He mumbled something in Dwarvish. Eyes closed, nose buried in the lone pillow, I waited for him to deliver a stinging blow to my backside. The rough blanket felt good on my cock pinned between myself and the bed, so I rocked my hips as he moved around the room. I was tempted to peek to see what he was doing but remained as I was. The bed sagged behind me. I sucked in a sharp breath as I had learned to do when my grandmother would paddle me. A hand rested on my cheek,softly though, no harsh smack. A gentle caress. A tickle as one finger began to move across my buttock as if he were writing or drawing. My balls drew up when that finger slithered down the crack of my ass.
“Connecting the dots,” he told me in a voice so deep and thick that a soft groan burbled out of me. “So many freckles on such snowy white skin. I can’t bring myself to mar your flesh with my hand, but I think I could leave a different mark on it…”
He bent over me, stiff cock resting under my balls, and began dropping small kisses to my back in erratic patterns. “First, I need to kiss every fucking freckle on your body.” And with a growl, he did just that. Twenty kisses. Fifty. A hundred. His lips roamed over my back, shoulders, and down my sides, coming back finally to my spine. “I’ll get the front later.” He nipped at the nape of my neck then licked a hot, wet path down my spine. His fingers glided along my ribs to my ass, digging into the taut orbs to spread them wide. I gasped at the rush of moist breath over my hole, then it was gone. He nibbled at my buttock then began suckling on it, loudly, making me wriggle and moan as he left one mark then another, and then moved to the other cheek to suck another love mark. Yes, it made me wince, and yes, I loved it.
“Asdren…” I moaned as I rolled my head to the right.
“Right here, Vol’ka Dor. Tell me what you want, sweetling.” He tongued his way to my hole. Words fell out of me. Senseless things and primal, soft squeals of pleasure.
“That…that…I want that,” I begged while slowly grinding down into the bed.
“Then place your hands on your arse. Spread yourself wide for me.” His breath feathered over my opening like a warm breeze. Not that I normally exposed my hole to the elements, but…who cared. I hurried to do as he bid, grabbing my cheeks with shaking hands. “What a sweet hole you got. I’m going totongue you open, then give you some fingers, three fat ones to open you even more, and when you’re slavering like a dog at the butcher’s back door, I’m going to slip my cock into you so deep and so well that you’ll not forget you were fucked by a dwarf.” He dropped down to his belly with a huff and placed a kiss on my hole. “I’ll not hurt you, Chirp. I vow on my very own life that this joining will ride with you for all your days.”
It all sounded too glorious, so I whimpered a meager whimper while tugging my ass cheeks wider. He buried his face in my ass, grabbing my dangling cock and balls in one rough hand. I rounded my back, lowered it, and then lost all reasonable thought as his tongue worked into me and out, wet sounds and rough pants filling the room as he began to take me apart. No one had ever done this to me. None had ever offered. The other men I had played about with were all about me on my knees or them on theirs. Aside from that one who had been uncaring of anything except his own rapid release.
“Yes, I want that so much,” I panted out, my fingers slipping from my arse. Asdren took over, pushing his face deeper as he opened me up. Hips in the air, face on the bed, he worked a finger in, then two, crooking them to find that magical spot inside that made the cosmos erupt behind my eyelids. “Yes, more…more…make me remember this night.”
Spittle ran down my balls from his feast on my ass. I loved it, every second of the wetness and the deep growls as he worked me open. I loved the touch of his hand on my thigh, the brush of his stiff cock against my calf. I loved the burst of stars each rub of his fingers deep within me brought forth. I loved this so much. I loved him. I did not want to leave him behind.
“More, more, fuck me now. Please, please, Asdren…” Begging was not in the least as shameful as it should be. I would grovel for his cock, for the taste of his mouth, for the tickle of hisbeard skimming my ass as he got to his knees behind me. “Yes, yes, now. Please, now, I am…so close…so close.”
“Easy now, easy.” He rubbed my back as he fumbled about with crockery. The aroma of that old butter filled my nose and mouth as I worked to calm my breath. “This will ease the way. You are the most beautiful thing that has ever come into my life.” He was huffing now, his fingers leaving my body to dip into the butter crock. I lifted my hips higher, eager for his prick. He toyed with the edges of my furl until I fell into begging for his cock yet again. Then the bed shifted. The fat head of his cock nestled against my slippery hole. “Bear down as I push in.”
He pressed in. My body tensed. “Easy, easy, breathe, Chirp. Breathe and bear down. Yes, yes, ah yes, that is it.” His cock slid past a tight ring of resistance, then he rested there, barely inside me, allowing me to adjust. “Good lad, good lad.”
“Not a lad,” I ground out as my hole stretched wide to accept his fat cock.
“Sorry, right, good elf then. Very good elf. Best elf on this fucking continent.” He eased in further, then further still, kneading my ass as he worked himself inside me. It burned. His possession made my channel ache, yet I craved more. I rocked back to ease more of him inside me. He gave my ass cheek a slap. The sting took my mind off his first full thrust. “You’re being greedy, Chirp.”
“I need more.” He moaned roughly when I tightened around his cock. “I want to feel you inside me for days. Days and nights. Forever…”
“So be it, my Vol’ka Dor.” He eased out and drove back in with a thrust that robbed me of my senses and my breath. Aching, needy, on the verge of orgasm, I arched my back to get him deeper. And deeper he went. The slap of sweaty skin mixed with mumbled words and throaty grunts as he grabbed my hips. With a yank, I was impaled on his prick. The spurt of hotcum inside me sent me over. No touch required from my lover, my cock pulsed, spewing seed over the dirty coverlet as Asdren filled me. My mind left me for a moment, my thoughts scattered to the winds, riding the currents like pink and white butterfly kaleidoscopes during their mass migration south to the coast. There I lingered, shuddering still, spend oozing from me, until my legs gave out. We slid to the bed, him tight to my back, his cock kicking. He lay there atop me for a long moment in time, dropping soft kisses to my shoulder before easing out of me. His cock left a wet path over my tender ass cheek.
“By the shale,” he gasped, falling down into the bed beside me, his thick arm lying over my heaving back, one sturdy leg tossed over my thigh. “If I die…here and now…I go a happy dwarf.”
I moved to my side with great care to ogle at his proud profile. “Do not die,” I whispered, reaching out to pluck at one of the remaining blue beads in his thick beard. Several had been lost over our time spent in the mines. How I wished I had something to give him to remind him of me when I was gone. His leg and arm stayed resting on me, heavy, yes, but perfectly weighted to keep me beside him. He glanced my way, blue eyes hooded with spent passion.
“We all die, Chirp. Some sooner than others.”
“I know, I just…I would be saddened at your passing.”
“And I at yours.” He tugged me to his side, his chest a fine, firm pillow for my cheek. “I don’t reckon either of us will expire this night, so cast that worry from your head. Rest here with me for the night, sweetling. We can talk more of life and death when the dawn warms the tundra.”
I moved closer, lifting my head for a kiss that he gave me without reservation. Deep, long, and searing, his lips moved over mine as our hearts slowed and our bodies cooled.
I buried my face into his chest, committing the way the pelt on his chest felt on my heated cheek. I lay there for what seemed ages until his soft snores told me he was slumbering. Aching in ways both mental and physical, I drifted off, dreaming of flying among the clouds. I came awake to the rattle of a raven nearby. Sitting up slowly, tender in intimate places, I glanced at the dirty window. Dawn was nigh, the black of night slowly giving way to the first touch of salmon. I ran a hand over Asdren’s meaty biceps before bending to kiss his shoulder. He never twitched or made a sound. He slept like a hibernating bear. Looking down on him, I gently unbraided one of the thin plaits in his beard to remove a blue bead. A memento of us.
Easing out from under him, I covered him with the ratty blanket and washed his dried seed from betwixt my thighs. Jaculi still rested by the hearth, silent, his eyes locked on me as I dressed and gathered my saddlebags, bow, and quiver. I placed the bead in my coin pouch and dug about a bit until I uncovered the sparkling green gemstone. My sight darted to the dragonling by the dying fire.
May I give this to him?
Jaculi remained in a tight ball as he regarded me.
It is mine. The start of my horde. A value beyond measure. What need of it does a dwarf have?
He has no need. It is a gift. To remember me by.
I suspect he will not forget you.
