Chapter 24 - Hector #2
I bent myself forwards, spread my arse with my lube-slick hands, and began massaging it…
everywhere. And I meant everywhere. I carefully slipped fingers into my entrance, preparing my body for what was to follow.
Usually sex prep would result in a single finger, but since I was about to sit down on Arwyn’s dick like he was a throne, I opted to use two.
“Fuck,” Arwyn muttered, no doubt stroking his cock as he watched. I couldn’t see him from this angle, but I had no doubt that he was looking at nothing else but my arse as I coated it in lube. His heavy breathing sang across the quiet pub, filling the shadowed corners with unspoken wants and needs.
Once I felt as though I was ready, and had given myself a wordless pep talk, I turned back around and walked over to where Arwyn lay.
I straddled his waist, got my position right, and then slowly lowered myself atop him.
His cock rubbed against my lubricated entrance as I leaned in and kissed him.
Arwyn lost himself to the taste of me, moaning as his tongue picked up the slight sheen of lube that I’d rubbed over my lower lip. Arwyn clearly liked strawberry, because he was devouring my mouth like it was a starter, main, and dessert.
As Arwyn distracted himself with my lips, I reached back, positioned the head of his cock against my slick entrance, and lowered myself on him.
It took me time to relax the muscles in my body enough to just let him in.
Then I made sure I got used to the pressure of him, not rushing myself as I so desired.
Soon enough Arwyn’s entire length was inside of me, comfortable as if he was made for me.
“You okay?” he asked, forehead leaning against mine.
“Oh my god,” I cried out as his member added pressure against my prostate. He didn’t even need to move to give me the pleasure I wanted so much.
“That’s not my name,” Arwyn said, lips bruised from our kiss, eyes glittering with his own pleasure. “I think you’ll need to try that one again.”
“Arwyn,” I cried, beginning to rock myself atop him. “Is that… better?”
“Much.” His hands drifted down my curved spine, stopping when they reached either side of my arse cheeks. He pulled them apart enough to help ease the tension, then started rolling his hips to help me acclimatise to him. “You feel so tight. You feel so… divine.”
It was so natural for me to squeeze those small muscles inside my arse together, adding to his enjoyment.
Arwyn’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, his fingers imprinting into my flesh.
No doubt he’d leave bruises. To be honest, it was what I wanted.
I needed Arwyn to mark me as his in any way he deemed fit.
“I want you to fuck me, Arwyn,” I said, a hint of begging in my tone. “I want you to fuck me until you cum. Don’t stop until I’m completely filled with you, until there isn’t a single corner of my body or soul that isn’t familiar with the way you make me feel.”
His thrusts quickened at my request. His grip tightened. I closed my eyes and saw a rainbow of colours in the dark, each one conjured by the man who was pounding into me.
I swore that my reality warped as Arwyn started to grunt. Especially because every time the curve of his cock smacked into my sex, the real world started to fade away, taking with it all the worries and anxieties that surrounded us.
Heat flared beyond the dark. I opened my eyes enough to see that fire billowed out of the hearth, angry tongues flashing across the stone chimney, staining the bricks black with soot.
The candles were no different. Small buds of fire had become pillars of flame that reached up high into the air.
Every time Arwyn fucked deeper, those flames got higher, the light brighter.
“Your eyes,” Arwyn panted, “they’re glowing.”
I blinked and noticed that his were the same. A circlet of silver encasing the stunning natural colour. “So are yours.”
We were doing this. Unleashing natural, old magic as if our bodies were not only connected to one another, but to the element of passion. As his thrusting lit a fire in my belly, it nearly set the pub on fire.
My eyes noticed the small specks of dust that danced around us in a stream of air. The ground hissed with a faint tremor. Every element joined in with us, becoming so potent they felt like additional limbs rather than separate, conjured powers.
I let Arwyn take over, enjoying every second of his fucking. I lay my hands on the mounds of his hairy pecs. Beads of sweat ran down his temples, his focus iron-clad, the beat of his hips smacking against my arse cheeks quickening.
Turned out I didn’t even need to touch myself to finish. Apparently all it took was the rhythmic beat of his cock against my sex, and I lost all control over my own body.
If Arwyn hadn’t clapped a hand over my mouth, I would’ve screamed out so loud and woke Romy and Kai.
My hot, rapid breath echoed over his warm hand as I came.
Then it was Arwyn’s turn. He lost control, lips parting as his deep growl worked out of his throat.
I pressed my fingers over his mouth until we were silencing each other.
The world changed as Arwyn and I climaxed.
I lost my grip on reality for a few seconds until it felt like I had become the fire that roared from candles and the hearth.
Like the snapping of an elastic band, I cracked back into my weak body, falling atop Arwyn’s chest as he gathered me up in his arms.
“I… have never experienced… anything like that,” Arwyn said between laying kisses on my head. His cock was still buried inside of me, a cool liquid oozing down his shaft and spreading across my arse and his thigh.
“Neither have I,” I said, unable to keep my eyes open long enough to care that every single candle had extinguished. The hearth lacked warmth of light, as if our orgasm had sapped every ounce of energy that had burned in it all but five seconds ago.
Arwyn was the one to take his softening cock out of me. If I had my way I would’ve left him where he was, waiting for our energy reserves to fill again so we could go again. The phantom ache of his pressure remained, though, which pleased me.
“We should clean up this mess, maybe even open a window before Romy comes down and smells the sex in the air,” Arwyn said after a while of just cuddling, his hand stroking my damp hair back and forth.
“I don’t want to move from this place, not yet.”
“I’m glad you said that,” Arwyn replied, his voice sounding as tired as I felt. “I don’t think my legs would work even if I wanted them to.”
“A few more minutes then,” I said, trying to keep the worries of everything we had yet to face at arm’s length. “Just a few more of this. You. Me.”
“If you asked me for a lifetime, I would find a way to give it to you,” Arwyn replied, then laid a kiss on my crown. “But I must ruin the moment by reminding you that we don’t have that long.”
I kept my eyes closed. “Shhh. No more talking.”
“We can’t just sleep here,” Arwyn added, but there was something exhausted about his tone that I didn’t believe him, nor did he believe himself.
“My body is out of action for the next few hours,” I said. “If you want to move, that’s all on you.”
And to my surprise, with the strength and swiftness I expected from Arwyn, he gathered me in his arms, swept me up, and carried me up the stairs. I was vaguely aware we were still as naked as the day we were born, our clothes forgotten about, as was the incriminating bottle of lube.
I could only smile as Arwyn carried me to a spare room, laid me gently upon the bed. He found a rag of some kind and began to clean me down. Then, once he was satisfied, he gathered himself up beside me, curled his body around mine, and refused to let me go.
“You make me feel like I actually deserve this happiness.”
I nestled closer into him. “You do.”
“I hope you know that you also deserve it.”
I smiled brighter, hoping Arwyn could feel my emotions rolling off me in undulant waves. “As long as you are with me, I will believe it. Don’t leave me again, okay?”
“Never.”
“Good.”
“Hector?”
“Mmhmm.”
I… I think I love you,” Arwyn said, testing the waters.
My body warmed, my soul turning to a blaze of light. “I know I love you, Arwyn.” My voice shook as I admitted the fact that had lingered inside of me, likely from the moment I met him. “Just never betray me again.”
“I’d rather face the end of a blade in your hands again, than ever do anything to betray you.”
“Swear it.”
“Cross my heart and hope to die.” Arwyn painted something across my skin, his deft finger moving swiftly. I didn’t bother to open my eyes to work out what the shape was; I was only glad his touch was still on me so clearly. “So mote it be.”
I was far too tired to fully notice the magic that coiled around Arwyn’s reply, or the implications of what he’d just spelled out between us. And when I woke, barely a couple of hours later, I didn’t remember to ask.
Especially not when Romy came bursting into the room, the dark smoke billowing behind her as black as obsidian.
No. Not smoke.
Shadows.