“There is a vendor ahead. Let me get us some nourishment.” Steve nods at Bellator before trudging off, giving us space. Bellator leans over me, blocking the light of the sun, “Can I carry you, Soulbound?” He grins as he asks, the corner of his lip popping over the jagged edge of his broken tusk.
I dip my chin, smiling up at him. He throws the side of his cloak back, and in one swift motion, I’m cradled in his arms. His skin is riddled with scars, which I absently trace with my fingers as I get a better look at his face. “What happened to your tusk? How was it broken?”
His smile softens as he leans into me. “They say I fought the Devil, and this was a prized battle wound.”
Gasping, “What! You fought the Devil!”
A window shutter slams somewhere above us, Bellator running his finger along my jaw, lifting my chin to him. “Hush, Rosie. We do not speak of the Devil in this Realm. She is a force to be feared, worshipped behind closed doors and out of sight of the Emperor.”
“But you said you fought her? Is she not the one you pray to in a Hell Church?” I question.
“The churches are used for a variety of reasons. Reckoning, meditation, sometimes even a good old-fashioned sacrifice. I believe there is a story about me and a Hell church. There are so many that it is hard to keep track of them all. They also say my tusk was broken when I angered the sky Gods, that’s why the illuminating sky orb does not move or rest. She shines brightly, watching me, in case I attack her again.” He chuckles.
“Okay, you’ve lost me.” I huff.
“There are many stories surrounding my tusk; the truth, I’m afraid, is not very exciting.”
“Tell me.”
“If you promise not to repeat the story,” he chuckles. He is so playful that I can't help but smile. I would have expected him to be more serious given his status, but he seems very relaxed as we wander. “During my first battle, I was young and confident in what I could do. We were lined up to attack. I was deep in the forest at the time. The horn sounded, and I ran as fast as Icould toward the enemy. Unfortunately, we were at an incline and halfway down the hill, I tripped, hit my head on something and knocked myself out. When I awoke several hours later, I stumbled back to my squad, embarrassed, bloodied, and battle scarred, but I had not even lifted my sword. I was left to lick my wounds, not telling them what had happened, so my squad filled in the rest. There is a tale of how I beat a troll, how I saved a wee babe in a burning cottage, even a cat who was near drowning,” he chuckles.
“There are cats in Hell,” I say, surprised.
“Oh yes, lots of cats if you know where to look. Cats are beautiful creatures. Sleek, cunning and free spirited all rolled into one small animal.” He looks at my mouth, his own lips parting as he stares. “Eventually, the tales that spread turned into some sort of story that mothers tell their young.Beware the orc with the broken tusk… At least that's how it starts. I never bothered to learn the rest.”
“Thank you for telling me. I promise your secret is safe.” I make the movements of sealing my lips, locking them and throwing away the key, laughing when his head tilts at the gesture. He looks adorable,hopefuleven. Pushing up on his shoulder, I balance myself and give a quick kiss to his cheek, his face looking surprised by the gesture.
“Thank you, Soulbound. It’s an honour to have your mouth touch my face.”
I smile awkwardly, “You mean the kiss?”
“Yes. I enjoyed your breath on my face far more than I expected.”
“Do you not kiss?”
“I fear Steve would not like it if we kiss. We prefer shows of strength; however, if this is a human custom, I will kiss with you and Steve.”
I wasn't paying attention when we were strolling, but we've caught up to where Steve stands with the cheese vendor. He moves to pass me a slice to taste when Bellator leans onto him, blowing vigorously into his face, before almost head butting him as he presses his face into his cheek.
I bark out a laugh, covering my mouth as I try to stifle it. “No, no, not like that.” Steve stands frozen, looking at me in wide eyed disbelief. Wiggling from Bellator's hold, I'm placed on the ground between them. I haven't paid much attention to their size, but now that they both tower over me, I clench my thighs and lick my lips, recalling the way their bodies felt pressed to mine. “Here, watch Steve and I,” I say, curling my finger in Steve’s direction. He leans down, far enough for me to cup his face and lets me gently press my lips against his. I'm careful not to touch his tusks in public. The last thing I need is to start something we can’t finish.
Steve pulls away, brows raised, warmth shining in his eyes. “See, just like that. Now your turn,” I grin at Bellator, bobbing on the tips of my toes as I look up at him.
“Hmm, I believe I can replicate that,” he purrs, leaning down and circling his arm around the backs of my thighs. Lifting me so we’re eye level, I lean forward, giggling as we kiss. Our lips touch, and I settle into a smile as his tongue traces the seam of my lips.Bellator, you dirty dog, you’ve been holding out on me. I open my mouth as the heat between us builds and the bustle of the crowd falls away. Our tongues clash, exploring each other as I caress his hair, digging my fingers into his scalp, pulling him closer. It is only when Steve’s hands join us that the roaring sound of the crowd around us filters back in. Panting, I blink rapidly, my senses all barreling back to me. Heat creeps up my neck as the blush spreads into my cheeks, and I nuzzle into the crook of Bellator's neck. “That was good. Will definitely need more practice, though. You want to become anexpertkisser,” I tease.
“Behold the wonderful impish of Imperia. My cock stands proud for my bonded. She is the only female who makes it stand so tall and hard. Hear the bells of my shaft?—”
“Jesus Christ, Bellator, there are children here, what the hell are you doing!” I demand. Looking down, I can see how his mega dick completely lifts the pleats of his leather skirt. I haven't paid enough attention to whether he wears underwear beneath, but considering how tall he is, some short imp is going to get an eyeful of orc balls.
“I proudly show the impish of Imperia how my cock stands?—”
“Stop, Bellator,” I groan. Nervously darting my eyes around the crowd that has now formed around us. Right now, this moment will be recorded as the first time in history a human has died of embarrassment. I wonder what the other Hell Realms look like, because I will gladly walk through the Gate to any other.
Steve tugs on Bellator, banging their heads together in a hushed conversation. Despite being only a foot away from their discussion, I only hear the rushing sound of blood moving through my ears.
“Oh, actually… I got it wrong,” Bellator says as Steve pulls away and stands at our side. “My cock’s not hard. It was a mistake. It just hangs out all day?—”
Steve loudly clears his throat.
