“Stew ain’t great. I don’t think humans know how to season food, but it’ll fill your hollows.”
“Is there meat in it?” I asked, wishing I had the nerve to discuss the end of our time together instead of asking about stew.
“Oh aye, but you can feed it to your dragonling,” he commented, his bare feet crossed at the ankles, the soles facing the fire.
“He come here when I was washing me stones.” With a wave of his pipe, he motioned to the dragonling curled into a small ball by the fireplace, snout tucked under his long tail. I’d not even seen him as Asdren had so taken up all of my senses. “Dug on the window like a stray cat. Thought to leave him outside but knew you’d get a wild hair up your arse if I did, so I let him in. Fed him my chunks of beaver, or maybe it’s muskrat…something oily they trapped in the lake, and he went to sleep. Funny how he knew to come to me looking for you. Guess they’re smarter than us who walk on two legs, eh?”
“Guess,” I murmured, my sight flitting back to Asdren. As it always did whenever we shared a space. He puffed on his pipe, the bowl glowing red for an instant, before letting the breath held in his mouth free. The smoke curled upward over his damp head. “I see he hasn’t feasted on your liver yet.”
“He ain’t reached size enough yet to gut a soul, but I’m keeping a close eye on my toes.” With that, he wiggled them. “You should eat that stew. Might be a long time until you get something warm in your belly.” He motioned to the bowl with his pipe, releasing it from between his teeth. Eyes on me, always.
“It smells rank,” I replied, suddenly unable to move from this spot on the warped floorboards.
“Aye, it was, but it’ll carry you over for a goodly spell. Eat.”
“I do not want it,” I snapped and got a quirk of a thick eyebrow.
“Then what do you want?”
The question was a simple one. One that I should have no issue with now. We had been together as lovers twice now, and asking him to make me feel wanted should be as easy as drawing a breath. Yet it was not, for I knew that come dawn I would ride.
“I can’t read your mind, Beiro. If you want something from the innkeeper say so, and we’ll see if we can—”
“You. I want you. I need you tonight!” My voice fell from a shout to a whisper. “I need you tonight.”
He stared at me for so long I began to worry if I had done something amiss. With a soft exhalation, he glanced down at his pipe.
“Huh, damn thing went out.” With a sigh, he tapped the burnt tobacco into the empty bowl resting beside the chair. I had not seen that there either. Perhaps I was going blind. His gaze rose from his old pipe to me. The heat I saw in his eyes made blood pool in my groin, stiffening my prick instantly. “You want to lie with me then wash your arse good first.”
My hands flew to the ties on my breastplate. “Slow. Slow yourself, Vol’ka Dor. We have all the time in the world, don’t we?”
I blinked at the offhand comment. “Sorry, I am…eager,” I coughed out. He nodded, bent to place his pipe in the bowl, and then sat back as if he were at the theater watching a show about to start. Perhaps in some way he was. Fingers trembling, I managed to free myself from my leather armor, letting it fall to the floor around me. His breathing was slow, mine fast, as I tugged my undershirt over my head.
“Very good. Now your breeches.” He leaned up slightly as I fumbled about with the ties, yanking at a knot violently until the lace snapped off. “Easy, lad.” I threw him a glare. “Sorry. Easy, elf grown.”
A nervous smile pulled at my lips. I eased my breeches and then the linen breeks under them, stepping out of the pile ofdirty clothing, bared to his hungry eyes. My cock was hard as a pillar, leaking, the slick head peeking out of the foreskin.
“Now wash. Soap up your arse good and your tight little balls.” I nodded and padded to the washbasin. A cloth hung over the side, wet, dripping onto the tabletop. A sheen of soap scum floated atop the water, but I cared not. I shoved the rag into the cold water, lathered up the soap—wincing at the burn from the small scrapes on my fingers I had gotten pushing my way through brambles. “Turn to face me. That’s it. By the shale, you are the loveliest thing I have ever seen.”
I had never felt so out of place or so aroused. Fearful of shooting off if I even touched my aching cock, I washed everything but my shaft with speed. “Wash your cock as well.”
“If I touch myself…” I stammered, holding a wet, soapy rag.
“Then we shall simply get you hard again. Wash. Your. Sweet. Cock.” His eyes were lit with desire as he observed me taking myself in hand. A moan escaped as my fingers fisted my prick. “Damn, you are a sight. Get yourself off if you want. We got all—”
“No, I…would rather you bring me over,” I whispered. He grunted, his nostrils flaring as he rose. The front of his underdrawers was tented. I wet my lips as he neared. He held out his hand for the wash rag. Gently, shakily, I dropped it into his palm.
“Such a sight you are, darling. Cheeks flushed, cock hard as a pick handle, lips begging to be plundered.” The touch of the cool rag on my hot prick made me gasp then moan in delight as he wrapped his fingers and the rag around my cock. A shudder ran through me that he could not miss seeing. “Look down at me.”
I met his gaze as the rag fell to the floor with a soft splat. “What do you want from me on this night?”
“Everything,” I managed to say before I bent down to press my lips to his. His response was a deep, low growl as his arms went around me. His tongue slid between my lips, the tickle of his facial hair adding to the intensity. He tasted of tobacco, ale, and slightly of butter. He grabbed me around the middle, strong hands on my hips, and then hoisted me onto his shoulder.
“What is this?!” I yelped as he waddled me over to the bed, my toes bouncing off the floor as he walked. The imagery of this sturdy dwarf carrying an elf over his shoulder like a bag of turnips made me giggle. With a huff, he threw me onto the mattress. I bounced just once, sending straw dust into the air. “You are a foolish dwarf.” I laughed and got a saucy smile from him as he dropped his pants to his ankles and stepped free of them. My eyes roamed over his burly, stout form. So much hair. So many thick muscles. So glorious a cock. The silliness I had felt burned off like fog. “Will you spank me?” He gave me a befuddled look. “You said you would do so for my disobedience in going off into that cavern where Jaculi was found.”
“That what you want?” His sight moved over me spread out on the bed. My cock twitched at the intensity of his stare.
“I do…mayhap? I do not…perhaps? It arouses me to think of it.” The confession was heartfelt. “I would try it.” I moved onto my stomach, face buried in a pillow of old goose down and straw that crunched with old age under my head. “Do with my arse as you wish.”
