Chapter 22
Chapter
Twenty-Two
Kraghol had never experienced anything so beautiful as this picnic.
He stared at the pretty little cookies shaped like baubles and Christmas trees. They lay in a box by the flickering candle. He inhaled, taking in the sweet scent. The pretty garland of greenery and dried oranges lay on the red picnic blanket.
During Krampus Night, when he’d glance in the windows, he’d see the pretty decorations, like the garland lying before him. He’d see candles and sometimes even plates of food. He’d wonder what it’d be like to have those things for himself.
But he’d never believed he’d actually have any of that. Now Jasper had given them to him. He’d brought a glimpse of that world into Kraghol’s gloomy existence.
His throat tightened as he bit into a bauble-shaped cookie. He touched the greenery of the garland. He paused. “Is the greenery made from tree branches?”
“Did you think it was something else?”
“I…” Kraghol paused. “Maybe. They look so special hanging in windows. It surprises me that they are made from something so simple.”
Jasper picked up the end of the garland. He ran his fingers over the pine leaves. “A lot of decorations can be made with stuff you find in the forest. Often you just put it together, add ribbon and other bits and pieces to spruce it up a little.”
“I see.” He met Jasper’s gaze. “Thank you for all of this. You’ve made my dank little cave shine so brightly.”
Jasper’s rich brown eyes softened. “I’m glad you liked the picnic.” He took his hand. “And I plan to share many more things with you.”
But before Kraghol could ponder what those things could be, Jasper kissed him. Their mouths moved gently together. Then Jasper sucked on his lower lip. Kraghol slid a hand to the back of Jasper’s neck, holding tight, worried this beautiful man would slip away.
Jasper’s tongue pushed into his mouth. Their tongues entwined and danced. Although, obviously, Kraghol held back most of his extremely long tongue. He wrapped his hands around Jasper’s waist.
Jasper moved forward, straddling Kraghol’s lap as they continued kissing. Reaching between them, Jasper undid the buttons of his own coat. Kraghol pushed the clothing from Jasper’s shoulders, and it fell onto the picnic blanket.
Breaking the kiss, Jasper tugged off his shirt. Kraghol ran his hands over Jasper’s chest. Then Jasper took his mouth in another kiss. Kraghol rose, lifting Jasper in his arms. A startled noise escaped Jasper, but it was lost in the kiss as Kraghol carried him to the bed and laid him down.
Jasper stared up at him, chest rising and falling as he breathed heavily. His cock tented his trousers. Kraghol reached down and undid them. With a growl, he tugged them and Jasper’s undergarments down his legs, leaving the human naked on the pile of furs.
Kraghol drank in the sight of him, eyes hungrily roaming Jasper’s toned body. And for a second, he froze. He could only stare in amazement at this gorgeous man before him.
“There’s oil in the basket,” Jasper said, breaking the trance Kraghol was in.
“What?”
Jasper pointed at the basket. “Oil.”
Kraghol walked to the basket. A small vial lay inside. He reached in and picked it up. He looked back as Jasper. “You’d want to…” Kraghol gestured between them. “With me?”
Jasper grinned. “Obviously.”
Kraghol came back over. “I’m not small.” He untied the fabric and let it drop, revealing his erect and very large prick.
Jasper licked his lips and spread his legs. “I am well aware.” Then he reached for Kraghol and pulled him down.
Kraghol lay on top of Jasper, careful not to rest his entire weight on him. The kisses grew heated, their tongues and mouths duelling. Jasper gripped Kraghol’s shoulders.
Breaking the kiss, Jasper took the oil from Kraghol’s hands and uncorked the bottle. He poured oil on his fingers, reaching down his body. Kraghol gripped Jasper’s thighs, pressing them back.
Jasper gasped as he slid two fingers inside himself. Kraghol growled low in his throat. His cock throbbed at the sight of Jasper’s fingers stretching and preparing himself to take Kraghol’s cock.
“I want you,” Jasper whispered as he added a third finger. “I want your dick inside me.” He gasped. “But I think I’ve got to really stretch first.”
Kraghol’s fingers on Jasper’s thighs tightened as he greedily watched Jasper add another finger. His throat dried. He couldn’t look away from the erotic sight. His cock throbbed as he imagined sinking inside that hole.
Jasper tugged his fingers free and reached for Kraghol’s large dick. He squeezed, and Kraghol groaned. Kraghol shuffled forward, positioning himself between Jasper’s spread thighs.
Jasper guided Kraghol’s dick towards his entrance. The tip pressed against the puckered ring of muscle.
“Fuck me,” Jasper begged, releasing his grip around Kraghol’s cock. He gripped Kraghol’s forearms. “Fuck me, please.”
Slowly, trying to be so careful so he didn’t harm Jasper, Kraghol pressed forward. The pronounced head slid inside Jasper.
They both groaned.
“Just give me a second.” Jasper panted. “One second.”
Kraghol swallowed, keeping himself completely still.
After a moment, Jasper inhaled. “Now keep going. Please,” Jasper begged, voice tight.
Kraghol slid inside Jasper steadily. His eyes fluttered shut as tight heat engulfed him.
“Kraghol!” Jasper cried. “Oh. Fuck! Keep going!”
Breathing heavily, Kraghol gazed into Jasper’s flushed face. He kept pressing forward, inch by inch until he completely filled Jasper. Gasping, Jasper reached up and grabbed one of Kraghol’s horns.
Kraghol pulled back slightly.
“Sorry. Should I not have?” Jasper released his hold.
“No.” He grabbed Jasper’s hand and tugged it back towards his horn. “I was just surprised.”
Jasper gave a half-smile. “I like to hold on to something whilst being fucked.”
Kraghol huffed.
“Speaking of which. Please fuck me.”
Hands tight on Jasper’s thighs, Kraghol slowly withdrew until just the head remained inside.
Jasper bit his lower lip. Kraghol thrust forward. He began a slow rhythm, in and out of Jasper’s body. Kraghol relished the feel of sliding in and out, in and out. He growled low in his throat.
Jasper cried out with every thrust.
He angled his hips, ensuring he nailed that magic nub inside Jasper. Jasper keened. One of Jasper’s hands clutched Kraghol’s horn, and the other gripped his hip. His body undulated as Kraghol fucked him.
Kraghol leaned forward and kissed those soft, plump lips. Jasper slid his tongue into Kraghol’s mouth. Their tongues danced as their bodies moved together.
The kiss broke, and Kraghol stared down at Jasper. He had never known such glorious pleasure as this. He was fucking his half-mate. He wished he could claim Jasper as his full mate. He wished they could have years and years ahead of them. But that was not to be.
So instead he would just have to savour these blissful moments. He wanted to remember how Jasper looked right this moment, lying amongst the furs, his face, throat, and chest flushed with desire, his lips wet from kisses, and Kraghol’s cock driving into his body.
He stroked a furred hand down Jasper’s chest. Jasper shivered. His hard cock lay on his stomach. Pre-cum dribbled from the tip. Kraghol wrapped his hand around Jasper’s cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts.
“Yes!” Jasper cried out. “Fuck! Yes!” He hooked a foot around Kraghol’s thigh.
Jasper’s channel squeezed tight around Kraghol’s cock. Kraghol groaned.
Jasper released Kraghol’s hip and grabbed hold of the other horn. Now he gripped both Kraghol’s horns whilst Kraghol fucked him.
“More! Faster! Harder! Please, Kraghol!”
Kraghol complied. He shoved harder into Jasper. His balls tingled, his orgasm fast approaching.
Jasper whimpered. “I’m close. Kraghol. I’m close.” He squeezed his eyes shut.
Then he shouted. He threw his head back, body arching as cum spilled from his cock, splattering against his stomach, chest, and throat.
Kraghol leaned forward. His tongue extended. He lapped at Jasper’s spend as he fucked Jasper’s tight, convulsing hole.
“Come inside me!” Jasper cried out. “I want to feel you spill your seed deep inside my body.”
His words drove Kraghol over the edge. Red-hot pleasure burned through him. With a howl, he thrust deep inside Jasper, holding still as he spent.
He breathed heavily, slowly coming down from the peak of his pleasure.
As Jasper murmured contentedly, one of his hands roamed Kraghol’s back. The other stroked Kraghol’s tail.
Which was a little odd. No one had ever stroked his tail before. But Kraghol didn’t mind. Actually, he kind of liked it.
He nuzzled Jasper’s throat. He inhaled and could smell the scent of their arousal and spend.
Kraghol closed his eyes, trying to remember exactly how he felt in this moment. He tried to remember what it was like to be caressed with so much affection. After all, soon he’d have nothing but the memories of Jasper’s touch.