Chapter Seven #3
“Things grew tense between the queen and me. The eels were delicious.” I captured his mouth, losing myself in the warm heat as I ground my cock against his.
He clawed at my arms, arching his back as he whimpered into my mouth.
His body convulsed under me, his cock spewing, coating our bellies with spend.
Dull nails dug into my forearms. I licked into his mouth then slithered downward, smearing his seed over my chest until I found his pulsing cock with my lips.
I sucked the head into my mouth, pleased to hear him cry my name.
“Coelum, ah, by the…yes, yes!” His cries were music to my ears.
I was rewarded with a spurt of salty seed.
He grasped my head, his fingers balling in my hair.
My own cock was eager for release, but that would not take place now.
My pinnacle would arrive with me buried in his sweet, creamy arse.
I lapped at his prick, cleaning my spit and his cum from the softening shaft then licking my way back to his mouth.
He was a sight: cheeks flushed, eyes closed, chest heaving.
I placed my lips on his. He slowly threw an arm around my shoulder as a shudder ran over him.
“Divinity,” he whispered when I sat back on my haunches.
“I am sorry I spent so quickly, it has been ages.”
“No need for regret. You’ll spend again at least once before I leave your bed,” I said.
He linked his heels around my back. With a growl, I rubbed my cockhead against his hole and balls, eager to bury myself in him but knowing he would need some preparation.
We kissed, petted, and rolled about his bed, his lips addicting.
“Let me take you in my mouth,” he asked when he had me on my back, his arse resting on my throbbing cock. I thumbed some lank hair from my cheek and shook my head. “Surely you are in discomfort.”
“Not for long,” I teased as a log cracked in the hearth. I flipped him onto his back, his head at the foot of the bed, and wet my middle finger. “My discomfort will ease once I’m inside you. Would you like me to spend in you?”
“Yes, I would like that greatly.” He fisted my hair tightly to lead my mouth to his.
With a probing touch, I slid my finger under his stones.
His knees fell open. Hotter than the flames dancing to our left, I found his furl, teased the edges for a moment, and sank my finger into his depths.
He purred, arching like the spotted cat I’d met earlier. “Oils. I have oils on the nightstand.”
“One moment. Do not move.”
“I have no plans on moving from this bed until the noonday meal on the morrow,” he assured me with a sinful smile that went right to my balls.
Perhaps it would be nice to linger in this prestigious bed with him.
The thought startled me slightly. I swatted it away as one does a blowfly.
I did not linger in bed with lovers. We shared our bodies, laughed and came, and then I wished them well in life.
I was not a man to be tied down to one person.
The sea was my spouse. As banal as that saying was, it was true nonetheless.
A willing arse—or four—in each port made for a happy privateer.
“The court will miss you,” I teased, sitting back on my haunches to find and then uncork the small bottle with my teeth. I spat the cork to the floor. He chuckled. A warm, tender sound.
“The court barely notices me,” he replied, his eyes widening slightly as I coated my hand with slippery lavender oil. “You do not plan to use your entire hand, surely.”
“Nay, not the first time,” I replied with a wink. The tension around his mouth eased as a smile replaced it. “I will need plenty for your hole and my cock if this meaty monster is to glide up your rump with ease.”
He hummed and let his eyes drift shut as I knee-walked back between his spread legs and cupped his stones in my left hand.
Rolling them gently, I found his hole. His humming paused as I slid two fingers inside him.
I tucked a pillow under him. His thighs shook gently and then relaxed.
I bent down to kiss his tacky belly, enjoying the roll of his abdomen as I hooked my fingers to find that magical masculine spot.
“Ah, yes, that is…divine!”
“You using the words divinity paired with a dirty pirate will surely bring you a firm scolding from the exalted cloisterer,” I whispered, watching the skin on his chest turn pink as I massaged him expertly.
His cock, flaccid just a few moments ago, was thick and firm now. What a stunning sight he was.
“Fuck him and his talking,” he barked out, his voice thick with passion. “You are beatific, a gift from Ihdos himself, bestowed on a lonely man who has served his king and his kingdom…well. Ah, ah, that is…I am close again!”
He was trembling now, on the precipice, so I eased my fingers out and took hold of my slick cock. He tucked his legs into his chest, his hole glistening in the firelight. I gave his furl a few pats with my prick, rubbing the edges, squeezing his ballocks. His eyes peeled open as I moved closer.
“It has been a long time,” he reminded me.
“I’ll go slow. You’ll sail to the stars again, Le’ral,” I gently promised him and pushed my cockhead into him.
“Breathe, yes, yes, easy now.” His face constricted, his prick flagging, as he breathed through the initial breach.
Then, once past the tightness, the going was easier.
His jaw relaxed slightly. “The burn will cease. Tell me if you wish me to stop. At any time. I will stop,” I vowed, my sight locked on him as I moved forward, pressing my chest into his shins.
This man had suffered enough for one lifetime. I would not add to his pain.
“Stopping is not…no, just ease into our lovemaking,” he whispered, sweat beading on his brow as I eased in more and more and then found myself wrapped fully in tight heat. My stones were tight already. He wasn’t the only one who would fire off quickly tonight.
I pulled out, paused, and waited. He reached for me, took my hips, and pulled me back in. His eyes met mine. “I await that trip to the moons.”
I coughed out a terse laugh, my stones on the verge of emptying.
“Hold me tightly then.” I bent down low, pushing him into the pillow as I arched over him to steal a kiss before I began rocking in and out.
He gripped his prick tightly. His body tightened around me with each of my thrusts.
Unable to slow myself—and truly not wishing to—I picked up the pace.
He never once balked or winced. His body, long denied, took all I had to give him.
And more. Soon the rails of the bed were slamming into the stone walls.
Le’ral held on tightly, his cock slapping up and down, round and round, as I ensured I hit that ball of nerves inside over and over.
I wanted to cry out something meaningful as the white explosion of pleasure rocketed up my spine, but all that fell from me was his name.
“Le’ral…” I growled as I pushed in one final time, deeper than before, my cock kicking.
Seed flowed out of me, out of him, onto the pretty velvet covering.
Stars and comets surrounded me. I heard him whisper something, his strained voice floating through the heavens to tug me back to Avolire.
His smile was tender for a moment, then his face shifted into a mask of pleasure as he stroked himself over the edge.
Balanced on my toes and hands, I watched as he flew skyward.
It was the most glorious thing I had ever seen.
His back contracted, his eyes fluttered closed, and his beautiful cock spurt time and again. “Fuck, you are divine as well.”
“Prayers of contrition…for…you as well…Captain,” he huffed as he cracked one eye open and then the other, his body bent in half, knees shoved under his chin.
“I pray only…to the sea witches…and your incredible…arse,” I replied, easing back so he could breathe easier.
His hands fell to the bed as I knelt there watching my seed leak from his hole.
“Glorious,” I whispered as he rolled off the pillow to his side with a small hiss.
I kicked the pillow to the floor to move up behind him, my chest to his damp back.
He moved back into my hold with a contented little sound like a sleepy kitten.
The fire crackled, a sharp flare of sap from a green log easing into our slowing pants.
I kissed his shoulder then the nape of his neck, unsure of what to say to him now the fucking was over.
His stomach growled. Loudly and with such vibration that the hand I had resting on his belly trembled. I laughed. And so did he.
“You should have eaten the cake I brought you,” I playfully chided and nipped the sharp, pointed tip of his ear. A gentle sound of agreement flowed from him.
“I am too weak to leave the bed to fetch it,” he confessed.
“Then I shall play servant for you, Grand Advisor.” With a soft tug on his ear, I forced myself to leave his side.
The room was clouded with the smells of lavender oil, woodsmoke, and sex.
A rather pleasant aroma, if I do say so myself.
I took a moment to admire his ass and long legs before darting out to get his cake.
Several ravens sat on the rail of his patio.
I padded back into his sleeping chamber.
He’d not moved. I walked around the bed, peeking through my knotted hair to see that he was awake, just silent.
His gaze met mine. A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.
I took a fast moment to wash my hands at the basin before picking up the dish once more.
“I brought your cake.”
He moved to his back. I shimmied onto the bed on my knees, dish balanced in my hand and sat on his pelvis. His soft cock nestled under my stones.