The next button slipped its confines. Then the next. And with the last, his hard flesh popped free to jut proudly from his hips. As if seeking my approval, it bobbed. Rising from a pelt of dark curls, the King's shaft was so wide that I knew my hand wouldn't encase it, and so long that both of my hands could fit on it, one atop the other. Instead of being daunted by his size, I instantly imagined the feel of him in my mouth and how his tipwould press against the back of my throat, seeking more. I could smell his musk, intensified there, and my mouth watered. Nearly mindless in need, my hand slid up my thigh to grasp my cock through my pants.
A lusty growl rose from the King. Still, I couldn't look away from his manhood. The plump tip glistened as a bead of moisture gathered over the slit. At the base, his heavy sacs tightened and lifted.
“Dear Goddess,” I whispered.
“Let me see you,” the King's voice slid through the night, a bare breeze of sound that nonetheless compelled me.
I undid the ties at my waist and pushed the loosened pants down, over my hips. The more I exposed, the more I wanted to expose, and as the King's stare consumed my man-flesh, I undid the ties at the sides of my tunic too. Lifting the fabric, I removed it and put it aside.
“You are beautiful, my foundling.”
“Foundling?” I bit my lower lip. “You called me that several times tonight.”
“That's what you are.” He gripped his cock and stroked it slowly. Voice tightening, he panted, “You were brought to me, a little lost bird, and I'm going to claim you, Eliel. You have been found.”
I groaned and touched myself, one hand plucking at my nipple as the other stroked my shaft. I slid my fingers down to cup my balls as if offering them to His Majesty, and then spread my legs as far as my pants would allow. My finger slid below.
“Let me see,” he demanded again.
I sat back to pull off my boots, and then my pants, setting them all aside. Suddenly bold, I remained sitting, facing him, and spread my thighs wide. But then the King sat up, his stare going molten and his hand working himself faster. Anxiety rushed through me, but it wasn't about sex. It was about me. I needed him to see all of me. Right now. Before we went further. I had to know whether I was good enough for him. If I could satiate him without touching him, I'd know he wanted me as much as I wanted him. It would be easier to go slowly if we could have a little satisfaction.
I lay back and lifted my legs.
“Oh, fuck,” he growled. “Show me more. Please. Touch yourself there. Right where I want to take you.”
Reaching beneath my hips, I stretched my hand to my entrance and rubbed the sensitive skin, feeling it pucker in demand for more. We groaned together, as if it were the King touching me. But it got awkward with my legs lifted and my hand wedged beneath, especially with my wings to deal with. So, I sat up. A wicked thought came to me.
Raven's gaze locked on mine. “What are you doing, my foundling?”
“Showing you what I want.” I rolled onto my hands and knees.
“Eliel,” he groaned when I lifted my ass and lowered my torso to brace myself on my head and chest.
After licking my finger, I put it back where we wanted it and pushed. Eyes going wide, I felt pleasure surge through me. I'd been worried that this might bring back terrible memories. But I was doing the touching. I was in control. And the thoughtof giving myself pleasure was surprisingly freeing. I needed more! Biting my lip, I shoved my finger in as deep as it would go.
“Oh, fuck!” The King shifted, blankets rustling.
I angled my head to look at him. He was on his knees, his hand frantically working his cock, and his stare locked on my ass. A wash of pride suffused me, shocking me nearly as much as the pleasure, and I thrust my finger into my body, showing the King what I wanted from him, but also what I was secure enough to give myself. I was strong, beautiful, and in control of my own pleasure!
Beneath me, my cock wept with joy. This wasn't ruined for me. I could find pleasure without the pain of my past creeping in. With that epiphany, my climax rushed in, and I lurched to the side so I wouldn't come on the pallet. Sprawled decadently on my wings, I gripped my shaft and directed my release onto the grass.
“Eliel!” The King was suddenly lying beside me, his body mimicking mine.
We stared at each other, our pleasure magnified by our simultaneous climaxes. It felt magical. Seeing his cock send glistening streams onto the grass to meld with my release broke a barrier inside me. This was glorious and pure. It was real and mine. No, it was ours. As I moaned through a powerful release, the likes of which I hadn't felt in years, I allowed myself to fully enjoy the sight of Raven arching in rapturous release, his body shining in the moonlight and his lips parted. He didn't close his eyes, and neither did I. We remained present with each other, accepting what was given until we were both drained. No more to give. For now.
We crawled back to our pallets and lay down on our sides to stare at each other. It felt more intimate than any sex I'd ever had, and I wasn't in a rush to end it.
It was the King who finally sat up and pulled on his pants. Following his lead, I did the same, putting on my clothing quickly. I understood. With the adjustments he'd made to our tents, the flaps didn't hide us completely, and neither of us wanted to be caught naked by his knights in the morning. Still, I was disappointed and didn't look at him again until I was fully dressed.
King Raventar was on his back again, his arms wide in the position he had taken before. “Come here, my foundling. It's time to rest.”
I went to him without hesitation and lay across him again, but this time, I angled my head so I could look at him. “That was the most beautiful thing I've ever done with another man.”
His hand stroked my hair back. “For me as well.” He lifted his head to kiss my forehead. “Perhaps tomorrow night we could go a little further.”
“How much further?”
“That is up to you, Eliel. It will always be your choice.”
