He rose to his toes to seal his mouth over mine, a hand sliding from my chest to find my hardness straining against theties of my trousers. A madness of lust overwhelmed me. With a grunt, our lips broke apart as I lifted the smaller man from his fragrant feet and toted him in my arms like a bundle of kindling to his bed. With a toss, he flew into the air and landed on the plush mattress with anOOF!that sent the cat scurrying over and leaping into a tall chair with a dark blue velveteen pillow.
“Apologies, Pehdra,” I mumbled while yanking my shirt over my head. Teryn lay back among the pillows, his sight roaming over me as I rushed to strip down. He wet his lips when my cock was revealed.
“You are truly a fine man,” he purred much like the feline sitting atop her pillow watching us from across the room. “I knew you would be crafted by the hand of the goddess. Come to me now, lie with me, and let us forget the days filled with bickering advisors, tedious arbitrations, and dialogue over dock dimensions and ferry taxes.”
“Your tongue is silvery and smooth like the face of a pond under the moons,” I confessed, kneeling on the bed, cock standing out, the head peeled free of the foreskin, a droplet of seed on the tip. “I’ve heard you talk Umeris into things that only Ihdos himself would have been successful at doing.” He smiled at me with a smile that told me he knew his skills were vast. I knee-walked closer, between his spread thighs, and took his prick in hand. The smugness left his face, replaced with the softening glow of pleasure. “Perhaps your desert magicks are at play not only in the negotiations but here in your chambers as well.”
He chuckled as I stroked his shaft, squeezing it softly to urge a pearl of cum to ooze free. “Pasil, do you think I needed to use magicks to get you here?”
No, I knew that as surely as I knew the sun would rise in the east tomorrow. “No, I do not think that. I was lost the moment you emerged from your bath and smiled at me.”
Those long lashes blinked as he thrust into my hand. “Your hand is rough, your fingers strong. The hand of a warrior. Crafted over years of wielding a sword. I would have you run those calloused hands all over me, Pasil.”
And so I did. I released his cock so I could explore him fully. I tasted his mouth, intrigued by the taste of a tea that I’d yet to try. Perhaps I would after we were done fucking. For now, I would sip from his lips.
“You are delicious,” I ground out as I moved from his mouth to his ear. I took the chain between my lips as I flicked a nipple with my fingernail. He gasped. A light laugh mixed with arousal. I gave the elegant chain a tug, the charms resting on my tongue. I tasted metal and oil. Releasing the charms, I took a moment to study them as they fell onto his shoulder. Intricate golden shapes I was not familiar with. Sandrayan letters, I could only assume. I kissed each one as they rested on his flesh and returned to his mouth. He eagerly returned my kisses. My head spun, my cock throbbed, and my balls held tight to my body. I walked a fine line of restraint.
“That is…so lovely. You are so lovely. So broad and hard.” His fingers skipped down my shoulders to my biceps and then back up, down my ribs, pressing into the flesh to feel each curved bone. “By the goddess, if you do not sink into me soon I shall spend all over my stomach.”
He writhed under me, his skin slick with bath oils. As I ran my hands over his skin, the oil clung to my fingers. His nipples were darkest brown, tight little nubs that I plucked with one hand while I delved under his balls with the other. Seeking his hole, I toyed with the furled edges, and Teryn cried out softly. He lifted his arse off the bed as he clawed at me. The bath oils had spread between us, my skin now coated as well. I ran my finger into the crease where his leg joined his body to gathermore of the scented attar. As my mouth worked a hard nipple, my finger returned to his hole, sliding effortlessly inside.
“There…” Teryn sighed as I worked a finger inside his heat. My cock kicked as if jealous of the digit now embedded inside this glorious man. “There, yes…Pasil, that is…yes…I am ready for you. I have been ready for you since the moment I saw you on the dock.”
I eased that finger out, ran my palm over his belly, and then slathered the sand sage emollient—a smell I would forever associate with this man—over my weeping cock.
Glancing at Teryn, I could not help but smile. He was spread out for me like a buffet of treats from a land that I had never seen. I vowed I would taste every inch of him before the morning bells for prayers, but now I had to ease into him.
“Your gaze sets me on fire,” he whispered as he wrapped his slim fingers around his cock. “Burn me with your love, Pasil.”
The way the man spoke ensorcelled me. If I had not known that my want for him had been so strong, nothing could have prevented us from coming together. I surely would have thought he had bewitched me with Sandrayan magicks. But I knew the truth of it. This night was destined to take place. Perhaps his goddess had foretold it. Perhaps Ihdos had prophesied it. I knew not. All I knew was that I had to join us now. I pulled two fat pillows from under his head and shoved them under his tanned arse. Unable to hold back any longer unless I wished to come before I was even inside him, I worked the oils onto my cock once more, tip to base, and then lined my cockhead up with his pink hole.
“Now, Pasil, enter me now before I burst,” Teryn panted, tugging on his prick, his golden eyes molten now. Knowing I would get lost in those eyes if I gazed for too long, I focused my attention on my cock as it slowly stretched his opening wider and wider. Teryn cried out when I sank in to the root, his cockspewing spend over his abdomen, chest, and even into his chin whiskers. Grabbing one lean leg, I flung it over my shoulder and began rocking in and out, each thrust in milked another cry of passion as well as a spurt of seed from him. I lasted long enough to watch his eyes flutter closed as he melted into the bedding—perhaps ten powerful pumps into his tight hole—before I felt the white fire of my release racing up my spine. I drove in hard, as deep as I could go, and filled him up. Head bowed, body tense as a bowstring at full draw, I pumped all I had into his arse, the room spinning with the scent of sex, man, and sand sage.
“Give me…all you have,” I heard him plead. He sounded far away on the moon sisters perhaps as my balls contracted over and over. “Yes, yes…divinity thy name is lover. Lover thy name is Pasil.”
My legs buckled. I caught myself with one arm as my cock slid free from his body. Spend smeared along the inside of his thigh as I tumbled to my side, my cock still kicking lazily. Dazed in the afterglow, I cupped the head of my prick to catch the last few spurts, heaving chest slowing, eyes closing as I tried to catch my ragged breath. Teryn moved around beside me, his touch light on my arms and hip, pressing me gently onto my back.
I let him move me as he wished. Truly, as weak as I was, I doubted I could stop the smaller man even if I wished. I’d never had such an experience with any lover, male or female, in all my years of seeking companionship. The bed shifted. Eyes fluttering open, I saw Teryn stretching over me, his gold charms tickling my armpit. With a snort, I wiggled slightly. His amber eyes found mine, and a smile that could charm the dwarves out of their mines lit up his face.
“You take up considerable room,” he teased and returned to his task. He came back to the bed with a pleased little sound, lying beside me to dab at the seed dotting his chest. “So, Pasil, was it just me or did you feel the land quake just now?”
I chuckled before moving to my side to stare at him. “I could not be sure as I was soaring up to touch the smooth face of the moon sisters,” I replied, nudging his cloth aside when he brought it to his face. I flicked out my tongue to lick the delicacy off his goatee. He sniffled a little, an amused sound that I wanted to hear again, so I licked his face clean. Like a dog with a beefy platter, rolling him to his back amid his increasing laughter. Once I had him under me, I hoisted my upper half up, arms locked, to stare down at him. Something in my breast clicked into place. Unsure of what it was, I pushed the odd twitch to the back of my mind.
“Would you like some tea?” he asked, his voice soft and sleepy. I claimed his lips in a kiss that went on for long moments, a gentle searching kiss that crested and fell like the waves crashing over the rocks far below. “Was that a yes or a no?”
“A yes, but later.”
His fingers were carded through my hair. It needed to be cut as it was dangerously close to touching the collar of my civilian clothes. “Your hair is lovely. Thick and black as a raven’s wing. What a pity your laws dictate that only nobility may have longer tresses.”
“I do not mind,” I replied, moving to my side once more, my arms growing weary of supporting my weight. “Long hair is dangerous in battle. When we were beset with assassins on the journey back from the Lavender Steppes to bring the queen to Celear, an enemy wrested King Aelir from his mount with a handful of his hair.” He nodded in understanding before gently rising from the bed as if he were just feeling the pummeling I had given him. “Are you in pain?” I asked, pushing up to rest on a bent arm as he slipped from the tangled covers.
“No, well, not much.” He tossed me a satisfied smile over his bare shoulder. The trinkets on his ear chain caughtthe waning firelight. “It is a good twinge. Nothing that will be noticeable come morning.”
I was familiar with the burn of a lover’s possession as I enjoyed giving and receiving in equal measure. He made his way to the bathing room. I stretched out, spreading my toes wide as I reached over my head to grab the ornate headboard. My muscles pulled taut but then eased into the stretch. Listening to Teryn washing himself off, I found myself lost in a fog. I’d crossed a rather bold and possibly troublesome line, cock first. Something that I had not done in many seasons. As a young buck, yes, my prick had led me into a few notable predicaments, but since I had signed onto the guards under V’alor, those wild ways had passed. For the most part.
Now, after years of service to my king and country, a stiff cock could very well see me disciplined. I knew of no laws of conduct concerning bedding a foreign dignitary. It happened quite often, if the whispers of the maids and grooms were to be believed. And I did believe them. The rich and powerful thought little of taking what they desired from those who served under them. I personally had held myself a bit above such things since being promoted and handed the bronze armor of the king’s personal guard. As V’alor had done before me. If the commander of the guard could see me now, I was sure his face would be drawn into a disapproving scowl. Yet, even knowing that to be the case, I already yearned for another tumble with Teryn…
The mattress gave slightly beside me. I looked over and into the bright round yellow eyes of Pehdra.
