Page 29 of The Pastel Prince

“Such a lovely man,” I whispered between soft tastes of his mouth. He began to rut against me, his cock thick and hot. With a tender kiss on his lips, I rose up to settle myself with his shaft resting under my balls. The fat head skimmed my hole. We both moaned. “Would you…will you…” I fumbled over my request. “I would like…”

“Tell me what it is you wish from me, Kenton, and I shall move the Witherhorn range to see your wishes granted.” He nipped at my throat as his prick moved back and forth over my hole.

“I would have you inside me.” I thought to add more to my plea. To let my fears of our possible ends spill out of me, but I held my concerns. Why sour this moment with trepidation and anxiety? If this were to be our only night together as lovers, then let it be a joyous one free from worry. Emptying my heart of all the darkness that awaited us, I poured everything that I was, that I yearned for, that I felt for him into a long, ravenous kiss.

“Are you sure? You’re a delicate woodland royal and I am a lumbering, half-bred brute.”

“You are no brute. You are kind, loving, loyal, and gentle. I would have no other for my lover, now or in the future.”

His blue eyes, darkened with passion, softened at the corners. “Then let us become one, my beautiful bosk orchid.”

I smiled at the reference, recalling the lithe, glorious pale green flowers that grew in the richest parts of the marshes. Being in his arms made me feel as if I could rival the most stunning of blooms.

He moved with grace and dexterity, lifting me from the pool, his hands under my ass. I clung to him like a vine, my hands clasping behind his thick neck. He stepped up and out of the water, his teeth nipping along my jaw, then carried me to one of the stone benches. There he placed me on the ground, snapped open his clean shirt, and dried me with it.

I purred like a barn cat lazing in a sunbeam. He rubbed at my hair, smiling as I peeked through the material at him. I moved into his arms, rising to my toes to steal a kiss. The ends of my hair tickled my buttocks, water dripping from them to run down the back of my thighs. I snickered at the sensation. He lifted his head with a questioning look on his face.

“The water tickles the back of my knee,” I informed him.

“Ah, I have not done my duty as a proper manservant, have I?” He gave me a quick peck on the tip of the nose before going to his knees. “Here, my lord, place your tiny foot on the bench so that I might dry your fair skin before it wrinkles like a grape left on the vine too long.”

I laughed aloud as I did as he asked. He ran the shirt over my calf and along the back of my thigh, catching the droplets on one leg then the other. His playfulness made me feel light of heart, giddy, and uncaring of the dark world outside this ramshackle hut.

“Oh, one has escaped me,” he proclaimed, ducking under my leg to capture a stray drop. His mouth moved sinfully over my skin, his tongue flicking out to catch the droplet, then slowly licking a hot path up to my buttock. I rolled my hips open more, and he slid around me, his mouth now on my ass. I gasped at the first touch of his tongue to my entrance. He licked a wide path over my hole. My breath caught as he fondled my balls, my cock thickening with each swipe he made. “You taste like divinity.”

“More, please, more.” I bent over, one foot still resting on the damp stone bench. He rubbed his cheek over my hole, his whiskers rough on the tender flesh, and I fell forward. Hands splayed on the bench, hips rocking back to offer my ass to him wholly.

“Gladly,” he mumbled before pressing the tip of his tongue into me, over and over, the firm tip pulling long groans from me. He feasted like a man starved, using his tongue and a finger in ways that I never knew could be used. His finger slid into me with ease, finding a spot hidden away inside that made my knees buckle when he rubbed it. Words were impossible now, or nearly so. His grip on my stones combined with his finger up my ass left me a drooling, needy dullard.

“Ah, touch me there…yes! Do it again!” I yelled, my fingertips trying to find purchase on a moist stone. Just as my balls began to draw up, he sat back on his heels, eased his spittle covered finger from me, and released my balls. My cock throbbed like an infected toe. “No, no, do not stop!”

“This is just the beginning, Kenton.” He dropped a dozen kisses on my trembling cheeks before rising. His cock brushed my hole. “Stay there. I need to find something.”

I felt foolish standing here with my cock and balls dangling, my ass slick with spit, and my face flushed with want. Beirach returned quickly, running a hand over my back as he stood behind me.

“Yes, yes, I want you,” I panted like a pack mule after scaling the Witherhorn.

“And you shall have me,” he vowed as he pulled the cork out of something. I looked over my shoulder to see him pouring a liberal amount of what smelled like pink lotus oil on his fingers and prick. The aroma was floral and musky. We’d been using it on Eldar’s dark bruises to ease the discomfort. He worked it along his shaft as I watched, spellbound. “Now let me control things, Kenton. I know your blood is hot, but this must be a slow joining. This is your first time, and I wish it to be enjoyable.”

“It will be,” I whispered, letting my head drop down between my locked arms. I stared at my cock dripping onto the floor. “Please hurry…I’m half mad with want for you.”

“I know, my love.” He bent over me, kissed the nape of my neck at the same time he pushed two fingers into me. I keened in pleasure, arching my back to get those fingers deeper. He let me ride his fingers for a moment before tugging them free to tap at my slippery pucker with his cock. Low, eager sounds fell out of me. When his cockhead began to stretch me open, I stiffened.He rubbed my back. “Breathe, my darling, yes, that’s it. Let your body adjust. You are doing so well.”

I squeezed my eyes shut until the fat head was in, and then I exhaled shakily, my legs trembling. Pushing in bit by bit, he paused often to kiss my shoulder blade, my neck, and my ears. He ran his fingers down my spine, then rubbed a finger pad around where we were now joined. When I would find my breath, he would ease in further until, after what seemed like a lifetime, he was fully seated. My cock had withered like a spent bloom but was now rigid again. I could barely draw a breath. He filled me so completely I could only huff out short bursts of air.

“Easy now, my sweet, easy. We will go slow,” he assured me as he began to pump his hips, easing out and sliding back in, his balls bouncing off mine. “There, yes, that is better now, yes?”

I nodded. “Yes, much better,” I agreed. The burn was still present, for his cock was fat and long, but the fullness was now less pain and more pleasure. “Much better…”

“Good, my love, good.” He stroked my sides as he moved with more speed. The faster he thrust, the thicker his prick grew. “Let me have your prick.” He reached around to find my swinging cock. I rose to my toes, pushed back, and let him stroke and fuck me into oblivion. “Come for me, Kenton.”

The hot splash of his spend deep inside me toppled me over the precipice yet again. I shot all over his hand, ropes of spend coating his fingers as he pressed gently into me one last time with a growl that made my cock spurt yet again.

“Are you…did I harm you?” he asked while stroking my prick as his shaft throbbed inside me. “You yelped…”

“Cries…of pleasure,” I huffed, thoroughly winded, my body shaking gently.

He dropped a kiss to my shoulder, eased out, and swept me into his arms. I curled into his hairy chest, my sight on his face as he carried me to the bubbling spring and stepped back intothe waters. The smell of minerals, lotus oil, and sex washed over me before we lowered ourselves into the heat. I sighed when the waters flowed over my tender hole. He found my lips. I opened for him, eager to taste him.

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