Chapter Twelve #2
I blinked at the offhand comment. “Sorry, I am…eager,” I coughed out.
He nodded, bent to place his pipe in the bowl, and then sat back as if he were at the theater watching a show about to start.
Perhaps in some way he was. Fingers trembling, I managed to free myself from my leather armor, letting it fall to the floor around me.
His breathing was slow, mine fast, as I tugged my undershirt over my head.
“Very good. Now your breeches.” He leaned up slightly as I fumbled about with the ties, yanking at a knot violently until the lace snapped off. “Easy, lad.” I threw him a glare. “Sorry. Easy, elf grown.”
A nervous smile pulled at my lips. I eased my breeches and then the linen breeks under them, stepping out of the pile of dirty clothing, bared to his hungry eyes. My cock was hard as a pillar, leaking, the slick head peeking out of the foreskin.
“Now wash. Soap up your arse good and your tight little balls.” I nodded and padded to the washbasin.
A cloth hung over the side, wet, dripping onto the tabletop.
A sheen of soap scum floated atop the water, but I cared not.
I shoved the rag into the cold water, lathered up the soap—wincing at the burn from the small scrapes on my fingers I had gotten pushing my way through brambles.
“Turn to face me. That’s it. By the shale, you are the loveliest thing I have ever seen. ”
I had never felt so out of place or so aroused. Fearful of shooting off if I even touched my aching cock, I washed everything but my shaft with speed. “Wash your cock as well.”
“If I touch myself…” I stammered, holding a wet, soapy rag.
“Then we shall simply get you hard again. Wash. Your. Sweet. Cock.” His eyes were lit with desire as he observed me taking myself in hand. A moan escaped as my fingers fisted my prick. “Damn, you are a sight. Get yourself off if you want. We got all—”
“No, I…would rather you bring me over,” I whispered. He grunted, his nostrils flaring as he rose. The front of his underdrawers was tented. I wet my lips as he neared. He held out his hand for the wash rag. Gently, shakily, I dropped it into his palm.
“Such a sight you are, darling. Cheeks flushed, cock hard as a pick handle, lips begging to be plundered.” The touch of the cool rag on my hot prick made me gasp then moan in delight as he wrapped his fingers and the rag around my cock.
A shudder ran through me that he could not miss seeing. “Look down at me.”
I met his gaze as the rag fell to the floor with a soft splat. “What do you want from me on this night?”
“Everything,” I managed to say before I bent down to press my lips to his.
His response was a deep, low growl as his arms went around me.
His tongue slid between my lips, the tickle of his facial hair adding to the intensity.
He tasted of tobacco, ale, and slightly of butter.
He grabbed me around the middle, strong hands on my hips, and then hoisted me onto his shoulder.
“What is this?!” I yelped as he waddled me over to the bed, my toes bouncing off the floor as he walked.
The imagery of this sturdy dwarf carrying an elf over his shoulder like a bag of turnips made me giggle.
With a huff, he threw me onto the mattress.
I bounced just once, sending straw dust into the air.
“You are a foolish dwarf.” I laughed and got a saucy smile from him as he dropped his pants to his ankles and stepped free of them.
My eyes roamed over his burly, stout form.
So much hair. So many thick muscles. So glorious a cock.
The silliness I had felt burned off like fog.
“Will you spank me?” He gave me a befuddled look.
“You said you would do so for my disobedience in going off into that cavern where Jaculi was found.”
“That what you want?” His sight moved over me spread out on the bed. My cock twitched at the intensity of his stare.
“I do…mayhap? I do not…perhaps? It arouses me to think of it.” The confession was heartfelt. “I would try it.” I moved onto my stomach, face buried in a pillow of old goose down and straw that crunched with old age under my head. “Do with my arse as you wish.”
He mumbled something in Dwarvish. Eyes closed, nose buried in the lone pillow, I waited for him to deliver a stinging blow to my backside.
The rough blanket felt good on my cock pinned between myself and the bed, so I rocked my hips as he moved around the room.
I was tempted to peek to see what he was doing but remained as I was.
The bed sagged behind me. I sucked in a sharp breath as I had learned to do when my grandmother would paddle me.
A hand rested on my cheek, softly though, no harsh smack.
A gentle caress. A tickle as one finger began to move across my buttock as if he were writing or drawing.
My balls drew up when that finger slithered down the crack of my ass.
“Connecting the dots,” he told me in a voice so deep and thick that a soft groan burbled out of me. “So many freckles on such snowy white skin. I can’t bring myself to mar your flesh with my hand, but I think I could leave a different mark on it…”
He bent over me, stiff cock resting under my balls, and began dropping small kisses to my back in erratic patterns.
“First, I need to kiss every fucking freckle on your body.” And with a growl, he did just that.
Twenty kisses. Fifty. A hundred. His lips roamed over my back, shoulders, and down my sides, coming back finally to my spine.
“I’ll get the front later.” He nipped at the nape of my neck then licked a hot, wet path down my spine.
His fingers glided along my ribs to my ass, digging into the taut orbs to spread them wide.
I gasped at the rush of moist breath over my hole, then it was gone.
He nibbled at my buttock then began suckling on it, loudly, making me wriggle and moan as he left one mark then another, and then moved to the other cheek to suck another love mark.
Yes, it made me wince, and yes, I loved it.
“Asdren…” I moaned as I rolled my head to the right.
“Right here, Vol’ka Dor. Tell me what you want, sweetling.” He tongued his way to my hole. Words fell out of me. Senseless things and primal, soft squeals of pleasure.
“That…that…I want that,” I begged while slowly grinding down into the bed.
“Then place your hands on your arse. Spread yourself wide for me.” His breath feathered over my opening like a warm breeze.
Not that I normally exposed my hole to the elements, but…
who cared. I hurried to do as he bid, grabbing my cheeks with shaking hands.
“What a sweet hole you got. I’m going to tongue you open, then give you some fingers, three fat ones to open you even more, and when you’re slavering like a dog at the butcher’s back door, I’m going to slip my cock into you so deep and so well that you’ll not forget you were fucked by a dwarf.
” He dropped down to his belly with a huff and placed a kiss on my hole.
“I’ll not hurt you, Chirp. I vow on my very own life that this joining will ride with you for all your days. ”
It all sounded too glorious, so I whimpered a meager whimper while tugging my ass cheeks wider.
He buried his face in my ass, grabbing my dangling cock and balls in one rough hand.
I rounded my back, lowered it, and then lost all reasonable thought as his tongue worked into me and out, wet sounds and rough pants filling the room as he began to take me apart.
No one had ever done this to me. None had ever offered.
The other men I had played about with were all about me on my knees or them on theirs.
Aside from that one who had been uncaring of anything except his own rapid release.
“Yes, I want that so much,” I panted out, my fingers slipping from my arse.
Asdren took over, pushing his face deeper as he opened me up.
Hips in the air, face on the bed, he worked a finger in, then two, crooking them to find that magical spot inside that made the cosmos erupt behind my eyelids.
“Yes, more…more…make me remember this night.”
Spittle ran down my balls from his feast on my ass.
I loved it, every second of the wetness and the deep growls as he worked me open.
I loved the touch of his hand on my thigh, the brush of his stiff cock against my calf.
I loved the burst of stars each rub of his fingers deep within me brought forth.
I loved this so much. I loved him. I did not want to leave him behind.
“More, more, fuck me now. Please, please, Asdren…” Begging was not in the least as shameful as it should be. I would grovel for his cock, for the taste of his mouth, for the tickle of his beard skimming my ass as he got to his knees behind me. “Yes, yes, now. Please, now, I am…so close…so close.”
“Easy now, easy.” He rubbed my back as he fumbled about with crockery.
The aroma of that old butter filled my nose and mouth as I worked to calm my breath.
“This will ease the way. You are the most beautiful thing that has ever come into my life.” He was huffing now, his fingers leaving my body to dip into the butter crock.
I lifted my hips higher, eager for his prick.
He toyed with the edges of my furl until I fell into begging for his cock yet again.
Then the bed shifted. The fat head of his cock nestled against my slippery hole. “Bear down as I push in.”
He pressed in. My body tensed. “Easy, easy, breathe, Chirp. Breathe and bear down. Yes, yes, ah yes, that is it.” His cock slid past a tight ring of resistance, then he rested there, barely inside me, allowing me to adjust. “Good lad, good lad.”
“Not a lad,” I ground out as my hole stretched wide to accept his fat cock.