Chapter Eight #3
“Then we are two besotted simpletons.” He freed me of my armor and underpants, my cock springing up to slap my belly as the last bits of cloth and coil root armor dropped to the worn floorboards.
Besotted. Yes, that was how I felt around him.
Enamored to the point that I could think of nothing else.
His tongue tangled with mine as he climbed up over me like one of the dancing monkeys might a tree, locking his heels around my back as his fingers clamped tightly to the sides of my sweaty head.
A subtle scent of sand sage floated from his skin like a welcoming gift for a warrior gone long to war.
It spoke of things like home. Things that I should not be feeling but could not deny were taking root in my breast.
With a grunt, I carried him to the bed, forgoing the bath. Then I paused, his teeth now tugging on my lower lip, sharp white teeth making a sting that sent a jolt to my stones. I pulled my lip free. He buried his face in my throat, biting tiny little nibbles along my neck.
“I am ripe. Perhaps we should wash our—” I started to say.
“It would be foolish to wash ourselves before we fuck,” he slid in between nips. A shudder ran through me. Had he ever spoken so roughly before? I could not recall it, but I enjoyed it. “And I do hope to spend deep inside you if you enjoy being the mare on occasion?”
“Ihdos bless me,” I whispered, my voice gone. “I would enjoy that a great deal with you.”
His mouth captured mine once more. With the grace of a drunken hill bison, I stumbled over bits of armor, nearly tumbling us both into the tub, before finding the bed with my knees.
We fell onto the bedding as one, the cries of the sellers in the market below fading into nothingness as he licked into my mouth.
With a hand on my chest, he pushed gently, and I went eagerly to my back, taking him with me.
“Do you feel up to this?” Teryn asked as he straddled my thighs. I looked down at my cock, slippery with preseed, and then back to him.
“I think I feel up to this,” I teased, the slight ache at the base of my head just that.
Slight. My gut was tender from the wounds and being ill, but my cock was stiff as a newly hewn board.
Teryn chuckled, slithered down to rest his arse on my shins and then took the slick head of my prick into his mouth.
My back arched as he tongued the slit, his hand cupping my balls.
The tug he gave my stones made me hiss. He slipped his lips around the whole of my cock, amber eyes alight, and took me down his throat.
The sting of his pull on my balls was forgotten as he slid back up and then went down again.
He rolled my stones roughly, making me groan aloud.
I opened my thighs wide. He moved to nestle between my legs.
When he pulled off, he licked a hot stripe down the backside of my cock to suckle on my stones.
The pressure was just shy of painful. My cock kicked in warning.
“That is…I am close,” I warned and sighed when he released my left stone.
“You are heady tasting,” he purred, eyeing my cock as one would a fine meal.
“I adore the taste of you…the smell of you.” His tiny gold charms tickled my thigh.
Spittle coated his chin. He rubbed his smooth cheek against my cock like a cat marking the corner of a chair as his fingers deftly moved under my sac.
A gasp escaped me when he found his goal, tracing the edges of my entrance with a fingertip slick with spit.
“Above you on the headboard is a small cabinet filled with carnal wonders.” My eyes rounded.
“Is this a brothel?” I asked as I rushed to reach up to the small ornate cupboard on the wall. The door opened with a flick of a brass latch.
“It is a place where people sleep, eat, and love.” He kissed the head of my cock as he toyed with my hole. Rolling my head back, I saw several bottles of varying colors. “Pick any of them. They are all oils for lovemaking, just different scents.”
“Which is sand sage?” I asked breathlessly.
“The soft yellow should be.” He pressed on my hole while dropping tender kisses along my length.
I grabbed it, popped the cork, and inhaled that exotic, warm, earthy smell that would forever be associated with Teryn Nouradi in my mind.
I poured some onto my stomach. His eyes crinkled as he grinned and dipped his fingers into the puddle.
I rubbed the oil into my skin and then took my cock in hand.
He wasted no time. My prick was slick now, sliding with ease in my fist. “You are a glorious sight.”
“Open me,” I begged as I worked my prick. “I wish to feel you inside me when I spend.”
I moaned softly when two fingers pushed into me.
It had been some time since I’d been the one receiving cock, but the burn was just as pleasant as I recalled.
My grip slackened on my cock as he worked to stretch me.
Golden eyes watched me while he pumped two then three fingers in and out of my hole, touching that place inside that made my body shake like a tremor of the earth.
“Now,” I begged, my slippery fist tightening on my prick.
He eased his fingers out and crawled between my legs, pressing my thighs into my chest. I lost contact with my aching cock as he moved over me, lowering his head to lick into my mouth.
My hands roamed over his back to his ass, pressing him downward, his cockhead at my opening. “Now,” I groaned.
“Patience, my love,” he whispered, lifting the bottle from the bedding where I had thrown it.
A small amount of oil remained. Most had leaked out onto the downy mattress under us.
There was a small niggle of guilt over that, but the remorse quickly faded.
Teryn coated his cock with the oil. I could not look away as he guided his prick to my hole. His gaze met mine.
“Now, please, I am…”
What I had planned to say floated off on a deep, low moan as he eased into me. I placed a hand on his hip to pull him deeper. The stretch made me wince. He stopped, arms locked, hands splayed out on either side of my head.
“Do not stop,” I whispered as my body adjusted to his prick. “Never stop.”
He stole a kiss, placed his hands on my shins, and rocked into me with a thrust that ripped the air from me.
Somehow he went deeper still on the next plunge.
His cock brushed against that tender nub deep inside.
I howled like a wolf and then took my cock back into my fist. Two long strokes brought me to my pinnacle.
Ropey strings of spend coated my hand, fingers, and palm.
Some hit my stomach and chest. Teryn groaned as I tightened around his cock as it shuttled in and out of my tender ass.
His shoulders bowed, his head fell forward, making the tiny charms ring out softly, and his cock thickened.
With a final stab of his hips, he came apart.
Seed warming my channel then leaking out around his prick as he rolled his pelvis in a sinful circle.
“Oh…Teryn…mighty gods,” I huffed while milking my cock for each droplet of spend. His seed oozed from me, down the cleft of my ass to soak into the already fouled sheets. “The washerwomen…will demand…double pay for cleaning our…bedding.”
“I will pay them triple,” he countered, lifting his head to gaze down at me.
Emotions welled up within me. Feelings that I should not be having.
Fingers smeared with my spend, I touched his puffy lips.
The tip of a pink tongue slid out to lap at my fingertip.
“Pasil, this thing between us…” I ran my fingers along his chin, his jaw, and his earring to touch the tiny symbols.
“This thing…you do feel its strength, do you not?”
I rubbed the smallest charm between my fingers as I lost myself in his eyes.
“I do, yes, there is no reason to deny it any longer.” He eased out of me.
My legs were cramping, but when I stretched them out, the tightness lessened.
Teryn moved to my side, flicking the empty oil bottle to the floor where it hit with a soft tinkle and rolled under the bed.
“My question is what do we do about this thing betwixt us?”
Teryn, always the calm one, pressed a kiss to my brow.
“We bathe.” He leapt from the bed and stood beside it, looking down at me spread over the covers like one of the pink starfish that clung to the rocky shores of Celear.
I felt my forehead furrow. “You worry overly about things that have no bearing on our mission, my sweet. Come, let us wash the sea salt and spend from our skin. Then we shall eat, nap, and make our way out come dark.”
“Not to be blunt, Teryn, but fucking and bathing seem to be—”
“They seem to be ways to keep our hearts pure and our wits sharp. Now please, come bathe with me. I would wash your back for you.”
He offered me his hand. With a hearty sigh, I slapped my palm over his, and with a tug, I was on my feet, my arms around his lean frame, my lips on his long throat. I adored this part of him. In truth, I adored all parts of him, from his thick ebony hair to the soft, pale soles of his feet.
“We will bathe and eat and nap,” I conceded and got a pleased little sound.
The water was tepid now, warm enough to cleanse well but cool enough to refresh.
Teryn stood behind me in the tub as it was not large enough for two men to sit.
Using a pitcher, he poured water over my head repeatedly, his wet chest tight to my back as he used a bar of medicinal-smelling soap to lather my head and body.
He took care with my wounds first then my cock, balls, and tender hole, whispering soft compliments while kissing a shoulder, an arm, my buttock, and then my chest. When he was facing me, my body washed and rinsed, I repaid his kindness.
“You are so beautiful.”
“Your eyes are like molten gold.”
“Your lips are like sweet honey cake.”