Page 19 of The Ivory King

Now that the hot water was waiting for us, my impatience grew. Finally, after what seemed forever, a soft rap on my chamber door shook me from my growing ill humor.

“Come,” I called and V’alor entered, his armor dusty as his brown hair.

“You asked to see me before the welcome feast,” he said, nodding to the guard stationed outside my door.

“I did yes. Umeris will require a hand to the king’s hall,” I said as the door closed on silent brass hinges. As soon as I heard it click into place, I flung myself at V’alor, my mouth slamming over his in a mad, passionate kiss that he eagerly reciprocated. He smelled of horse, road dirt, and sweaty male. I cared not if he reeked. I would sponge all the stench from him shortly. His tongue swept into my mouth, his fingers cupping my bare ass as I clutched at his short, dark hair. My toes barely touched the cool white marble floor squares as we feasted on each other. “By Ihdos, you are what I need.”

“Do you not wish tea and salted taffy?” he teased as I dangled off him like a lovesick squirrel clings to an elm. My voluminous robe floated about us, the yards and yards of sky blue moving in the salty wind as we broke for air.

“No, I wish to strip you from this armor and taste your spend on my tongue,” I replied, releasing my hold on the back of his gritty neck. My bare feet touched the floor. He ran his fingers over my cheek as he stared down at me.

“You wish to play at being a human squire?” His hand moved to my shoulder to gather up a handful of long gold hair. He lifted it and let it fall over my back, baring my shoulder to his lips.

“Yes, I would play at that and much more,” I replied breathlessly as he nipped at my clavicle. “Please, let me free you from this plate now.”

“Always impatient. You get that from Umeris.” I slapped his shorn head gently and got a short, gruff chuckle. Then he released me. “Remove my armor, squire.”

I licked my lips and began removing things as quickly as I could. Chest plate. Clang to the tile floor. Pauldrons. Clang. Vambraces. Clang. Gauntlets. Clang. Grieves. Clang. Sabatons. Those I kneeled to take off, much to V’alor’s wishes against me kneeling to him. Once he was freed of his plate, I nudged it aside with my knees, moving closer to him now, my sight locked on his stiff prick hidden inside chausses and hose.

“So many layers,” I said as I tugged and pulled until his lower half was bare. My mouth watered as I eyed his shaft, fat and erect, his balls dangling heavily. I rubbed my cheek against his cock, eyes drifting closed, as I took his stones in hand. “I love the smell of you…”

And I did. He was musky, yes, and carried the clinging scent of horse on his sweaty skin, but that only added to my arousal. Those were things that I linked to V’alor, those scents, and it made my cock weep steadily as I inhaled deeply.

“You are indeed heat weary if my stench arouses you,” he said in a thick voice.

“Perhaps. Let me enjoy your salty spend and see if it lessens my malady as salted taffy does,” I teased, turning my head to run my tongue around his cockhead peeking out from his generous foreskin. His chuckle was short, shifting into a deep moan when I took his cock down my throat. He worked at the padded shirt he yet wore, pulling it over his head while trying to watch me sucking his cock. The shirt flew over by the double doors.

“By Ihdos,” he gasped as he threaded his fingers into my hair, pulling gently as I liked while I began sucking him wildly. Without warning, he pulled out of my mouth, gathered me up, and dropped us both into the bed. Tiny petals of pink willowexploded into the air. I landed slightly atop him, my robe floating down with the willow petals to tickle his rigid cock as it settled over his groin. “Aelir, you are a song in my heart.”

I felt light as the pink petals, perhaps even more so for they were bound to fall back to the ground. My heart soared higher as he pulled me down for a long, searching kiss. I was one with the gulls soaring over the white-capped waves. Wings spread, I rode the currents of his love higher and higher, each kiss propelling me to the very clouds.

“And you are the man who holds my heart and soul,” I replied, slinging a leg over his thighs, his cock and mine aligned for a moment before I rose up. His prick slid between my legs, the fat head slipping over my hole, his eyes wide as he felt the slickery slide of passion oil. My hair fell down around us, sealing us in a silvery-yellow wall as his sight held mine.

“Did you ready yourself?” he asked, his hands now gripping my hips as I wiggled back and down, sitting fully on his cock, then sliding down with ease.

“What else was I to do while I waited for my beloved to come to me?” I enquired, voice shaky, as my body stretched to accommodate him. His hips punched up. I gasped. My robe slid off one shoulder as we began to rut. My fingers bit into his pectorals. His heels dug into the thick mattress. His cock pounded in and out of me, hitting a tangled bundle of nerves deep inside me. I threw my head back, flipping my hair from my face as I rode him hard and fast, frenzied with lust, my cock bouncing. He grabbed it, gave it a squeeze, and watched with sultry brown eyes as my muscles contracted around him. My prick kicked, spewing spend over his chest and belly as I flew through the clouds to linger with the stars. I felt him stiffen and then fill me with seed, a growl of pleasure accompanying me on my flight to the heavens.

His seed leaking from me as we lay tangled and spent did little to rouse me from the bed. Languid and lazy, I folded over him, legs tucked back, my knees pinned to his hips, and gently tasted his mouth over and over.

“I wish we could be here like this for eternity,” I whispered between kisses. His gaze found mine and held it as if he searched for something vast in my sleepy eyes. I quirked an eyebrow, pushing up to sit, the movement pulling a soft moan from the man beneath me. His fingers, as always, found my hair and tangled in it. “Do you doubt that what I say is true?”

“No, I just find myself wishing for the same.” I smiled widely as he moved his fingers through my hair with astounding gentleness for such rough, scarred digits. “And I know that I should not think of such things, for they are as out of reach as the moon sisters.”

“But they are not,” I hurried to say before his mood shifted from this slumbersome humor back to his usual defiant one. “Our wishes can be attained. All I need do is announce to the good people of our vills that we are soul joined and that you would be at my side, not only as my guard captain but as my noble consort.”

His dreamy look turned sour. “Ah, so you would announce to all of Melowynn that I am naught but a concubine with a sword.”

I drew back as if slapped. It felt as if he had struck me. “That was not at all my meaning.” I slid off him, his flaccid cock slipping out of me, and went to leave the bed. His hand fell to my arm. I threw a glower at where he grasped my bicep, but he held firm.

“Aelir, please, stay.” My sight rose from his hand to his face. Still slick with sweat from our lovemaking, those umber eyes of his mournful now. “I did not mean to be so tart with you.”

“Then tell me why you are so reticent about us,” I said, settling my backside to the bed and then crossing my legs to study him. He blew out a long breath, his hand gliding down my arm to take my left hand in his right. “Your parentage means nothing to me.”

“It does to your grandfather as it rightfully should.”

Ugh. This man and his damnable shame. He wore his ignominy as he did his copper armor, only he never shed his disgrace as he did his plate.

“Your bloodlines mean nothing. Truly.” His lips pursed. “What would it harm to have a consort with common blood? We will never have children and I shall never wed anyone but you.”

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