Chapter Nine #2
Euclid prepared him like that was half the fun, starting with a single slick finger that circled his hole teasingly before pushing gently in, working up steadily, torturously to two, and then to three.
Every thrust and crook and turn of his fingers was hot, skillful, addictive in its attentiveness.
By the time Euclid slicked his cock and pushed inside, Dipak had never wanted anything so desperately in his life.
His cock was hard again, exactly as Euclid had promised, and he could only moan and cling to Euclid for dear life as he was fucked in long, deep, steady strokes.
Sweat made Euclid's skin gleam, and his eyes were more brilliant than ever in the dimly lit room.
His hair stuck to his face, and more sweat dripped down his cheeks from his temple, his skin flushed from exertion.
Their combined heavy, panting breaths filled the room, punctuated by the slap of skin and Dipak's desperate pleading.
He had rarely had a lover he wanted to complain about, and plenty he was happy to praise, but he could not remember a time when he was fucked so well that he saw stars as he came.
Euclid growled again, the sound reverberating in his chest, and Dipak hazily felt teeth drag along his throat and bite down not quite painfully as Euclid sank into him one last time and came.
Several minutes passed before Euclid finally moved, gently pulled out of him, and heaved to his knees.
"I want badly to keep you here in my bed always, hunter.
I like you this way, wrung out with pleasure and yet greedy for more.
" He placed scattered kisses along his chest and throat and face.
"Would you like to soak in the hot water? "
"I would love that," Dipak said. "I cannot remember the last time I got to enjoy a soak in a genuine hot spring. Is that why you chose this section of caverns for your home?"
"One of them. There are many, many more hot springs throughout the area, including a couple that I would like to make available to residents at some point, but it would be quite the laborious undertaking, for me and the dwarves I would need to hire to do the work, and there are other projects that must take priority. "
"Like what?" Dipak asked, then groaned as Euclid pulled him to his feet. "I don't think I've ever been fucked quite that thoroughly."
Euclid made a derisive noise. "I cannot think too highly of your past paramours, then, for you are made for pleasure. You are a quiet hedonist, hunter, but a hedonist all the same."
Dipak's cheeks burned hot, but he didn't deny it.
After years of poverty and then war, which was too often a different flavor of poverty, he had enjoyed his money and the pleasure it could buy, the books and fine fabrics and jewels and especially the marvelous food that he didn't have to catch and butcher and cook himself.
Though now he was settled into that old life, he could not say he hated it, and it was easier to pick out the luxuries that truly mattered to him than simply picking all of them. He would trade them all away, though, to keep Euclid looking at him like he was something irreplaceable.
Holding him close, Euclid whisked them off to the bathing chamber they'd passed by at the very beginning. "Start washing. I'll be right back with towels and dressing robes."
Dipak gladly obeyed. The washing area was more involved than he had noted before, with piping for hot water and a place to discard used water. He'd just begun washing when Euclid returned, and they took it in turns to wash and rinse each other.
He groaned as they finally settled into the hot water, his well-used ass feeling the stinging heat acutely, but if Euclid had bent him over the edge and taken him again, he would not have even thought about complaining.
Instead they sat there in comfortable silence, enjoying the bubbling water and the strange mineral smell that could be unpleasant to some, but which Dipak had always found appealing.
The last hot spring he'd been to had possessed a predominantly metallic scent, but Euclid's had an almost green scent to them, he didn't know how else to describe it.
"This might be even better than a royal bath, and I enjoyed those immensely. "
Euclid preened in that charming way of his, though at this point Dipak found everything he did charming because he really was that ridiculous. "I've been doing luxury far longer than any king, so I'm glad I'm better at it."
Dipak laughed.
When they had soaked long enough, Euclid helped him into a dressing robe, an oddly sweet gesture when he required no help for something so simple.
He had a couple of dressing robes, though they were stored away behind the waterfall as he had little use for them anymore.
This one was much finer than his, soft velvet lined with even softer wool, impervious to even the coldest draft as they returned to the front room.
Euclid put the kettle on the stove and sat down—then dragged Dipak to the floor and traced those delicate fingers over his mouth, eyes burning like banked coals.
Dipak didn't wait for him to ask, simply bent happily to his task, and this time his eyes watered as Euclid gently fucked his face, fingers tight in his hair, hitching, gasping breaths filling the room.
Dipak groaned in time with him as he spilled, and his throat was sore when he pulled away and wiped his mouth with the kerchief that Euclid handed him.
"You are wickedly good at that."
Cheeks still hot, Dipak said, "I like using my mouth, and everyone else seems to like when I do it, so I've had lots of practice."
"Come here." Euclid pulled him up, tossing away his robe and dragging him into his lap to kiss him thoroughly.
Dipak was not up to coming a third time, but that didn't stop Euclid from slipping those long, deft fingers into his ass and coaxing another climax from him anyway, leaving Dipak wrung out and exhausted to his bones in the best possible way.
He was pretty certain they were supposed to be drinking tea or something, but all he really remembered was the beat of Euclid's heart against his ear as he was arranged on the sofa and encouraged to go to sleep.