Chapter Eight #2
“Oh, Asdren, I am. What you are doing is wonderful. Your touch is so nice. So, so nice.”
He shifted behind me, turning more so that he could lift my right arm with exquisite tenderness.
The subtle heat from the oil eased the motion.
There was little ache at all now. I groaned deeply as he ran a slick hand down the underside of my arm, taking a moment or two to work the poultice into my armpit.
“Red as a summer sunset your hair is,” he murmured. “Such a fire it is against your pale skin.”
“You are a poet. Literate. I wish I could read big tales of daring and romance.”
“I’m sure you could. Maybe you just need one of the brothers of the stone lore to help you untangle the letters when they dance about on the page.”
“How could they help?”
“I don’t know if they can. Don’t count your gems before they’re mined but asking never cost anything. They’re the most learned souls under the soil and atop it if I’m not being too proud of my people.”
I thought about that for a moment as he worked his magic with those strong fingers.
“I will ask a stone lore brother when I see one,” I vowed.
Imagine how much better an outrider I could be if my reading skills were vastly improved!
I would not feel like an illiterate bandit’s whelp.
Pasil would be so proud. Oh. Pasil. I’d not thought of him for such a long time.
What an odd thing. Before this mission, he was on my mind constantly.
Now days had rushed by and I’d not given him much thought.
How unfeeling of me. I hoped he was well.
He and Teryn both. Thinking about them together hardly hurt now.
Which made me wonder if what I had been feeling for him had been deep, true love or just a passing fancy.
Perhaps that was something else I could ask one of the dwarven monks.
“Well done then.” He gently let my arm down, nudging me to lie on my belly. My hard cock made it uncomfortable. Hoping he was too involved in pouring more medicine into his palm, I slid a hand under me to shift my prick to the side. Touching it made me grunt.
“You got issues down there, lad?”
I stiffened instantly, hand on my cock. “No, just…no.”
“No shame in it if you do. We’re men. We get hard when other men touch us in an intimate way. If you want me to stop—”
“No! Please, it is fine. Please do not stop,” I murmured into the pillow.
He blew out a long breath. “Chirp, I think maybe I should for now. You’re way too tempting, and I’m not in a good place inside my head to take a new lover, especially one as pliable as you. Hell, no, that ain’t the right word. Just…” He left the bed in a rush.
Lover?
I yanked my hand away from my prick. Unsure of what to say or what I had done, I lay still as a fawn in the tall grass, wondering if I should speak or simply pretend to be sleeping. The ache in my shoulder had shifted to my balls.
The floor creaked under Asdren when he crossed the room. I squeezed my eyes closed, fisting my hands under the pillow. I listened intently to see if he would return to the bed. If he did, I would reach for him and ask him to ease the stiffness away with his slippery hands.
Lover?
“Chirp, you need to rest, and I need an ale. I’ll be back soon.”
“Thank you for the ointment,” I replied into the pillow.
“You’re welcome, Vol’ka Dor.”
The door opened. I pushed up from the bed to rest on my knees and met his questioning look. The blanket slithered to my thighs, exposing most of me to him in a way that went far beyond showing bare skin.
“Asdren, wait, please. Stay. Close the door. I need…” And there I fell short, for I had no clue what I needed. No, that was a lie. I knew what I needed. I needed him…
Lover.
He faced the door, shirt in hand, thick shoulders tense, ebony curls resting between his shoulder blades. I could hear his breathing from across the room.
“Say what it is you need, Chirp,” he gruffly said, and I faltered still.
Did I dare say what I needed? What I truly needed?
What I had been searching for with Pasil, with the other random elves I’d dallied with?
“Speak it aloud. I need to hear you say it lest I’ll be thinking it’s me reading something into your words that ain’t there. ”
“I…” My lips were dry, my throat parched. Why was it so damn hot in this room? “I need…I need to be wanted.”
There it was out. Now he could walk away with a snide chuckle after giving me a brotherly pat on the head.
He turned to face me. My swallow echoed around the sparse room. “Trust me, Vol’ka Dor, you’re wanted something fearsome.” My heart sped up, near to bursting from my chest, as we stared at each other with a mix of want and fear. “You sure? I ain’t the type that I wager you generally lay with.”
“You are the perfect type for me,” I whispered, the words ringing with truth.
“Then so be it.” He shut and barred the door. He flung his wrinkled shirt to the side of the tub. Watching from the bed, I clocked his slow but steady gait, bringing him closer. The fire sent sparks up the flue behind him, casting his striking face in shadows. “I’ll be gentle with you, Chirp.”
“No, do not be gentle,” I announced, suddenly filled with bravado. I lifted the sheet from my groin. His gaze flew down to my stiff shaft. Shaking like a babe’s rattle, I reached down to thumb the slit that now peeked freely from its sheath. “I need a lover to want me beyond reason.”
“By the Stonefather’s anvil,” he grunted, freeing the ties on his trousers with a rough tug.
They slid down to his knees, allowing his hard cock to leap free.
I wet my lips before lying back on the bedding, knees quaking, and spread my legs for him.
“I ain’t never seen a more sinful and seductive sight in all my days.
Keep touching yourself, Chirp.” I did as asked, a flush of discomfort mingling with the warmth of the room to stain my chest a bright pink. “You ever had a man breach you?”
“Yes, once…mostly. An elf. We were young, it was…” Words failed as he climbed onto the bed, his prick standing proud. He was thick. Not as long as me but much, much girthier.
He dropped to all fours between my knees, square shoulders nudging my legs to open wider as I sank deeper into the mattress, my chest heaving, nipples tightening, cock leaking.
“I ain’t no elf,” he stated as if I was unaware. “Nor am I a lad unsure of where and how to use my prick. Let’s go easy this night. I ain’t sure you’re as worldly as you think you are.”
I started to bristle, but the softness of his tone erased any upset.
“I know you are aged.” That made him snicker softly while dropping to his elbows betwixt my legs. Beautiful blue eyes that matched the beads in his beard sparkled in the firelight. “I did not mean that as it sounded, truly. I like the wrinkles at your eyes and the silver in your hair. Ah!”
He blew over my shaft, a warm puff of air that curled my toes into the blanket.
“The older the stone, the harder the cut.” That sounded so very dwarven.
He rubbed his cheek against my cock, the roughness of his beard sending tingles through me.
“You smell like horse and wild grasses. Noticed it the first time we met. Outdoorsy, fresh. No one I ever met before smells like you. And down here…” He buried his face in the juncture where my right leg joined my hip.
I yelped in surprise. Perhaps my fumbling times with other young elves were lacking just as he suspected.
“Down here, the smell is even stronger, like the woods themselves radiate out of your pale skin. I swear I could get drunk on it.” My arse left the bed of its own free will, crushing his nose into my hip joint.
His tongue darted out to taste the skin.
A rumble of something primal rolled out of his barrel chest. It made my prick twitch.
“Sweet shale, I got to taste you all over.”
“Yes, yes,” I managed to cough out before his tongue began a slow, maddening tour of my leg.
Sweeping down to the arch of my foot, then the back of my knee, and then back to my groin, he licked a sloppy path then did the same with the other leg.
My fingers were knotted in the blanket, my hips rolling, my eyes tightly closed as I fought to keep some control.
“Ah, ah, that is…no, no, I have…oh goddess!” He sucked one of my stones into his mouth as his fingers found their way to my hole.
With a soft tap at my entrance, I raced to the edge.
“Asdren, I am…you must…Oh!” He pressed a spit-slick finger in, just one, merely to the first knuckle.
I came undone, seed flying from me. It dotted his hair and beard, for he lifted his head to watch my flight to the stars.
“Beautiful.” He sighed, lowering his head so he could take my pulsing cock into his mouth.
All the stars in the night sky appeared behind my lids.
I rocked up into hot, wet perfection, crying out who knew what while he milked the last drops of seed from me.
Winded like a racing horse, I melted into the bed.
“Delicious too. Salty yet sweet. You eat lots of wood nuts. I can taste them in your spend. You want a taste?”
“Yes,” I replied on a shaky breath out.