Page 9 of The Ivory King

“You say you have been with others sexually?” He slid a finger into me as he asked.

“Ah, that…oh that.” I sighed, my grip on his prick tightening. “Mm, yes, two courtesans at the castle. Oh! Touch me there again. Yes!” My body lit up like a stormy sky as he rubbed a spot deep inside me.

“Male or female?” He added another finger.

“Female…does it…ah Ihdos!! Does it matter?” I writhed on the bed like an adder.

“Yes, greatly. Perhaps I should not—”

My eyes flew open. I caught his gaze and held it just as firmly as I did his cock. “If you do not sink into me now, I will surely go mad.”

He paused but a moment, before one side of his mouth twitched upward. “A mad ruler is not what the vills of Renedith requires.” He sat back and dribbled oil over my hand and his prick. I worked it all over his shaft, then let my hand fall to the bed as he placed one leg over his wide shoulder. His cock rested at my hole.

“Now, please, my love, my protector, my dearest friend, love me,” I huffed as he sank into me, slowly, so slowly. And I was grateful for the restraint, for my body was not accustomed to such a fat cock. I fingered myself every time I self-pleasured but two thin fingers did not compare to a thick prick. “Ah shit!” He froze. “No, no, I am fine, fine, more. I am just…shocked at the burn. Do not stop, V’alor, do not stop loving me.”

“As if I could,” he whispered, then pushed in deeper, inch by inch, until I was so full of my love that I could barely breathe. “Are you well?”

“I am…filled,” I panted. He went to ease out. I grasped his hips, keeping him seated. “No, please, it is a sublime burn.”

“You are sublime,” he replied so softly I had to strain to hear him. My love was not a man of great flowery words. V’alor was a man of action. But when he did speak of the tender things, he spoke so divinely. “Speak up if I hurt you.”

I ran my hands over his shoulders to cradle his face. “You could never hurt me,” I whispered and slowly willed myself to relax. He dropped kisses to my face as he began to move his hips, slow rolls and timid thrusts that soon erased the initial sting. He hiked my legs up higher, shoved a pillow under my ass, and steadily increased his pace until we both resembled war horses. Flanks a sheen of sweat, chest laboring, muscles straining.

“I am…you are…wonderful,” I cried out incoherently. My old tutor would be appalled to hear how inarticulate I was at the moment. Master Redbrook had always taken great pride in himself for how well he had taught me to form cohesive thoughts and speak with clarity and proper enunciation. “The mark of a true noble statesman is elegant speech delivered with concise diction even if the words are dubitable,” he loved to proclaim as I watched clouds floating by the nursery window. I did not understand then, but I did now. “Move your…yes, that way…close so close.”

Perspiration dotted his brow, a droplet running down to dangle on the tip of his aquiline nose. I caught it with my thumb. His eyes glowed with such passion that I could barely breathe, and then the flare at the base of my spine ignited. A cry left me that he quickly captured with his mouth. My knees were pushed into my chest as my release crashed over me like one of theturbulent summer storms I’d witnessed while at the capital. I took my cock in hand, but it wasn’t needed for spend spurted over my chest, fingers, and chin.

V’alor made a sound akin to a hungry rock bear leaving its den after a long winter rest. His hips pumped madly, his body tensed, and he pressed into me so far that it stole my shaky breath. The hot wash of his seed deep inside me brought forth another pulse of cum that I used to milk more from my cock. Our sights stayed on the other throughout until his arms began to tremble. He shifted then, only enough to ease his slippery cock out of me, removed the pillow, and let my legs fall to the sides. He moved back over me, caging me betwixt his arms as he lapped up each pearlescent drop of seed, even the ones that had dotted my chin. His actions made me laugh lightly. He licked a path to my mouth. I enfolded him with arms and legs, cinching him close as our tongues tangled languidly.

“I am replete.” I sighed when our kisses slowed. “Replete, and so happy,” I added, which got a somber look from V’alor. He pulled back, both mentally and physically, but as was the norm for him, he said nothing. I lay there as he moved to leave the knotted bedding, noting that his back and buttocks were scored from my fingernails. I ran a fingertip over one red welt. He hissed softly. “Apologies for your back. I have no recollection of clawing at you so violently.”

“I did not mind. The sting adds to the pleasure,” he replied with a fast look over a sweaty shoulder. I nodded. That it did. So very much. “Rest. I shall bring you a rag to clean yourself.”

He rose from the bed, fine linen sheeting falling from his long legs. I enjoyed the flow of muscle under taut skin as he padded to the washbowl and pitcher on an ornate side table by the brazier. The water would be cool now. If we wished for hot, I could ring for the staff, but I would rather clean myself with cold water than invite a stranger into this room right now. Itwould only add to V’alor’s tempered unease. My eyes closed as he splashed water into the bowl, the sounds of the night filtering back into the room. I could still hear a bard with a lute, but the noises of drunken debauchery seemed to have died down.

“Aelir, I have a rag for you.” I blinked awake, groggily, and smiled up at him. He returned the smile, sat down, and moved my hand from my tacky chest. “For such a petite male you have considerable spend to clean.”

“My balls are large,” I sluggishly answered as he wiped my chest, neck, and chin clean.

“So Umeris claims.” I laughed softly, then moved aside a bit. When he saw the empty space, he shook his head. “I should not stay. In truth, I should not have come at all.”

“Please, lie with me. The deed is done, V’alor. We are intimate now, and I am happy for it. Hold me until the sun arrives. Tell me of your love for me until I find sleep in your arms.”

He glanced at the doorway. We still had time. The stars were still visible. “I wish I could find a way to deny you anything.”

“You have denied me aplenty. From cookies to outings to wishes for striped cats from the Black Sand Isles,” I said with a smile as he dropped the rag to the floor and stretched out beside me. I moved quickly to burrow into his side. As soon as my head found his chest, his fingers moved into my hair. Combing it, lifting it from my tacky back, then letting it fall over us. He moved the covers up over our cooling bodies. “Do you care for me, V’alor?”

His gentle play with my hair stalled for a moment. “You ask that of me after I have been inside you?”

“Sex is not love. One can be enjoyed without the other. I wish to know if you care for me as deeply as I care for you.”

He carried a handful of gold locks up and released it. It floated down to cover his chest.

“I care, Aelir. Far too much for my peace of mind.”

I placed a kiss on his dark pink nipple. “Loving someone should not upset your mind. Tell me when you first fell in love with me as a man.”

He drew in a long breath, his chest rising, then falling as he exhaled. The scented cones in the brazier spat and sizzled as the lone flame left light on the reddish scales.

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