’alor, those wild ways had passed. For the most part.
Now, after years of service to my king and country, a stiff cock could very well see me disciplined.
I knew of no laws of conduct concerning bedding a foreign dignitary.
It happened quite often, if the whispers of the maids and grooms were to be believed.
And I did believe them. The rich and powerful thought little of taking what they desired from those who served under them.
I personally had held myself a bit above such things since being promoted and handed the bronze armor of the king’s personal guard.
As V’alor had done before me. If the commander of the guard could see me now, I was sure his face would be drawn into a disapproving scowl.
Yet, even knowing that to be the case, I already yearned for another tumble with Teryn…
The mattress gave slightly beside me. I looked over and into the bright round yellow eyes of Pehdra.
“Have I taken your spot?” I asked and got a twitch of a long whisker.
“She will use all of her feline skills to make you feel great guilt,” Teryn called from the bath as he splashed about in what had to be chilled bathwater.
He emerged a moment later, skin dappled with water beads, the aroma of sand sage strong once more.
Passing by the bed, he slowed to place a rounded glass bottle on the small cabinet beside the bed and hand me a wet cloth.
“Do not let her move you from my bed. I’ve dreamed of seeing you like this for the past many nights. ”
A flush ran over me. “You’ve dreamt of me?” I washed my cock and balls off I spoke.
“Mmhmm, many times. Daydreams as well as nightly fantasies.” He poured us two cups of tea and returned to the bed, handing a dark sienna cup to me before shooshing the cat to the end of the bed.
She went, but not without a scowl directed at me.
“It should be just right for sipping.” He sat at my side, legs folded into a loose knot, and took a taste of his tea.
His lashes closed in rapture. “That is almost as wondrous as making love to you.” My eyes flared in mock anger as I wiggled up to sit.
“Almost. Nothing is as delightful as being under you.”
“You were pleased?” I asked, suddenly shy for some reason. No, perhaps not shy. Anxious. Worried if he had not enjoyed the encounter, for I surely had.
“Pleased does not adequately describe the feel of the ground shaking under your feet,” he answered, dark eyes mirthful as they found me over his teacup.
“I am glad.” I’d always been what I hoped was a conscientious partner in bed. I took a sip of the red tea and coughed. The heat of the black pepper caught me off guard. “Oh, that is…that is quite zesty.” I drew in a breath through pursed lips to cool my tongue.
“You will find, my beautiful guardian, that most things from my lands are well-spiced and tangy.”
“I see that to be the case,” I replied, placing my teacup on the round table beside the bed so I could caress Teryn’s shoulder.
“You are a beautiful man.” I ran my hand up the side of his long neck and played with the charms dangling from his ear.
There were several things I wanted to say—some romantic, some decidedly not.
I wavered between telling him that his eyes held me enraptured and asking what he felt should come next.
Should we part now? Yes, that seemed the right course of action.
We’d slaked our thirsts. Leaving this bed, this chamber, and this man behind would be wise.
I knew it. And yet, the thought of not being at his side for however long these negotiations dragged on felt like a death from a thousand cuts.