He pushes me to my knees, breaking the kiss. Squatting down to bring his cock in front of me, he starts rubbing himself all over my face. Guiding my head with a large palm cupping the back, he drags his soft skin and short white curls all over my face and neck.
Desperate for a taste I dart out my tongue as he moves my mouth under his large balls. I suck the barest tip of one into my mouth, moaning as his flavor explodes on my tongue. He tastes like the forest at night—dark, forbidden, dangerous. I can’t get enough.
After he has coated me in his scent, he finally gives me the freedom to move my face where I want. I greedily wrap my mouth around the tip of his cock as it strains towards me. I lap and suck at it, wondering how I will be able to fit him into my body when I can hardly fit him into my mouth.
I wrap both hands around his girth and begin to work his length, twisting up and down, moving my hands in tandem. He drops his head back between his shoulders, panting and grunting out in a guttural language I’m unfamiliar with despite my time here.
I work up enough saliva that I can squeeze the tapered head of his cock into my mouth. When I do, I’m rewarded with the salty taste of his precum. The slippery liquid allows me to fit more of him in. I get a rhythm down with my mouth and hands, rewarded by groans and grunts as every muscle bunches with his restraint.
Heat radiates off him, and as I imagine being filled with his huge hot cock, I moan around him. He loses control, and grips my head in both hands to hold me steady while he thrusts his hips. I relax as much as possible, taking short panting breaths through my nose. As he feeds me his cock inch by inch, I relaxmy throat, and soon I’m taking more of him than I ever thought possible.
His cock stiffens, radiating heat like a furnace, and just when I brace myself to attempt not to drown in his cum, he pulls out of my mouth, saliva stringing between us. He wraps a large hand around himself and smiles down at me. Feeling confident at the look I put on his face, I tilt my face up to his, open my mouth, and stick out my tongue.
As I hoped, it’s his undoing. His smile turns feral as he fists his cock with long, punishing strokes and comes with a roar. I had been expecting a lot, but nothing could have prepared me for the long ropes that shoot out to cover not just my face and mouth, but coat my breasts and body.
I look down at the copious streams, steaming in the night air, as they drip down. He gives himself one more pump, catching the last spurt in his large hand. Reaching out he uses it to smooth my tangled hair back from my face, dragging his hand along my jawline and swiping his thumb over my tongue as I kneel there, motionless in my surprise.
He repeats the same motions he had used on himself earlier, wiping the fluids over each breast, down my belly, through my trimmed curls, and down into my sex where he thrusts a large finger into me.
As he sweeps me up off my feet and into a scorching kiss, mingling our tastes, I can’t help the small worry in the back of my mind that we just completed some type of marking ritual that I don’t know the repercussions of.
Chapter
Eleven
Istare longingly at the hot spring as Eryon carries me back to his bed. My skin is sticky, and I’m fairly certain we are glued together in some spots. I was insistent I could walk, but he was determined about carrying me.
I wonder what is in the sack he had retrieved from where the man in the woods had tossed it earlier, hoping it’s food. My stomach lets out a loud growl in agreement. He playfully tosses me on thebed, and I let out a laugh.
As he stokes the fire, I watch the embers drift up with the woodsmoke and out the small hole in the very top of this particular cavern that seems to be his bedroom. I’m amazed at how comfortably he lives in such a primitive set up.
He dumps out the bag to reveal several fat silver fish. I’m thrilled to see them since we have been living on a plant based diet. It reminds me to ask, “Do you eat meat?”
“Rarely,” he replies. “I will tonight, rather than waste them as they’ve already given their lives. But I am the guardian of the forest. I can easily survive without killing those under my protection.”
Running my hands through the soft furs on the bed, I ask, “What about these?”
“I will take the pelts of animals that have fallen, that they may continue to have purpose. Sometimes things are given to me in offering.”
“Like when you help people?” I ask, remembering Sita’s story of the time her family had been saved from freezing by the Migoi bringing firewood. Though I hadn’t believed it when she told me, now I know it was true.
He throws me a half smile and admits, “When they deserve it. But my first responsibility is the earth and its creatures.”
I walk over to sit next to him as he roasts the fish over the fire. He hands me steaming bits, and I burn my fingertips and the roof of my mouth in my haste.
He smiles warmly at me as he passes me a waterskin. The simple dinner is delicious and made all the better for the company. We talk about our lives and laugh at how different they are. I’m surprised, and tell him so, about how up to date he is on modern life and current events.
He rolls his eyes at me as he explains he hears travellers talk and has even seen television through people’s windows, which he assures me is the biggest waste of time he has ever witnessed.
I laugh and try to explain the plots of some of my favoriteshows and movies to him but even I have to admit, they seem inconsequential when I try to put them into words. My life seems like another world entirely sitting here in the cave next to him. One that I’m not sure I want to go back to.
“I’ll show you something worth watching,” he says, tugging me away from the fire by the hand after we finish eating.
He leads me through another series of branching tunnels until we emerge out into a veritable oasis. I look around in wonder at the lush plants surrounding us as the warm air wraps around my skin.
The mountains curve inward, forming a hidden basin where a rare microclimate blooms. Sheer cliff walls rise on all sides, arching toward each other to create a natural dome. Their jagged edges part at the top, revealing a skylight of shimmering stars.
I throw my arms wide and spin in a slow circle, taking in the beauty around me.
