“Never tasted anything sweeter,” he purred after popping off. With a long lap, he cleaned off my cock and then moved over me, hands on either side of my head, to share the taste of my seed with me.
“You, you,” I panted while working on the laces of his breeches. He sat back on his heels to allow me access. Falling onto my belly, my chest now coated with grime, I pulled his cock free from his leather pants. I wished I could see it better, but I could use my memory. My tongue darted out to find the plump head freed of his foreskin, and a burst of salty precum exploded on my tongue. With a hungry groan, I slid my lips over him and then down. He bucked up slightly, hand carded into my hair, and eased back.
“Easy now, Chirp. No teeth.” He eased back up, feeding me more until I gagged. He pulled out with a hiss and then gave me more. I felt his cock swelling on my tongue as I sucked madly, elbows digging into gravel mixed with who knew what. I cared not what was ground into my flesh. All I longed for was his spend coating my mouth. “Fuck your mouth…”
He did just that for a moment then blew apart, hot seed filling my throat, leaking out around the corners of my mouth as he rocked in and out. Sputtering softly, I eased off, spunk and spittle coating my chin. His hand moved from my hair to my jaw, sliding under it to guide me to my knees and back to his mouth. I fell into him…into the kiss…arms looping round his shoulders to get lost in his mane of ebony hair.
“Gods be damned,” he huffed when the kiss broke, his fingers still resting on my face. “You got skills that go far beyond talking to ponies.” I blushed and buried my face into his neck, sniffing along his throat, eager to breathe in his scent. “That was about as good as a suck off in a mine shaft gets.”
“Did you like it?” I asked, my lips roaming over an exposed collarbone, thick dark curls tickling my nose.
“Loved it, Chirp.” He placed a kiss to my ear, the tip that he liked so well, and then took my shoulders to move me back a space. “Wish I could see you better. I like the way your white skin gets all pink from my whiskers. How your little nips stand up for me.” He found one and plucked it. I squawked like a chicken, which made him snigger. “Seems no matter how pissy we get with each other, you put us in a dark place, and we’re rutting like boars.”
“Seems so,” I replied as I tried to view him in the dark. Just a vague outline was all even my keen eyes could pick up. “You hurt my feelings.”
He found my cheek to stroke it. “I know, I’m sorry for that. I got…well, I got up my own arse a little. You got some sort of hold on me that makes me run berserk. I know it. Tell me when I’m being a cantankerous prick next time.”
That I could do. I leaned in for another kiss. A timid one, soft as a pup’s ear, filled with tender emotions that I felt inside but could not express. Perhaps should not as he seemed eager to avoid such feelings.
“You two about done down there?! We’re trying to sleep, but it’s awful hard to do so when that elf is screaming his head off!”
Smuta’s voice rang down the tunnel. My face burned hot. Asdren chuckled before rubbing his wide nose against mine.
“Wench is jealous,” he whispered to me and then turned to shout something in Dwarvish over his shoulder. “Let’s get back to the camp. No more solo wanderings about, right? I’d hate for you to fall down a shaft and break your pretty neck.”
“I promise. No solo wanderings.” He patted my cheek and turned to exit. I rose as well, as much as I could, and gave the end of the shaft an intense stare. Now that I was not caught in the web of Asdren Grimmane, I could pick up the faint thrum once more. I could not leave the beast to perish alone down here. It was now just a matter of convincing the others to search for it. Whateveritwas…
