19 #3
“Oh, come now, warrioress, you do want to see it.” He was unbuttoning his trousers. “You have wanted to see it for a long time.”
“I have,” she said, smiling at him, her gaze honing in on his crotch. “Probably since Renegahan.”
“That long?” This surprised him. “I thought you hated me back then.”
“One can hate a man and still want to see his cock, you know?”
He laughed, really laughed, deep and long laugh and the laughter stirred the root of him, and when he showed himself to her he felt that sort of intensity of having been very aroused for a very long time, that sweet ache of it. He grunted.
She beckoned. “Bring it up here.”
He laughed again, shedding his trousers entirely and then climbing up the bed and presenting his very erect cock to her where she lay there.
She took it in one of her hands, gentle but firm. Her grip was assessing.
“Well?” he said. “Do you find it acceptable?”
“It really is this big,” she said with a sigh. “I don’t know what I thought. I thought that elves would have very thin little graceful cocks or something.”
“Right,” he said faintly. “You’ve only been with orcs.” If he hadn’t been so hard for so long, he might have deflated. How could he not have thought this through? How could he have been so blindly self-confident as to not realize she would likely find him lacking in that way?
“No, no, Iahir, you are very well endowed.”
He’d heard this, actually, but he thought the women he was paying were probably lying to him.
“It’s really something,” she said. “There you are, all elfin and willowy and, well, beautiful, and then there’s this log of a thing sticking out of you, and…” She squeezed him.
He grunted. “Would you mind doing that again?” She thought he was beautiful? He didn’t mind that at all, he had to say.
“Do you want to put it inside me?” she said.
“Oh, I mean, if you don’t mind.”
She giggled again. “You’ll have to undress me the rest of the way. I am unable to move from the bed, I’m afraid.”
“I can absolutely do that,” he said and he started unlacing her breeches.
She reached out and ran her fingers through his hair. “You’re so blond, you know.”
“I do. I am aware,” he said, tugging on her, baring her to him. There was the juncture of her thighs, a little tidy triangle covered in dark curls. He bent down, not really thinking, and kissed her there.
She giggled again. “Oh, no, you don’t have to do that. I know you don’t.”
“I think, with you…”
“You want to fuck me, don’t you, Iahir?” she teased. “I know you do.”
He did. He pulled her breeches the rest of the way off.
She parted her thighs and reached down for him. She fisted his cock and she squeeze-stroked it in a way that made his eyes roll back in his head.
He panted.
“You won’t come in me,” she said.
“No, no, of course not,” he wheezed. He actually…
there was… in his pockets somewhere, he always had it, the little sheath he used, but it was made of pig intestine, which really sort of dampened the entire mood to think about really, and it didn’t feel as good, but he usually used it to prevent pregnancy, and for some protection against diseases, most of which weren’t that serious, but the vrel disease could make one blind and sterile and—
He should really insist. He’d been with a number of women, women who fucked men for a living, and he should be careful with Gathren, and—
“I have something,” he managed. “A, um, a sheath for—”
“Oh,” she said. “Yes, I’ve seen those. If you want to…”
“It’s only that I… if I gave you something—”
“Is this log of a cock diseased, my lord?”
“I don’t think so,” he said. “But I… you’re…” Fuck. Now, he was deflating. Not all the way, but he was losing length and stiffness.
She noticed. “I’m sorry. Did I…?” She tried to rub him stiffer.
But he extricated her hand and he lay down next to her on the bed and he gasped as he felt his erection entirely soften. “Fuck,” he breathed.
She sat up. “What?”
“Let’s sleep,” he said, shaking his head. “Let’s just sleep.”
“No, I did something,” she said. “You were… what did I do?”
“You did nothing,” he said. “You… I only… I don’t think I should be allowed to do this with you. You deserve better than…”
“You teased my nipples for hours,” she said.
“It wasn’t hours.”
“I thought I was going to have an orgasm just from your fingers and mouth there. I’ve never felt anything like that. I’ve never been with a man who seemed particularly interested in pleasing me. They have all been selfish—”
“Oh, trust me, I was being very selfish with your breasts. That was… They are spectacular.” He looked at them again, sighing.
“You deserve me, is all I’m saying.”
He rolled over onto his side and smiled at her. “I don’t.” He kissed her forehead and then the bridge of her nose.
“Iahir.” She smoothed a hand down his chest.
“We’re tired,” he said. “Are you tired?”
“If you’re embarrassed,” she breathed, “this happens to men all the time. It’s very normal. And if we just give it a bit of time, I’m sure your cock will wake back up and want to play again.”
He kissed her mouth hard. “You’re wonderful.”
She pulled away and looked into his eyes. “Am I?”
“Mmm,” he said. He shut his eyes. He really was tired.