Page 38 of Ceridor

We got far enough from the path that we wouldn't be seen, but not so far as to lose it. Johann found a fallen tree propped up by a stump and patted it. "Put your hands on here."

I did so, thrilled at the orders that he delivered so simply, expecting to be obeyed. He hugged me a moment, unbuttoning my shirt so he could skate his hands all over me.

I sighed as the rough pads of his fingers coasted over me delicately, fingertips just ghosting over my skin and making the anticipation of where he was going that much greater. Then he retreated and I missed him.

Twisting around, I caught Johann—fully clothed—fishing into his bag for the lubricating grease and wetting a kerchief with hiscanteen. I righted and stayed facing away, spreading my legs a bit and planting my feet.

I felt him come up behind me, his closeness sending shivers down my body from head to toe.

Johann stepped up against my back and reached around me as if to give hug me again, but instead he undid my belt and unfastened my trousers. "Do you think you need to be prepped after this morning?"

"Likely not," I answered, plus I enjoyed the stretch.

He kissed the side of my neck, yanking my underwear down and grasping my balls and the base of my erect cock in a firm grip, sending lust running everywhere through me. "Can I fuck you, my beautiful wood nymph?"

Yes, I loved that fantasy. "Please, my lord," I answered.

"Don't move," he ordered, his voice soft but stern. "Squeeze my cock enough to make me come, then I'll suck you off after."

Holy shit, I was going to come just from his voice. "Yes, sir."

He gave a deep, satisfied hum at that, then withdrew and lubed up my hole, then himself.

The head of his cock pressed against my entrance and I schooled my breathing, trying to relax enough to take him, even though standing up like this with my trousers around my ankles made me want to tighten up like a coiled spring.

"You're so tight, baby," Johann praised, then pressed harder until my ring of muscle gave way and he slid in to the hilt, sheathing himself fully in my ass while I panted and bore down on him, trying not to cry out.

Dutifully I kept my hands on the fallen log while Johann hugged me, pulsing in my ass with little thrusts, forcing me to quiver around him as he nudged against my prostate. Johann spit in his hand and jerked me off for a few tantalizing thrusts, then teased my nipples and pinched them hard enough that I squeaked and clamped down on him.

Johann gave an awed sigh and that was enough. He clearly couldn't take it anymore, so he leaned back, grabbed my hips in a bruising grip, spread my cheeks with his thumbs and proceeded to nail me into oblivion. He eased out just a bit and yanked my hips back, bucking into me and slamming his cock home over and over, spurred on by my whispered begging, my whimpers and grunts. His heavy balls swung and slapped against mine, that pinch of pain and overstimulation shoving me closer to the edge.

I thought he was so wound up that things would end quickly, thus I teased him with dirty talk, telling him to punish me and own me. But it turned out, since he'd fucked me last night and once again this morning, for once he was milked enough to last a long time. My legs were trembling and my whole body threatened to give out as he kept up his punishing pace, relentlessly taking my ass until I couldn't put two thoughts together anymore.

"Touch yourself," he ordered. "Come on my cock."

"I can't," I pleaded, it was all too much.

"Do it," he commanded.

I knew I could use our safe word to stop him, but we were just on this side of it, and for some reason I loved having him be so rough and needy, so cocky and demanding. His cock was going to punish me until I did as he ordered and came.

I grabbed my cock and jerked myself furiously, my injured arm squawking at me, but I needed it so badly I'd just have to rest it later. All the sensations were so much to handle, my body was all but quaking and delirious with pleasure.

"Now," he ordered. "I'm fucking you until you come."

He pushed between my shoulder blades and I sank to the fallen tree, propping my forehead on my left forearm and pumping my cock with my right hand. The angle spread my legs a bit wider, straining against my trousers, pooled around myankles. Johann ramped up his pace even further, and the head of his cock found my prostate and pounded it with each forceful thrust. It all became so much I could barely keep jerking myself off, but somehow my cock realized what it was supposed to do and I came on a cry, spurting onto the forest floor.

Johann rammed through my spasming muscles until he shuddered and came on a grunt, his hot desire splashing inside me.

"You're so beautiful like this," he praised, rubbing my back as his cock pulsed some more and he emptied his balls. "I want this every day."

And shit, if I didn't want it too. For some reason, his strength and force really did it for me, and I loved to give in to him. "You can take me any time you want, Johann. As often as you need it. I want to be the one to give you pleasure. Use my body for it."

"Amazing," he said softly to himself.

I woke later, piled into Johann's lap. After cleaning up in a stream, I must have dozed off.

"We both took a nap," said my lover indulgently. "Your stomach growling woke me up."

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