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I grinned up at him, then kissed his nose and scooted around. Igor got on his knees and forearms, sinking into the mattress while I knelt between his legs and stretched him open with lubed fingers. I loved how his balls hung heavy as his cock leaked, and my massive lover shook his ass in my face and ordered me around. I'd barely gotten three fingers into him when he insisted he was ready and needed menow.

"I wantyouto stretch me," he said, his husky voice making my balls pull up tight and my cock ache with need.

Using the oil, I lubed us both generously and after confirming nothing hurt, I pressed inside slowly, sliding to the hilt with a blessed sigh. "So tight. Baby, you feel so good. Your body is my heaven."

Igor preened at that, his pleased hum sending happiness through me.

"Make love to me, Awariye," he urged. "Fuck me, now."

Those two sentences somehow made sense at the same time, because although we got wild and crazy in the bedroom, it was all filled to the brim with affection as we gave each other pleasure.

Igor growled and squeezed me impatiently, so I smacked his hot, hairy bum, withdrew, and plunged in further. Confirming we had enough lubricant oil, I grabbed his hips and fucked into him lusciously, his hot channel wrapped around me and milking my cock. Igor squeaked and groaned, begging me to hit that spot again, so I aimed for that same angle and hammered him over and over.

I tried to reach around and grab his cock, but he swatted me away. "I'm nailing you next."

"Oh fuck."

That nearly did me in. I increased my pace till I felt myself sprinting to the edge and Igor all but howled for me to fuck him faster and harder. I had no clue how I would survive another round so quickly but with glee and an absolute eagerness to find out I flung myself over the edge and came in his ass, spurting so hard trembles wracked through me.

Collapsing on his back, my hard cock still in his ass though rapidly coming down, I oozed against him and sang his praises. "You're so amazing, Igor. Gods, your body. I can't get enough."

I tried to stay in as long as I could, but my cock softened and slid out, and then Igor had hold of me and I slid off his back and onto the bed with a laugh. He flipped me onto my tummy and speared me open with lubed fingers, his prepping urgent but still thorough, insisting on making sure I could take him without getting hurt.

Then as my poor milked cock tried to rally, Igor hefted me onto my knees, lubed us both, and surged inside to my squeal. After confirming it wasn't too much, he fucked me quick and dirty, our balls slapping together and my startled gasps filling the room. His thrusts were so rough I squeaked with each smack until he found that sweet spot and gave it a good pounding, making me melt into the mattress as pleasure rolled through me and he dominated my ass.

He withdrew, the absence startling, and just as I yelped my protest, he flipped me over and tossed a pillow under my hips. Then he pressed inside again, hooking my legs in his arms.

I reached for him, wanting to hold him if I was flexible enough, this sweet man who could somehow be so turned on by my body.

I proved bendy enough because Igor settled in my arms with ease, our fucking less frantic at the new angle, but it still felt divine. I hooked my ankles behind his back and my arms around his neck, riding the wave from my orgasm and just letting him plow me till he'd had enough. Igor faltered and came on a guttural cry, emptying inside me as I carded my fingers lovingly through his hair and kissed his neck.

Igor growled in satisfaction and slowly withdrew, shifting to the side. I turned and curled in as he wrapping around me from behind. I shivered and he leaned up enough to snag the blanket and yank it over us. Satiated and calm, I drifted off to him holding me and softly breathing.

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

IGOR

Awariye snagged my elbow after breakfast. "Do you have some time, or are you heading off to training?"

Ulbrecht and Sören were discussing something across the hall, so I didn't immediately know what training they had planned for us. When I lived at the lodging house, usually one or both of them would come get the fighters lodged there in the morning and we'd run and train for the whole day to keep us in top shape through the winter. We generally knew to be up and ready by mid-morning.

Wren linked his arm through Awariye's and spoke to me. "You said you wanted to get to know the lanterns better, and maybe learn how to pray? We could try a few things."

I nodded. "I know the lanterns—they watch when we fight, at our backs, above and behind."

Awariye swallowed, my words surprising him. "They're that tangible?"

I nodded again. "What I was interested in was maybe praying to Kristoff's gods. Or singing to them, which I assume is what you do."

My lover smiled. "Sure. Let's go to the sanctuary."

"Uli!" Wren hollered across the hall, apparently unconcerned with interrupting them. "We're visiting the lanterns; can we borrow Igor?"

Ulbrecht halted mid-conversation and gave an approving nod. "Mind if I pop in later?"

"Please do," said Awariye.

We made our way to the smaller chapel on the other side of the castle from the main hall, passing our rooms and the kitchen along the way. All the while those two walked in front of me, attached at the hip and chatting and laughing together. Though I knew Awariye was mine—he was orgasming under me just this morning—I still understood why Ulbrecht watched them with a private look.

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