Chapter Eight #3
I sank my fingers into his hair, fisted it, and then pulled him up over me.
The rub of the thick curls on his chest scoured my nipples, making me wiggle as his mouth came down over mine.
I had never kissed anyone with such a wealth of facial hair.
We elves are virtually hairless other than some wisps under our arms and down below.
Holding him was akin to hugging a half-grown bear.
Compact yet hard muscles under a pelt of fur.
I loved it. I loved the feel of his stiff prick resting on my belly.
He licked into my mouth. He tasted of dark ale, pipe tobacco, semen, and something pickled.
I adored pickled things, so I rubbed my tongue over his.
Our soft moans floated free. Upward they drifted like willow weed blows caught on a summer wind.
“You are an addiction in the making, Chirp,” he panted over my lips when the kiss ended. “You want to bring me off?”
Just hearing those words said in his gruff, deep voice made my soft cock start to fatten. I linked my legs around his hips, low, right under his arse.
“Yes, I do want that. I need it, want it, or any of the fancy words the scholars may dream up to say that I long for you to love me well and true.”
Balanced above me on arms as stout as mighty oaks, he stared at me with a tenderness I would not have thought he possessed.
“I know that need, Chirp. Aye, I know it well. Let me show you how loved you can be, Vol’ka Dor.
” He began rocking to and fro, his fat cock rubbing along mine, the bed creaking with each hearty thrust of his hips.
I took us both in hand A twinge in my shoulder stopping me from using both hands.
We both pumped wildly, his thick tangle of hair like curtains on either side of his head, the tip of his beard tickling my chin.
We were ungainly, uncoordinated, and unwilling to stop.
He tumbled first, groaning out my name as his cock spurted and throbbed, coating my hands with spend.
Fresh slick, thick and warm, it eased the motion.
My second release rode down on me hard, knocking the wind from my lungs as if I’d been thrown from my pony for a second time.
I clung to his shoulders, nails biting into his skin, neck arched as we coated each other’s shafts.
Slowly, as we battled to find our breath, the madness eased.
We kissed long and deeply, tasting each other over and over until his arms began to tremble.
“Much as I love having you under me, I got to move.” I kissed him softly before untwining my ankles.
He fell onto the bed beside me with a soft grunt.
My eyes closed. I focused on my breaths, calming them, letting my lungs fill then empty.
Much like the meditative times spent with Kentan at the druidic school. “You good?”
“Mm, I am so good it is beyond good.” He chuckled and then sat up. I opened my eyes. “That is dumb. I did not mean that. I meant it to be very good.” His smile lifted the corners of his mouth. A mouth well kissed this eve. By me. “I would still like you to enter me.”
“Yeah, I’d like that too, Chirp, but I ain’t sure you’re up for being fucked the way I would fuck you.” I started to argue. “I know, you and some scrawny elfling tried it once.”
“True, we did, and it was not pleasant, but I have been with other males.”
He shot me a look over a broad shoulder. “You gave a man grown your arse?”
“No, not…well, no, not yet completely, but I have sucked cocks. I am not wholly green!”
“I know, Chirp, I know.” I rolled to my side to watch him move to the tub, wash up, and rinse the rag out before bringing it to me still lying in the bed. “We’ll rub more liniment into your shoulder after we clean things up a bit. For such a lean man, you surely do possess buckets of spend.”
With a timid laugh, I allowed him to wash me off.
This was nice. I had never really been pampered like this by anyone.
My grandmother had been my savior, yes, but she was not one who coddled children so being petted, washed, and stroked was new and wonderful.
He made me feel wanted for things other than sex or my inborn ability to converse with hares.
“I assumed the large amount of seed was yours as your balls are enormous,” I sleepily teased and got a soft little snort of amusement from the sellsword leader. His stomach gurgled. “You should eat. The stew is good. Very meaty. I placed all of mine into your bowl.”
“Good idea. I’m so hungry I could eat the arsehole out of a hyena.
” He flung the washing rag into the tub and grabbed the cold bowl of stew.
He carried it to the bed, sat down next to me, and dug into his meal.
He spoke little while he ate but did dart a few looks at me from time to time. “Head feeling better?”
“Mm, yes, as is the shoulder.” Fatigue was sneaking up on me as I lay there, full, spent, and contented as a pup at its master’s heel. “I refuse to drink whiskey ever again.”
“Probably wise for a man of your lean build. No offense, but you elves aren’t exactly known for your ability to hold your refreshments unless it’s chilled wine.
” He belched, sighed, and then placed the bowl on the floor before stretching out beside me.
Lying across the bed at an angle left my heels on the very edge of the mattress, facing the fire so they were warm as toast. I moved to my side, wondering if he would mind if I got closer.
His sleepy gaze slid to me staring at him.
“You look like a Drake Bane pup on his first night away from his ma,” he said as he lifted a meaty arm. I wiggled closer, pulling the blanket with me, so I could press myself into his side. His biceps served as my pillow.
“What is a Drake Bane?” I asked. Curious about the beads in his beard, I reached out to roll one between my fingers.
It was cool to the touch. His hand dropped to my ear, his rough fingers gently tracing the high point as his stomach worked at digesting his stew.
I smiled to myself at the sounds his gut made.
“Sort of dog. Not so common now as the ice dragons have been eliminated, but back in the old days, the miners bred this big gray dog to take down the dragon young. Mighty beasts they are, jaws capable of crushing dragon bone, nasty as a troll’s breath.
My da has a couple of breeders to keep the numbers from falling into extinction but lots of the rich now take to toting around them little titty dogs the elven court ladies fancy. ”
“Oh, yes, they are quite small. Also fierce though. They were originally bred to kill the meadow moles in the fields, but now many are just pets. Most I speak with wish they would not be carried about in cloth bags or spritzed with rose water. They would much prefer being out in the fields, digging out the moles that ruin the crops.”
“Poor mutts.” He crossed one bare foot over an ankle. “Imagine a life being forced to do what goes against all that you were bred for.”
I lay there in silence for a moment before asking. “Is that why you hate being here, in the capital? Because your father is nearby?”
“Mm, yeah, mostly so.” He fondled the tip of my ear gently.
It was quite relaxing. “The funny thing about it is I spent twenty seasons avoiding this fucking hole in the ground. Avoiding him and the arguments. Funny now that we’re within spitting range, it hurts some that he knows of me being here—and he does, as Da knows everything—and he hasn’t come to fight with me. ”
“I understand. There are days I loathe my father and swear to cut him down should I ever see him, and then there are days that I would give all I possess—aside from Hasulett—to have him come see me or wish me well or compliment me on rising from the squalor to make something of myself.”
His fingers gave my ear a soft tug. “Ain’t no easy way to be a son with a sire that don’t got no time for you.
” I scooted closer, inhaling the scent of tobacco smoke and male as I let my fingers wander down to card through his chest hair.
“You should be resting, boy-o. Tomorrow will be a long day for you.”
“I am fully capable of walking through some dark tunnels,” I boldly stated.
“I bet you sing a different tune tomorrow, Vol’ka Dor.”
Ugh. The bird nonsense had to stop. “Perhaps you will find out that I am a raptor and not a helpless red songbird.”
“Perhaps. Close your eyes and your mouth, lad. We both need some sleep.”
I thought to ask him to kiss me into silence and would have if my eyes had not been so heavy and my heart so light.