“You weren’t kidding,” he murmured, brows drawn together in a deep frown. “Why would they give you a bondmate?”
I shook my head. I still didn’t know the answer to that. While I was loyal to my clan and followed the orders of my clan leader, I wasn’t favored in any way.
“Ugbar said I need to use him or he will take him away. But I don’t know how. A cock cannot accept another cock. Can it?”
Tyal’s mouth twitched like he was fighting a laugh. He shook his head, his smile warm. “No, Khrull. You do not fuck his cock. You fuck his ass.”
I jerked my head back in surprise. “His ass?”
Tyal rubbed his hand over his mouth to hide it, but I saw his grin. I scowled at him. “You’re teasing me.”
“I assure you, I’m not,” he promised. “It’s just amusing that you are unaware. Then again, you’ve never left the clan before.Other clans have pairings with two males, or even three or more. It depends on the couple. But for a male to fuck another, you generally fuck their ass.”
I glanced again at the little tribute in my bed, then back at my friend. “It would never fit.”
I wasn’t bragging. It was just the truth. The one time a female offered to have sex with me, she refused to let me touch her once she saw my cock. She said I would split her in half. I didn't like hurting people, so I accepted her rejection and moved on.
This time, Tyal did laugh. He huffed and shook his head, gripping my shoulder. “It will fit. As long as you take the time to prep him. I will explain it to you in my tent. You’ll need something in order to fuck him as well.”
I let him lead me away, still frowning over the thought of fucking the male’s ass. If it had been anyone else, I wouldn’t have believed them. But Tyal didn’t jest. If he said that was how it was done, then it was the truth, no matter how strange the thought was.
A while later, after a long conversation and some ale, I felt more sure of what needed to be done to care for my bondmate. The ale was to help settle my nerves. I was worried about hurting the little tribute. I was much larger than him and I had no way of asking if he’d done such things before. Tyal said it could be uncomfortable for him. That made me wish to skip sex all together, to just keep him with me and safe. To protect him like a good bondmate should. It felt wrong to force it. But Ugbar would take him away if I did. Tyal pointed out that at least I would do my best to make it good for him. Very few others in the clan would care to be gentle.
Swallowing down my unease, I went back to my tent, rolling the bottle of oil in my hands. It would be needed to ease the way for my cock.
I had hoped the male would still be asleep when I got back. It would mean being able to wait a while longer before we had to consummate our bonding. But he was awake when I ducked my head in and frightened. The fear on his face caused an ache to grow in my chest. It was almost enough to cause me to turn around. Tyal’s words, reminding me that I was the best person to properly care for the male, rang in my head. I sighed.
“I’m sorry, little one. I wish I could explain things to you. I don’t want to hurt you. I promise I will try to give you as much pleasure as I am able.”
Three
Iwasn’t sure how long I’d been unconscious. Long enough for me to be moved. I woke up in a strange tent alone, my hands still bound and my face throbbing from the hit. I was looking around for something to cut my hands free when someone new joined me.
He was enormous. I’d never seen a man that large before. He stood so tall, he had to duck to enter the tent. His shoulders were as wide as mountains and there wasn’t an inch of him that wasn’t muscled and threatening. He looked as though he could snap me in half like a twig. His hair was shaved, and he had a thick beard that was a little bushy, making him look even more intimidating. I shrank away from him, a fine tremble rolling through me as I stared up at him.
His face twisted into something almost apologetic and when he spoke, his voice was soft. Not at all what I was expecting. He murmured something and sank to one knee in front of me, reaching for me with one of his huge hands. I flinched, expecting another hit, but his touch was gentle when he cupped the uninjured side of my face. His thumb brushed my cheek, dashing away tears I hadn’t realized were spilling from my eyes.
The warm rumble of his voice filled my ears again, just as gentle as his touch. When I opened my eyes, he offered me a small smile of encouragement.
This barbarian was confusing. I wasn’t sure what to expect from him. I almost wondered if he would be kind and leave me be, but then he gently pushed against my chest with his free hand, forcing me to lie on the bed. My heart pounded rapidly as he pulled my tunic over my head. It got caught on my bound wrists and he frowned, seemingly unsure what to do about it. He eventually decided to just rip it until the material was nothing but shreds and tossed it away.
When he reached for my trousers, tears spilled over my cheeks. I knew better than to fight, it would only make it worse, and I’d accepted that this was going to happen, but that didn’t make me any less scared. I never liked pain, and I knew whatever he had planned for me, it was going to hurt.
My boots, trousers, and little clothes were removed. I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing I could have remained unconscious for longer so I wouldn’t have to be awake for this part. For a long moment, I lay there without knowing what he was doing. My entire body shook with fear, but when he finally touched me, his hands were just as gentle as they had been before.
Big, rough palms slid over my naked skin, tracing over my arms and down my chest. When light fingers danced along my shaft, I gasped and squirmed from the ticklish feeling. I tried blocking him with my bound hands, but he pushed them away and forced them above my head, holding them there out of the way. His free hand continued its exploration, touching my cock some more before moving to my balls and cupping them in his palm. The gentle touch felt good, and my cock stirred from the stimulation. I tried to think about other things, it was wrongto enjoy it, but the barbarian’s gentle exploration was hard to ignore.
He spoke low, his rumbling voice making me shiver. His tone sounded curious and when I peeked my eyes open, he was watching his hand with something akin to fascination. His expression was so earnest that I almost forgot he was my captor. Wasn’t he supposed to hurt me?
I tensed when one of his thick fingers brushed against my hole. He murmured again, lifting himself up and looking around. He spotted something but seemed confused about how to get it with the way he held me. He glanced at the hand holding my wrists, then back at whatever he was looking at over his shoulder. Finally, he pushed a little harder against my wrists, giving me a look that said to keep them there. I obeyed because, thus far, he’d been kind to me. I didn’t want to act out and earn his ire. If I thought the hit from the other barbarian had been bad, I got the feeling this one would be worse. He was way bigger.
Once he was certain I wouldn’t move, he leaned back and reached for a bottle I hadn’t noticed before. It was filled with some kind of liquid, and when he popped the lid, it didn’t have any identifying scent. He dipped his fingers into it, seeming just as curious about the contents as he had been while touching me. Why did I get the feeling he had about as much experience with intimacy as I did?
When he reached for me again, I nearly swallowed my tongue. Whatever the liquid was made his fingers slippery, and he rubbed them over my hole, causing me to shudder and my thighs to clamp shut. Why did that feel so good?
His free hand slid between my thighs, forcing them apart again. He moved his big body between them to prevent me from closing them again and continued to touch me. I squirmedbeneath him, feeling a flush work its way down my neck. It was wrong to enjoy what he was doing to me. Right?
He kept rubbing my hole until I was gasping, and my cock was hard and throbbing. I was embarrassed over how much I liked the touch and kept my eyes squeezed shut to avoid looking at him. At least until the pressure against my hole increased, and he slipped the tip of one large finger inside me. My eyes flew open in surprise and my hands jerked down automatically to stop him. He caught them before I could do anything, pulling them back over my head again. Slowly, he breached me a little more, sawing that finger in and out until my body relaxed and accepted it.
