The floor creaked under Asdren when he crossed the room. I squeezed my eyes closed, fisting my hands under the pillow. I listened intently to see if he would return to the bed. If he did, I would reach for him and ask him to ease the stiffness away with his slippery hands.
Lover?
“Chirp, you need to rest, and I need an ale. I’ll be back soon.”
“Thank you for the ointment,” I replied into the pillow.
“You’re welcome, Vol’ka Dor.”
The door opened. I pushed up from the bed to rest on my knees and met his questioning look. The blanket slithered to my thighs, exposing most of me to him in a way that went far beyond showing bare skin.
“Asdren, wait, please. Stay. Close the door. I need…” And there I fell short, for I had no clue what I needed. No, that was a lie. I knew what I needed. I needed him…
Lover.
He faced the door, shirt in hand, thick shoulders tense, ebony curls resting between his shoulder blades. I could hear his breathing from across the room.
“Say what it is you need, Chirp,” he gruffly said, and I faltered still. Did I dare say what I needed? What I truly needed? What I had been searching for with Pasil, with the other random elves I’d dallied with? “Speak it aloud. I need to hear you say itlest I’ll be thinking it’s me reading something into your words that ain’t there.”
“I…” My lips were dry, my throat parched. Why was itsodamn hot in this room? “I need…I need to be wanted.”
There it was out. Now he could walk away with a snide chuckle after giving me a brotherly pat on the head.
He turned to face me. My swallow echoed around the sparse room. “Trust me, Vol’ka Dor, you’re wanted something fearsome.” My heart sped up, near to bursting from my chest, as we stared at each other with a mix of want and fear. “You sure? I ain’t the type that I wager you generally lay with.”
“You are the perfect type for me,” I whispered, the words ringing with truth.
“Then so be it.” He shut and barred the door. He flung his wrinkled shirt to the side of the tub. Watching from the bed, I clocked his slow but steady gait, bringing him closer. The fire sent sparks up the flue behind him, casting his striking face in shadows. “I’ll be gentle with you, Chirp.”
“No, do not be gentle,” I announced, suddenly filled with bravado. I lifted the sheet from my groin. His gaze flew down to my stiff shaft. Shaking like a babe’s rattle, I reached down to thumb the slit that now peeked freely from its sheath. “I need a lover to want me beyond reason.”
“By the Stonefather’s anvil,” he grunted, freeing the ties on his trousers with a rough tug. They slid down to his knees, allowing his hard cock to leap free. I wet my lips before lying back on the bedding, knees quaking, and spread my legs for him. “I ain’t never seen a more sinful and seductive sight in all my days. Keep touching yourself, Chirp.” I did as asked, a flush of discomfort mingling with the warmth of the room to stain my chest a bright pink. “You ever had a man breach you?”
“Yes, once…mostly. An elf. We were young, it was…” Words failed as he climbed onto the bed, his prick standing proud. He was thick. Not as long as me but much, much girthier.
He dropped to all fours between my knees, square shoulders nudging my legs to open wider as I sank deeper into the mattress, my chest heaving, nipples tightening, cock leaking.
“I ain’t no elf,” he stated as if I was unaware. “Nor am I a lad unsure of where and how to use my prick. Let’s go easy this night. I ain’t sure you’re as worldly as you think you are.”
I started to bristle, but the softness of his tone erased any upset.
“I know you are aged.” That made him snicker softly while dropping to his elbows betwixt my legs. Beautiful blue eyes that matched the beads in his beard sparkled in the firelight. “I did not mean that as it sounded, truly. I like the wrinkles at your eyes and the silver in your hair. Ah!”
He blew over my shaft, a warm puff of air that curled my toes into the blanket. “The older the stone, the harder the cut.” That sounded so very dwarven. He rubbed his cheek against my cock, the roughness of his beard sending tingles through me. “You smell like horse and wild grasses. Noticed it the first time we met. Outdoorsy, fresh. No one I ever met before smells like you. And down here…” He buried his face in the juncture where my right leg joined my hip. I yelped in surprise. Perhaps my fumbling times with other young elves were lacking just as he suspected. “Down here, the smell is even stronger, like the woods themselves radiate out of your pale skin. I swear I could get drunk on it.” My arse left the bed of its own free will, crushing his nose into my hip joint. His tongue darted out to taste the skin. A rumble of something primal rolled out of his barrel chest. It made my prick twitch. “Sweet shale, I got to taste you all over.”
“Yes, yes,” I managed to cough out before his tongue began a slow, maddening tour of my leg. Sweeping down to the arch of my foot, then the back of my knee, and then back to my groin, he licked a sloppy path then did the same with the other leg. My fingers were knotted in the blanket, my hips rolling, my eyes tightly closed as I fought to keep some control. “Ah, ah, that is…no, no, I have…oh goddess!” He sucked one of my stones into his mouth as his fingers found their way to my hole. With a soft tap at my entrance, I raced to the edge. “Asdren, I am…you must…Oh!” He pressed a spit-slick finger in, just one, merely to the first knuckle.
I came undone, seed flying from me. It dotted his hair and beard, for he lifted his head to watch my flight to the stars.
“Beautiful.” He sighed, lowering his head so he could take my pulsing cock into his mouth. All the stars in the night sky appeared behind my lids. I rocked up into hot, wet perfection, crying out who knew what while he milked the last drops of seed from me. Winded like a racing horse, I melted into the bed. “Delicious too. Salty yet sweet. You eat lots of wood nuts. I can taste them in your spend. You want a taste?”
“Yes,” I replied on a shaky breath out.
I sank my fingers into his hair, fisted it, and then pulled him up over me. The rub of the thick curls on his chest scoured my nipples, making me wiggle as his mouth came down over mine. I had never kissed anyone with such a wealth of facial hair. We elves are virtually hairless other than some wisps under our arms and down below. Holding him was akin to hugging a half-grown bear. Compact yet hard muscles under a pelt of fur. I loved it. I loved the feel of his stiff prick resting on my belly. He licked into my mouth. He tasted of dark ale, pipe tobacco, semen, and something pickled. I adored pickled things, so I rubbed my tongue over his. Our soft moans floated free. Upward they drifted like willow weed blows caught on a summer wind.
“You are an addiction in the making, Chirp,” he panted over my lips when the kiss ended. “You want to bring me off?”
Just hearing those words said in his gruff, deep voice made my soft cock start to fatten. I linked my legs around his hips, low, right under his arse.
