Elias smiled, a wicked, playful thing. “In fact, I believe many princes and princesses argued over who would get to service the champion. Luckily for me I don’t have to fight anyone for you.”
Gerard opened his mouth, about to say that no one would fight Elias for him. But then Elias slid a hand down the centre of his hairless chest, and Gerard decided he did not need to speak.
“Now do you want your prize, Dragon Warrior?”
Gerard nodded.
Elias opened his robe completely but didn’t remove it. He wore nothing underneath. His half-hard cock hungbetween his thighs. Not a single hair remained on his body. He was all smooth skin.
Except he wasn’t.
Gerard frowned. Because Elias’s entire left leg was scarred. From his foot to his thigh. The skin was raised and varied in colour. It appeared very different from Gerard’s own scars. But it clearly had been a hell of an injury.
“What? Do you think you’re the only one with scars, Dragon Warrior?” Elias asked as if completely unbothered by them.
“How did it happen?”
Elias puffed up his chest and lifted his chin. “It was in a mighty battle during the war with a terrifying dragon. I almost died!”
Gerard’s mouth fell open. Confused, he flicked his gaze from the leg to Elias’s face.
Then Elias laughed again, shaking his head, causing his hair to move around his shoulders. “It was a carriage accident. Quite bad actually. But it doesn’t hurt or bother me anymore. Not since it healed.”
He slid his hand down over the scars, not at all bothered that Gerard seemed curious. “But the healers knew their work. The skin can still feel a little tight. I moisturise and do certain exercises.”
“Yes.” Gerard had not been particularly good initially when he’d been told to moisturise and exercise to stretch the skin. The healer had had words with him. But he was better at it now. Still, he never liked touching his scars. Or looking at them.
But Elias clearly didn’t have that problem.
“Now, where were we.” Elias dropped to his knees before Gerard. He reached for the sash and tugged. He liftedhis hands to Gerard’s robe and began to push it open. Gerard tensed as the scars on his torso were revealed.
Elias paused. His gaze fixed on Gerard’s face. He stared.
Since the attack, Gerard had not had sex in the light. He always ensured complete darkness. But there were no torches to douse, candles to blow out, or darkness to hide in here in the tent, not whilst the afternoon sunlight still beat down on the canvas.
After a second, Elias released the robe. He slid his hands down along the seams. The fabric fell closed, covering Gerard’s scars. Gerard exhaled.
Elias’s hands slid further down, towards Gerard’s groin. Elias pushed the robe open, revealing Gerard’s thighs and hard cock. He hummed and looked up and met Gerard’s gaze.
“And what favour would you request of me, oh mighty Dragon Warrior and champion of the Tournament of Dragons?” Elias licked his lips.
Gerard’s cock jerked. “Whatever you wish.”
“Whatever I wish.” Elias’s soft hands slid up his thighs.
Gerard shivered.
“I wish to do a lot of things to you. But let’s start with this for now.” He wrapped his hand around Gerard’s thick length. He stroked.
Gerard groaned.
Chapter
Twenty-Five
Gerard groaned. Elias’s slender fingers slid up and down his cock. He thumbed the head. He teased, twisted, and squeezed. Gerard threw back his head and cried out.
“Does this please you, Dragon Warrior?” Elias asked. “I so wish to please you.”
