Chapter Nine #4
“Nah, worms with pincers on their arse. They move fast for worms though. Got a hole for a mouth with sharp teeth. Nasty fuckers. Easy to kill, thankfully, but they got numbers.” He continued to watch me, his hair rattier than normal.
“I have no skills with insects,” I mumbled, easing down to sit cross-legged, wishing I could pick up a stronger thrum.
“This must be a beast of some sort. It is…odd,” I whispered, placing the torch on the ground as I turned my attention to the darkness of this lonely shaft.
“It seems almost as if it is sleeping but deeper. No, not sleep,” I huffed.
“I do not know what it is, but it is a beast, and it is alive…of a sort. I think I need to find it.”
His exhalation nearly blew out the weak torch. “Chirp,” he said then blinked when I snapped my sight back to him. “Lad, we can’t go larking off down shafts on a druidic whim. We got a job to do from your king. Aelir was pretty firm in that he wanted us to move our arses.”
“If I do not find it, the beast may die.” I reached for the torch. He grabbed my wrist. My sight flew from the light to him.
“Then it dies.” I shook my arm to free it, but he held tight.
“I cannot abide that.” His face was tight now, masked with irritation.
“Then we got ourselves a stalemate because I ain’t going to let you crawl around these fucking tunnels like a rat. You got no clue where they go. You could slide into a lava pit, be eaten by a troll, or tumble skinny arse over tea kettle into a nest of crawlers.”
“Then we will find the beast as a unit.” I gave my arm another shake. He hung tight. Much like the badger I likened him to before.
“No, we will not. I’m the head of this expedition. Yeah, I know you think you’re top cheese, but that’s where you’re mistaken, boy-o,” he replied as his fingers held me tight.
“Stop calling me a boy! I am an elf grown. I know how to track things, for I have done it all my life without a puckered-up dwarf crashing about fudging things up. We have shared a bed!”
“You’re right,” he conceded, his voice soft but firm, making my cock twitch. “You are an elf grown, a prickly one for sure, but an elf grown. I’ll not call you that again. Now we got that settled, we’re going to move on to—”
“Who is in charge?” I slid in as his thumb began to press ever so gently on my pulse point.
“Oh, Chirp, that’s me. You might take the lead from time to time when it’s wise, but I am always in charge.”
I glanced down at where he held me then back to his face.
The tunnel was growing darker by the moment, the torch nearly burned to fine ash, but I could see his eyes.
Brilliant blue, they rested on my mouth.
“If you got issue with that, tough titties. This is my world, my troupe, and my reputation on the line.” I wet my lips.
He made a sound in the back of his throat.
“You agree?” I nodded. He leaned in closer, his mustache tickling my cheek, his lips beside my ear.
My prick was hard now, leaking in my breeches. “Say it. Say you want me in charge.”
“I want you in charge while in the mines,” I whispered through a cloud of lust that was making it hard to think clearly. He chuckled and nipped at the tip of my ear, pulling it into his mouth to suckle on it. I gasped and whined. “And when we are like this…”
“You mean on our knees in a shitty tunnel filled with bones and rat pellets,” he replied, his tongue dipping into my ear before he licked a line down the side of my throat. “You got a neck like a snow swan, Vol’ka Dor.”
A shudder ran through me. That name. That name made me hard, eager, and desperate. I longed for him to call me that over and over again.
“Yes, when it is us alone and you…you hold me tight. When you want me,” I gasped, writhing about to press my mouth to his as the torch flared up and then out.
Blackness enveloped us as his tongue slid into my mouth, claiming it, claiming me.
We fell to the gritty floor, me beneath him.
I stretched upward. He moved upward, rubbing his hard, fat cock into my belly to secure my hands above my head. My balls drew up. “Close…”
“Close already? Easy now, love, easy.” He rubbed his cheek against mine as he nibbled his way to my mouth, licking in, grinding down as his tongue tangled with mine.
Lover again. My anger with him had fizzled like the torch at our side.
For now. He was an irksome dwarf. I found that appealing and irritating all at once.
“Mm, you taste like wild berries and nuts.”
“My spend is nutty,” I mumbled into his ear.
“Yeah, I recall. Mm, I think I want more of you on my tongue.” He kissed me passionately and began to move downward, hiking my shirt up to my chin to pluck and suck at my nipples.
I bowed upward, mad with want, as he slithered down.
He freed my cock from my breeches. My fingers dove into his wild hair, fisting it, steering him to my prick.
Not that he needed my guidance. He fell on my shaft with a grunt, taking the whole of me down his throat.
I yelped out in shock then pleasure, lifting my arse from the tunnel floor.
With a strong hand, he pressed down on my stomach, holding me to the ground.
Dirt, rocks, and crushed bone dug into my bare back as he began sucking me.
My cries echoed down the shaft. I tugged at his hair.
He cupped my bollocks. A flare of white-hot pleasure sparked off at the base of my spine as my cock swelled and spewed.
Asdren moaned in pleasure, swallowing greedily, my balls in his rough hand.
Fuzzy dots appeared behind my lids, like dandelion tufts, as I jerked and spasmed.
“Never tasted anything sweeter,” he purred after popping off. With a long lap, he cleaned off my cock and then moved over me, hands on either side of my head, to share the taste of my seed with me.
“You, you,” I panted while working on the laces of his breeches.
He sat back on his heels to allow me access.
Falling onto my belly, my chest now coated with grime, I pulled his cock free from his leather pants.
I wished I could see it better, but I could use my memory.
My tongue darted out to find the plump head freed of his foreskin, and a burst of salty precum exploded on my tongue.
With a hungry groan, I slid my lips over him and then down.
He bucked up slightly, hand carded into my hair, and eased back.
“Easy now, Chirp. No teeth.” He eased back up, feeding me more until I gagged.
He pulled out with a hiss and then gave me more.
I felt his cock swelling on my tongue as I sucked madly, elbows digging into gravel mixed with who knew what.
I cared not what was ground into my flesh.
All I longed for was his spend coating my mouth. “Fuck your mouth…”
He did just that for a moment then blew apart, hot seed filling my throat, leaking out around the corners of my mouth as he rocked in and out.
Sputtering softly, I eased off, spunk and spittle coating my chin.
His hand moved from my hair to my jaw, sliding under it to guide me to my knees and back to his mouth.
I fell into him…into the kiss…arms looping round his shoulders to get lost in his mane of ebony hair.
“Gods be damned,” he huffed when the kiss broke, his fingers still resting on my face.
“You got skills that go far beyond talking to ponies.” I blushed and buried my face into his neck, sniffing along his throat, eager to breathe in his scent.
“That was about as good as a suck off in a mine shaft gets.”
“Did you like it?” I asked, my lips roaming over an exposed collarbone, thick dark curls tickling my nose.
“Loved it, Chirp.” He placed a kiss to my ear, the tip that he liked so well, and then took my shoulders to move me back a space.
“Wish I could see you better. I like the way your white skin gets all pink from my whiskers. How your little nips stand up for me.” He found one and plucked it.
I squawked like a chicken, which made him snigger.
“Seems no matter how pissy we get with each other, you put us in a dark place, and we’re rutting like boars. ”
“Seems so,” I replied as I tried to view him in the dark. Just a vague outline was all even my keen eyes could pick up. “You hurt my feelings.”
He found my cheek to stroke it. “I know, I’m sorry for that. I got…well, I got up my own arse a little. You got some sort of hold on me that makes me run berserk. I know it. Tell me when I’m being a cantankerous prick next time.”
That I could do. I leaned in for another kiss. A timid one, soft as a pup’s ear, filled with tender emotions that I felt inside but could not express. Perhaps should not as he seemed eager to avoid such feelings.
“You two about done down there?! We’re trying to sleep, but it’s awful hard to do so when that elf is screaming his head off!”
Smuta’s voice rang down the tunnel. My face burned hot. Asdren chuckled before rubbing his wide nose against mine.
“Wench is jealous,” he whispered to me and then turned to shout something in Dwarvish over his shoulder. “Let’s get back to the camp. No more solo wanderings about, right? I’d hate for you to fall down a shaft and break your pretty neck.”
“I promise. No solo wanderings.” He patted my cheek and turned to exit.
I rose as well, as much as I could, and gave the end of the shaft an intense stare.
Now that I was not caught in the web of Asdren Grimmane, I could pick up the faint thrum once more.
I could not leave the beast to perish alone down here.
It was now just a matter of convincing the others to search for it. Whatever it was…