Page 34 of Ceridor

Ceridor panted, his right arm not holding any of his weight, instead his forehead pressed to his left forearm. "Ja, go ahead."

I lubed us both up and pressed inside, sliding home in one thrust and preening at how tightly he squeezed me. Part of our fantasy was that if I fucked him often and gave him my seed, my precious wood nymph could stay in the physical world with me for longer. That wasn't how magic worked, according to my mage-trained boyfriend, but this was fantasy land.

Ceridor grunted, but something in it alerted me. Looking him over, I saw him favoring his right arm some more.

I withdrew and pulled him up and against me so that he gave me his weight. "This better?"

Ceridor yelped as I hauled him up, but then he relaxed back against my chest.

He eased against me and I sighed, wrapping my arms around him. I loved holding him like this.

"I love you," I said. "I'm so proud of you for fighting those men off and coming back to me."

Ceridor's eyes were clear when he opened them and locked gazes with me. I knew from his expression that this was what he wanted: not my fear, worry, or doubt, but my utter faith and confidence in his strength and ability. Even with injuries that had taken months at the monastery to heal, ultimately he had fought off four men who'd been thinking they could kill a man for fun and leave him on the side of the road.

"Thank you for believing in me," he answered, and I knew I'd read him right.

Ceridor reached up with his left hand and cupped my cheek, twisting around so I could kiss him.

"I will always come back to you," he promised when we parted.

That had to be part of our fantasy, because in our brutal world, I knew that wasn't a guarantee, for either of us.

"You will always be my wood nymph," I answered, leaping into our fantasy to protect my heart from worry.

Ceridor leaned in and smooched my cheek. "Fuck me, baby. Take what you need."

"I need you," I said and, gripping my shaft, I positioned myself at his rim and once again pressed inside.

Ceridor angled his pelvis and pressed back, sheathing himself on me with a pleasured moan. Unable to hold back any longer, I grabbed his hips and rammed myself in the rest of the way. Ceridor cried out and then clamped a hand over his mouth, but I still heard him begging me to keep going, to own him.

I reached around for his cock, but he swatted me away. Instead I hugged one arm around his waist, steadied his hip with my other hand, and thrust up into him with quick snaps of my hips.

He gasped and melted against me, the ragged pace of his breathing urging me onward and fueling my desire. In this position I couldn't withdraw very far, but his ass squeezed my cock like a vice and I flexed my muscles to rut into him.

"Please, please," my lover begged as I pulled him back onto my cock and forced him to take me until he made me come.

"Come inside me," he urged, even though I always did, but this was part of our imaginings for these characters. "Make me yours, so I can stay with you longer."

"You're mine," I growled and wished I'd put him up against the wall so I had a better chance of hitting his prostate.

I loosened my grip a little, needing that better angle. "Can you handle all fours for just a bit? I'm almost done."

It took a moment for him to process what I'd said, but then Ceridor nodded and leaned forward, holding his weight on his left forearm and jerking himself off with his right hand.

Now that we had more room, I confirmed we were still lubricated enough and then owned his ass. Spurred on by his lusty whimpers and moans, I found his prostate and gave it a hearty pounding, our balls slapping together with such force I marveled that he wasn't calling for me to ease up a bit. I was forceful with him, sometimes to the point of being brutal, but Ceridor begged for it so I kept going.

"I'm going to come," I warned.

"Give it to me," he urged. "Own me, make me yours."

"You're mine."

He threw himself over the edge with a stifled cry. His tight ass clenched and milked me for all I was worth. With a few more frantic thrusts, I squeezed his hips in a bruising grip andemptied into him, pumping till I was absolutely empty and had filled his ass with my cum.

We panted for a long moment, the edge coming off, the humidity of the bath swirling back in around us. I pulled out gently, hoping he wasn't sore. Ceridor came around and I pulled him into my arms.

"Lots of aftercare this time," I said, leaving no room for argument. "I get to spoil you."

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