“Now,” I begged, my slippery fist tightening on my prick. He eased his fingers out and crawled between my legs, pressing my thighs into my chest. I lost contact with my aching cock as he moved over me, lowering his head to lick into my mouth. My hands roamed over his back to his ass, pressing him downward, his cockhead at my opening. “Now,” I groaned.
“Patience, my love,” he whispered, lifting the bottle from the bedding where I had thrown it. A small amount of oil remained. Most had leaked out onto the downy mattress under us. There was a small niggle of guilt over that, but the remorse quickly faded. Teryn coated his cock with the oil. I could not look away as he guided his prick to my hole. His gaze met mine.
“Now, please, I am…”
What I had planned to say floated off on a deep, low moan as he eased into me. I placed a hand on his hip to pull him deeper. The stretch made me wince. He stopped, arms locked, hands splayed out on either side of my head.
“Do not stop,” I whispered as my body adjusted to his prick. “Never stop.”
He stole a kiss, placed his hands on my shins, and rocked into me with a thrust that ripped the air from me. Somehow he went deeper still on the next plunge. His cock brushed against that tender nub deep inside. I howled like a wolf and then took my cock back into my fist. Two long strokes brought me to my pinnacle. Ropey strings of spend coated my hand, fingers, and palm. Some hit my stomach and chest. Teryn groaned as I tightened around his cock as it shuttled in and out of my tender ass. His shoulders bowed, his head fell forward, making the tiny charms ring out softly, and his cock thickened. With a final stab of his hips, he came apart. Seed warming my channel then leaking out around his prick as he rolled his pelvis in a sinful circle.
“Oh…Teryn…mighty gods,” I huffed while milking my cock for each droplet of spend. His seed oozed from me, down the cleft of my ass to soak into the already fouled sheets. “The washerwomen…will demand…double pay for cleaning our…bedding.”
“I will pay them triple,” he countered, lifting his head to gaze down at me. Emotions welled up within me. Feelings that I should not be having. Fingers smeared with my spend, I touched his puffy lips. The tip of a pink tongue slid out to lap at my fingertip. “Pasil, this thing between us…” I ran my fingers along his chin, his jaw, and his earring to touch the tiny symbols. “This thing…you do feel its strength, do you not?”
I rubbed the smallest charm between my fingers as I lost myself in his eyes. “I do, yes, there is no reason to deny it anylonger.” He eased out of me. My legs were cramping, but when I stretched them out, the tightness lessened. Teryn moved to my side, flicking the empty oil bottle to the floor where it hit with a soft tinkle and rolled under the bed. “My question is what do we do about this thing betwixt us?”
Teryn, always the calm one, pressed a kiss to my brow. “We bathe.” He leapt from the bed and stood beside it, looking down at me spread over the covers like one of the pink starfish that clung to the rocky shores of Celear. I felt my forehead furrow. “You worry overly about things that have no bearing on our mission, my sweet. Come, let us wash the sea salt and spend from our skin. Then we shall eat, nap, and make our way out come dark.”
“Not to be blunt, Teryn, but fucking and bathing seem to be—”
“They seem to be ways to keep our hearts pure and our wits sharp. Now please, come bathe with me. I would wash your back for you.”
He offered me his hand. With a hearty sigh, I slapped my palm over his, and with a tug, I was on my feet, my arms around his lean frame, my lips on his long throat. I adored this part of him. In truth, I adored all parts of him, from his thick ebony hair to the soft, pale soles of his feet.
“We will bathe and eat and nap,” I conceded and got a pleased little sound. The water was tepid now, warm enough to cleanse well but cool enough to refresh. Teryn stood behind me in the tub as it was not large enough for two men to sit. Using a pitcher, he poured water over my head repeatedly, his wet chest tight to my back as he used a bar of medicinal-smelling soap to lather my head and body. He took care with my wounds first then my cock, balls, and tender hole, whispering soft compliments while kissing a shoulder, an arm, my buttock, andthen my chest. When he was facing me, my body washed and rinsed, I repaid his kindness.
“You are so beautiful.”
“Your eyes are like molten gold.”
“Your lips are like sweet honey cake.”
“Your cock thick and proud.”
I went on and on, flowery words I had never uttered before, flowing from me like the water from the pitcher I rinsed him off with. What need did a man who lay with nameless pub patrons or a courtesan have?
After we were washed, we dressed in clean clothes. Teryn summoned a servant with a tug on a pull cord to order a light meal for two. The young woman scurried off, leaving us alone. Teryn sat on a small soft rug, legs folded, to pray after giving me a tender kiss. I slid out of the room to a small balcony to give him his time alone with his goddess to gaze down at the vibrant dock. Ships sailed in and out, but the stalls seemed less busy. Bells rang out from a dozen or so temples. Perhaps the Sandrayans were taking a break to worship at midday as Teryn now was. The sun was brutally hot as it hung overhead. Sweat started to bead up on my bare shoulders when a large bird flapped into view, its peachy head tipping to the side after it landed before me. The bird was striking. A peach face with yellow plumage over its body and wings tipped with vibrant blue.
“Good day,” I said to the parrot. It tucked its wings as if to wait for me to say something more interesting.
Teryn pushed through the curtain. “While we wait for our dinner, we should take time to discuss our plans, send a message to the king and—” He stalled just beside me. “Ah, a note from my secretary.”
He spoke to the bird in Sandrayan. It hopped along the rail and offered him a foot. Attached to the scaly leg was a smallmetal vial that Teryn gently removed. So this was one of the peach-faced parrots that the people of the Black Sands used as messengers.
“Let us go back inside. Come with us,” Teryn spoke to the bird and opened the curtain for the parrot, allowing it to fly inside with a few flaps. “My senior secretary is gifted in animal speak, which makes her the perfect person to send and receive messages. Come inside, my sweet. Our food should be here soon.”
I followed him back into the cool, dark room. The parrot sat on the headboard, watching us with curious black eyes. I found a shirt and slid it over my head. Teryn sat on the edge of the bed, opened the small tin vial, and unfolded a small missive that unrolled down into his lap. A rap on the door brought his head up. The parrot squawked.
“I shall see who it is,” I said, moving to the door to open it a crack. A young male in a purple robe stood on the other side holding a large wooden tray with several earthenware pots, various fruits, and a large loaf of pockmarked bread. “Come in and place the food by the door.”
He did as asked, his lined eyes darting to Teryn, the parrot, and then to me before I tossed him a copper and jerked my head to the door. If he thought to sleep with Teryn or me for cash, the lad was greatly mistaken. I had no interest in him. Pleasing he may be with his large eyes and lithe body, but he paled in comparison to Teryn Nouradi. He bowed and darted away. I closed and locked the door. The parrot flew over to the food and tore a hunk from the bread.
“No!” I barked as I ran to chase the bird from the food. It flew across the room to land atop the bathing screen.
“Hmmm,” Teryn said, pulling me from scowling at the bird.
“What news from home?” I asked before tossing a shirt over our midday meal.
