Chapter Twelve #3
“Sorry, right, good elf then. Very good elf. Best elf on this fucking continent.” He eased in further, then further still, kneading my ass as he worked himself inside me.
It burned. His possession made my channel ache, yet I craved more.
I rocked back to ease more of him inside me.
He gave my ass cheek a slap. The sting took my mind off his first full thrust. “You’re being greedy, Chirp. ”
“I need more.” He moaned roughly when I tightened around his cock. “I want to feel you inside me for days. Days and nights. Forever…”
“So be it, my Vol’ka Dor.” He eased out and drove back in with a thrust that robbed me of my senses and my breath.
Aching, needy, on the verge of orgasm, I arched my back to get him deeper.
And deeper he went. The slap of sweaty skin mixed with mumbled words and throaty grunts as he grabbed my hips.
With a yank, I was impaled on his prick.
The spurt of hot cum inside me sent me over.
No touch required from my lover, my cock pulsed, spewing seed over the dirty coverlet as Asdren filled me.
My mind left me for a moment, my thoughts scattered to the winds, riding the currents like pink and white butterfly kaleidoscopes during their mass migration south to the coast. There I lingered, shuddering still, spend oozing from me, until my legs gave out.
We slid to the bed, him tight to my back, his cock kicking.
He lay there atop me for a long moment in time, dropping soft kisses to my shoulder before easing out of me.
His cock left a wet path over my tender ass cheek.
“By the shale,” he gasped, falling down into the bed beside me, his thick arm lying over my heaving back, one sturdy leg tossed over my thigh. “If I die…here and now…I go a happy dwarf.”
I moved to my side with great care to ogle at his proud profile.
“Do not die,” I whispered, reaching out to pluck at one of the remaining blue beads in his thick beard.
Several had been lost over our time spent in the mines.
How I wished I had something to give him to remind him of me when I was gone.
His leg and arm stayed resting on me, heavy, yes, but perfectly weighted to keep me beside him.
He glanced my way, blue eyes hooded with spent passion.
“We all die, Chirp. Some sooner than others.”
“I know, I just…I would be saddened at your passing.”
“And I at yours.” He tugged me to his side, his chest a fine, firm pillow for my cheek. “I don’t reckon either of us will expire this night, so cast that worry from your head. Rest here with me for the night, sweetling. We can talk more of life and death when the dawn warms the tundra.”
I moved closer, lifting my head for a kiss that he gave me without reservation. Deep, long, and searing, his lips moved over mine as our hearts slowed and our bodies cooled.
I buried my face into his chest, committing the way the pelt on his chest felt on my heated cheek.
I lay there for what seemed ages until his soft snores told me he was slumbering.
Aching in ways both mental and physical, I drifted off, dreaming of flying among the clouds.
I came awake to the rattle of a raven nearby.
Sitting up slowly, tender in intimate places, I glanced at the dirty window.
Dawn was nigh, the black of night slowly giving way to the first touch of salmon.
I ran a hand over Asdren’s meaty biceps before bending to kiss his shoulder.
He never twitched or made a sound. He slept like a hibernating bear.
Looking down on him, I gently unbraided one of the thin plaits in his beard to remove a blue bead. A memento of us.
Easing out from under him, I covered him with the ratty blanket and washed his dried seed from betwixt my thighs.
Jaculi still rested by the hearth, silent, his eyes locked on me as I dressed and gathered my saddlebags, bow, and quiver.
I placed the bead in my coin pouch and dug about a bit until I uncovered the sparkling green gemstone.
My sight darted to the dragonling by the dying fire.
May I give this to him?
Jaculi remained in a tight ball as he regarded me.
It is mine. The start of my horde. A value beyond measure. What need of it does a dwarf have?
He has no need. It is a gift. To remember me by.
I suspect he will not forget you.
I am not so sure. May I give it to him? I will find you another gem to replace it.
Two. Two green gems.
Yes, then two gems.
Then you may gift it to him.
Thank you.
You are welcome, Wyrmwarden.
I knew not what to say to that title, so I said nothing.
Stepping lightly, I moved to the bed where Asdren slept to place the green gemstone on the pillow beside his head.
There was no paper or quill, no ink, anywhere in this room, so leaving an explanation was impossible.
I doubted I could pen a missive well enough to express how deeply I cared for him, how much it hurt to leave him behind, and how torn I was between staying with him or fulfilling my duty to my king and my country.
I dragged in a shaky breath then turned to see Jaculi at the window.
I freed him then gathered my gear, taking a final moment at the door to look upon the stout, gruff, loving dwarf who had delved so deeply into my heart.
“I may ride off, but my heart lingers here with you,” I whispered, hoping it was literate enough for a learned male, before slipping out of the room into a cold, lonely new day.