Chapter Fifteen #2
“I missed you. All of you. All of this. Everything. Please fill me!”
“Pushiest little elfling I ever knew,” he grumbled and eased his fingers out and his fat cock in.
“In the Stonefather’s name, there ain’t nothing like sinking into you, Vol’ka Dor.
” Unable to speak for the burn of his possession, I moaned softly, pulling in slow breaths as my channel stretched to accommodate him.
Glorious, even with the hot sting, him buried inside me was everything.
Crown of my head now resting on the wall, I watched as drops of seed leaked from my cock onto the damp floor.
“This is us. This is all us, and no matter where you run off to, I will find you because this is where I belong.”
“Yes, us, all us. I’m so sorry for…ungh…goddess.” He began to move slowly for just a moment then with hard, sharp jabs of his pelvis that stole my breath. “Yes, this is us. Love it…love you…sorry.”
“No need for sorry, Vol’ka Dor,” he groaned, kneading my buttocks as he rocked in and out of me. I cried out in pleasure. “You like that?”
“Love it…more…I need to…”
“Spend for me then, coat the floor and wall.” I came so hard my knees buckled.
He linked an arm around my middle to keep me upright, grabbing my cock as he fucked me through my orgasm, his fat cockhead spearing that mystical knot inside over and over and over until I could take no more.
Then he yanked me back onto his prick, and with a low snarl, pumped his spend into me.
Fingernails grating over the stone wall, I begged him for it all.
And all was what he gave me. Seed leaked out of me.
Asdren held my hips, keeping me joined with him like two knotted dogs for several moments as he rubbed my back.
“You still with me?” he gruffly asked when our breaths were calmer.
“Yes, just…” I had no words to describe what I was feeling other than sore and spent. “Yes, I am with you. Always.”
He dropped a kiss to my spine and eased out, the stool creaking as he moved it aside and stepped in front of me. I went to my knees, unable to stand, and he captured my face in his war-torn hands. I gazed up at him, arms at my sides, ass slick with spend and oil.
“Always means always, Chirp. For me, it means forever.” Dark blue eyes searched mine. “If you make that pledge to me, know that it means until you lay me in the stone, you’re mine and I’m yours. No more gadding off like a fucking lightskirt alone.”
“I know no other way to be, Asdren,” I meekly confessed, shame over my upbringing, my heritage, my stupidity all rising up to choke me.
“You will. Your days of being alone in the world are over the moment you tell me you wish to be mine and mine alone.”
I found empathy and devotion in his eyes. Acceptance. Of me, my faults, my red hair, my freckles. He accepted all of me as I was, and I loved him for that. So very much it made me weepy. He thumbed away a tear.
“I wish to be yours alone forever,” I whispered then closed my eyes for a kiss that arrived with the gentleness of a moth alighting on my lips.
It amazed me how a soul who had been a soldier and a sellsword could still have such a gentle manner.
He tasted my mouth a dozen times, tender swipes of his tongue over mine, before pulling back slightly.
“Then so you shall be. Now, up off your knees. You need bathed and there is much to speak about.” His sight stayed on me as I eased off the floor with a wince.
“Come along.” His fingers curled around my hand.
To the primrose pool we went, easing into the hot, bubbling water with care.
Seated at my side, beaded beard floating atop the oily water, he picked up the soap I’d left lying when I’d stalked off. “Slide down.”
“I am not a Sable Legionnaire,” I mumbled.
“Just slide down a bit, you gangly bidget,” he countered, so I did as asked, smiling to myself over his calling me a bidget.
I adored the small, rusty red birds that flitted from evergreen to evergreen with short, sharp tweets.
I watched as he moved closer, rising to his knees to begin soaping my head.
“Fucking crime what you done to that pretty hair of yours. I’d like to see it grown to your arse so I could spend my nights brushing it out then spreading it over my pillow before I plow your sweet arse. ”
“Commoners are forbidden to grow their hair long,” I reminded him as I began to fiddle with his wet beard, rolling the blue beads between my fingers as he soaped my scalp and lovingly soaped my face with his fingertips.
“You elves got dumb laws,” he muttered then dunked me under the water without warning. I came up, sputtering, ready to lash out when his smile dulled the urge to retaliate. Instead, I shook the droplets from my face and placed my arm into his waiting hand.
“Agreed,” I replied as he began washing my hand, soapy fingers gliding between soapy fingers before his hand slid up to clean my forearm then my biceps. “You said we had much to discuss.”
“Aye, that we do, but perhaps later. I’m enjoying this too much to bring the outside world in right now.”
That seemed true and right, so I let him bathe me, giving over an arm then a leg then another leg. Rising up out of heated water to let him soap my back, my arse, and my irritated hole.
“Now you,” I said when I’d been rinsed off with warm water, his ministrations those of a lady’s maid for the queen.
He nodded. I plucked the soap from his hand to start with his beard.
He seemed content to sit back as I played lady’s maid.
“Rumor has it that Lady Merrilyn often bathes the queen, sometimes spending a whole afternoon in the bathing chamber with our lovely Queen Raewyn. Now I understand. Washing off had always been something that was forced on me as a boy when the stink got so bad even my grandmother could bear it no longer. Once I had matured, I came to understand that sexual partners disliked body odor, so I would bathe in streams and ponds and crush pine needles in my hand. The aroma was clean yet natural, so the beasts of the woods would not scent me so easily.”
“I like you clean. The dirt hides your dots.”
I smiled softly while rubbing soap into the length of his beard. “It was intended to. My hair and freckles were too obvious.”
“Mm, true, but those red locks were so pretty seems a crime what you did to them.” He closed his eyes so I could move to his hair.
Kneeling at his side, I doused and soaped liberally then gave him a gentle shove to get his head under the water.
When he came up out of the pool, I stole a kiss from his wet lips.
“I do like your kisses. Tell me where were you sleeping while you were here. Did you find lodging?”
“In the streets.” He frowned deeply. “It was part of my disguise. No one pays mind to paupers, and I was trying to get information.”
“Information about what?” I pressed my lips together. Asdren sighed a bone-weary sigh. “Look, I know you’re working on the sly here, seeking out this Cadere elf. I did my time in the ranks where secrecy was key to mission success.”
“What did you do in the military?”
“Nice try. You and them pretty eyes ain’t diverting me again. My point was that I understand the need for discretion. I also know my knowledge of these pirates is greater than yours. Sellswords and privateers brush elbows from time to time. I’d like to help you out if you’ll let me.”
I took a few moments to think over that offer. Trust did not come easily for me, but I felt I could confide in Asdren wholly.
“You know my mission as well as I do,” I said around a sigh.
“I’ve gently asked about the Cadere elf but have met nothing but rebukes and threats of knives in my gullet,” I passed along, lifting a strong arm from the bath to begin soaping it and then his broad chest. I’d never seen a man so furry.
It made my cock twitch just running my fingers through the hair on his chest. “It seems no one in this town knows the name.”
“They know they just ain’t talking.”
I glanced up from his muscular biceps to find his keen eyes on me. “You know this how?”
“Because we all know of him, we just know better than to talk about him on the streets.”
I sat back on my heels, his arm resting in my soapy hands, the blurb of hot water bubbling in various pools filling the steamy area.
“Do you know him?” I chanced to ask.
“Know of him. Know the name for sure. Also heard the whispered false names they toss about when confronted by the Navy. Well, guess it’s not a name so much as a moniker that the founder of Quinn’s Quay, Quinn Cadere, went by a few hundred years ago.
Each male in the line uses that pseudonym as their own.
So you may want to keep that pointy ear to the ground for the name of Lawful Larry to be dropped. ”
That was a rightfully silly name.
“What is that? A sue-do-nim?” I asked.
“It’s a name someone makes up for themselves. Like bards, actors, and other artists do.”
“Ah, I see.” My father and his bandits rarely used their real names.
I nudged him to rise so I could wash his legs and cock.
He spread his stout legs wide so I could run the bar of soap along his hole and stones, then lather his cock.
“So you know where to find this Larry then?” I gave his flaccid cock a gentle tug to indicate he should sit. “I love your prick.”
“It’s terribly fond of you too, Chirp.” His lower half, and most of his upper, slid back into the pool.
I found a bottle of primrose oil by the rim of the stone tub, so I began to massage it into his hair and beard, for lye soap was harsh on hair as well as skin.
He purred just as Jaculi does when having the scales on his belly petted.
“I might. He’s the son of the captain of the Cloud’s Shame.
Not sure when that’s coming into port, but—”
“It is set to dock soon.” His bright blue eyes opened sluggishly, thick brows knotting. “I have heard people talking.”
“So these darling ears are for more than just decoration.” He reached up to caress the tip of my left ear.
He stared at the earring from Click in my lobe then eased out of the tub to rummage in his trousers lying right where he had left them.
I watched with interest, tossing the soap aside, enjoying the way his arse bunched then relaxed when he walked.
After fishing about in his pants, he returned to the tub, his right hand clenched.
“I got something for you. Meant to give it to you that night you run off like I was a case of crabs.”
“I am sorry. I will do better.”
“I know. I got some pained feeling about it but those will fade with time. Most hurts do. I bought this for you.” He held his fisted hand out.
I placed my open one under his. An earring of gold with a deep green stone fell into my palm.
I gasped and stared at him as he watched me intently.
“It’s forest garnet. You seen it at the jeweler’s stall and said it reminded you of your grandmother’s eyes.
It glows just like yours I said and got one of them sweet blushes.
Would you wear it as a symbol of my affection for you? ”
“Yes, yes, I will wear it forever until you pass over.”
His smile was brilliant. “Good, good. Just don’t hang me in no tree like a gutted deer. Put me in the stone like a good and proper dwarf should be placed.”
“I will. I promise. Will you help me with it?” I handed the gift back to him and turned my head to offer him my ear. “The one that is there is from Click. Push that one through next to it.”
“That’ll hurt, Chirp.”
“So did your cock in my arse but you pushed that in just the same.” He chuckled and pressed a kiss to my cheek.
“Aye, that I did.” I turned to look at him. “I love you, elf.”
“And I love you, dwarf. Now, put that into my ear.”
He did. With a hard shove that brought tears to my eyes.
He kissed each tear away. The burn faded after a moment, but the love I had for him would endure.
Much like his beloved stone and my holy woodlands.
Love was eternal, elemental, and effervescent.
Or perhaps that was just how being held in Asdren’s arms made me feel.
“It’s bleeding a bit. Let me find some astringent before it festers into—” His words were cut short by a thumping on the door. “Bugger off. The bathhouse is closed for the night!”
“Sergeant Major, I brought you a message of upmost impertinence!” What sounded like a small boy shouted under the crack of the door.
“Gods of the stone, it’s fucking Pommy. Probably carrying a note from my cousin bitching about us costing her money. Sit there for once. No sneaking off while I get the missive.”
“I will not sneak off.” It was a solemn vow.
I ogled his arse after he climbed from the bath.
With a mutter, he tugged on his trousers, laced them up, and slapped to the door.
Opening it with a growl, the boy squeaked like a field mouse, tossed the note to Asdren and sped off into the night.
Asdren read the front, closing the door with his hip, before turning to me.
“Got your name on it.”
My brow furrowed. No one would communicate with me in written form.
“That is most odd.” He padded over to the pool to hand off the note.
Eyeing it with suspicion, I opened the paper that had been neatly folded into an envelope.
The handwriting was slanted heavily to the right. Bold, no flourishes, simple.
Meet Lawful Larry at the Violin. Midnight. Come alone. Info on Cadere for coin.
I handed it off to Asdren, who read it, frowned, and met my curious look.
“Your days of wandering off into danger alone are done. Get your pants on. We’re going to the Violin and no back sass,” he stated with authority.
I rather loved that bossy tone of his, but I would never tell him.