Chapter Thirty-One #2
“Once you’ve made Trill feel good, you’re going to get naked and then get on all fours for me, aren’t you, baby?”
The suction intensified, and Trill let out a breathless laugh. “Y-yes,” he managed to gasp out. “He’s definitely going to do that.”
Arvus stripped out of his clothes, his gaze never leaving the two of them, his intent perusal ramping up the already intense experience.
It didn’t take very long at all before Trill was coming in Molun’s mouth, the man eagerly swallowing him down, the jolt of arousal from both of them feeding Trill with perfect pleasure.
Molun only released Trill once he’d milked every last drop out of him. He grinned up at Trill, who smiled a dopey smile back.
And then Molun was tugging off his shirt and shimmying out of his trousers, swearing when his boots got in the way, and finally shifting so that he could pull everything off. Then he was back on all fours, wiggling his butt in Arvus’s direction.
“What are you waiting for?” he wanted to know.
Arvus raised an eyebrow. “Maybe I like to look at you.”
Molun let out an aggrieved breath. “Look at me while you’re fucking me.”
Arvus knelt behind Molun and then leaned over him so that they were plastered together back to front—but he was definitely not fucking Molun.
“What if I want to inspect every inch of you first?” Arvus asked.
Molun made a whine of sound.
“What if I want to touch all of you, and I’ll only sink inside you when I’m good and ready?”
Another desperate sound.
“Would you like that, baby? You can only come when I say so.”
“I want you to fuck me,” Molun gritted out, but he’d been with Arvus much longer than Trill had; he had to know that he was just goading Arvus at this point.
Arvus’s eyes were gleaming. “Oh, I will fuck you, baby. Eventually.”
Molun squirmed and finally said, “Fine,” in a breathy voice that did not in any way disguise how much he liked the proposed agenda.
Trill practically skipped over to the bed to retrieve the oil; they might not need it immediately, but they were going to need it when they got to that eventually.
He watched avidly as Arvus proceeded to take Molun apart, caressing and biting and licking and kissing all the skin from the nape of his neck down to the soles of his feet.
It looked like Molun’s arms got shaky a few times, but he kept his position on all fours and just cursed periodically at Arvus to get on with it.
With a wicked look in his eyes, Arvus looked at Trill and said, “I don’t think he wants it enough, do you? I think you should see how interested he is.”
Molun’s cursing got a lot more inventive when Trill slowly jerked him off while Arvus continued his slow torture.
Trill made sure to keep his touch a little too light for the stimulation that Molun really needed, and Arvus grabbed a hold of his hips and kept him in position any time he tried to jerk into Trill’s hand.
By the time Arvus finally stretched Molun open and then pushed inside, Molun was nearly sobbing with need, and the keening sound he made when Arvus was fully seated inside him was nearly enough to make Trill come without being touched.
He tightened his grip around the base of Molun’s cock and made sure that no one came prematurely.
Truthfully, though, none of them lasted terribly long after that.
It had been the most perfect tease, and they were all worked up.
Molun thrust back into Arvus and then forward into Trill’s hand.
Arvus kept his hands on Molun’s hips and pulled out only so that he could bury himself inside the other man once more.
And Trill breathed in the thick waves of sex energy and continued to stroke Molun’s cock until he came with a choked off cry.
This set off Arvus, who buried himself deep inside Molun’s ass, and Trill came untouched as the tidal wave of completion washed over him from the two satisfied men.
They stayed like that for a moment, and then Arvus carefully pulled out of Molun and padded to the water closet.
He came back to wipe them clean and then get them bundled into bed to cuddle together.
It was early afternoon, but Trill was always willing to cuddle.
Arvus put Molun in the middle this time, with Arvus curled up around his back and Trill facing him.
“That was the best,” Molun breathed out, sounding sex drunk and happy. “Sign me up for that one a few extra times.”
Arvus kissed Molun’s temple. “Will do, baby.”
Molun leaned in to kiss Trill’s lips. “Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome.”
There was nothing that made Trill happier.
It wasn’t right to say that any of them had forgotten what they were waiting for, but they’d managed to fill their days easily.
This was a group that had a lot of sex, that was still catching up with one another, that liked to ride horses, and who were all becoming friends with Trill—and even Yannoma, though Trill was pretty sure she couldn’t quite believe it.
And then the Warriors arrived.
Trill didn’t think he’d been the only one expecting a response to the letter and not a whole host of Warriors, so he was genuinely worried that this was about to go badly wrong, only then Perian was flying out the door.
“Bennan! Chamis! Oh, it’s so good to see you again!”
An extremely attractive Warrior had dismounted and was sweeping Perian into his arms to give him a big hug. A huge redhead dismounted beside him, and Perian hugged him next. The man flushed to the tips of his hair, but he hugged Perian as well.
Brannal came down to greet the Warriors much more sedately, but Trill noticed there was still some tension in him.
“Onadal,” he greeted one of the men at the front.
Trill vaguely remembered seeing him in the training yard. He was handsome, older, and usually told everyone else what to do.
The man dismounted and held out his hand. Brannal clasped it.
“Brannal,” the man greeted. “The Queen wanted a full escort for the Prince, as well as more protection until he’s ready to go. We’ve got tents to pitch.”
Trill relaxed by degrees. It didn’t look like this was going to turn into a pitched battle, thank goodness.
“It’ll be tight, but I think we can get all the horses in the stables,” Perian said.
Cormal and the Prince also emerged from the house, and all the Warriors bowed. The ones who were Mage Warriors also clasped their hands to their hearts and inclined their heads to Cormal.
Onadal eyed Cormal with a serious expression. “Delana is going to have many words for you when you return.”
“If she’s upset, she can take it up with me,” the Prince said staunchly.
“No,” Cormal said, “I’m pretty sure I’ve earned a good yell.”
“To be fair to you,” Molun said, “you did actually leave the two of us in charge before I, uh—”
“—panicked?” Cormal suggested.
“Hey!” Molun protested, pouting. “I was trying to make sure you didn’t wind up dead. Don’t make me regret that.”
“Sorry,” Cormal said, not sounding sorry in the slightest. “Thank you so much for riding to a completely unnecessary rescue.”
Molun looked like he was going to protest again, but then Cormal added, “Kinan was already doing all the rescuing necessary.”
The look of affection and appreciation he sent to the Prince made the man puff up with visible pride, made Molun melt, and made the entire assemblage of Warriors and Mage Warriors stare at them in utter fascination.
“Let’s see to the horses,” Onadal said sensibly. “And we need to know where to set up the tents.”
“I’ll show you,” Perian said easily.
Trill noticed that no matter how cordial everything seemed, Brannal didn’t leave Perian’s side for so much as a moment.
The next day, they were on the road at a good hour, bundled up against the cold.
It had been clear that even though the Warriors and Mage Warriors who had been sent were mostly friends, no one was as comfortable with them on Perian’s land.
And they were anxious to get back to the castle—to get the Prince back to safety. They could at least all agree on that.
Trill still didn’t know exactly what the Prince had written to his mother, nor what the Queen had responded to him, but in addition to a written response and the Warriors that had been sent to guard the Prince, the Queen seemed to be sincere in her desire to at least secure their help in order to help the Prince.
Just as the Prince had promised, he’d not named either Trill or Yannoma, yet they had been given written letters affixed with the royal seal that declared that they were under the protection of the Queen and should be given all due assistance and protection as long as they didn’t harm anyone except in defense of their life.
Yannoma had curled her lip up at that, but Trill had thought it a fair compromise.
Perian and Brannal had gotten similar letters, though they’d been named.
The Warriors had also brought a carriage for the Prince, and he’d not been at all subtle about how much he didn’t want to ride in it. Onadal had been quite insistent that it made him less visible, less vulnerable, and easier for them to protect.
“I’ll ride with you,” Cormal offered.
The Prince had sighed and given in to the inevitable.
Maybe Trill wasn’t the only one who vastly preferred the ride to Perian’s estate over the one they were taking back to the castle.
(Of course, the ride here had also been full of concern for Cormal; Trill didn’t miss that part.
But he’d liked very much that it had just been him and Molun and Arvus.)
Still, he was delighted that Molun was no longer injured, even if their breaks were sadly… shenanigan-free. Everyone was on high alert to protect the Prince, and no one wanted an accident.
And, of course, they didn’t know what sort of reception they were going to receive when they got to their destination.