Page 36 of The King's Bodyguard
Gods. Landis is so beautiful, saying such things.Fighting breathlessness, I eased my finger out until only the tip rested on his rim and then I slid it back in. His body was more ready the next time. When he was more used to it, I inserted a second finger in, stretching his hole. Once again, I moved them around a little, sending sparks throughout his body and my own.
When I withdrew my fingers the next time, I could see that his hole was a bit wider. It twitched invitingly. My heart was hammering hard as I eased three fingers in, bringing the widest stretch I could. Landis was moaning, half-sobbing, clutching at my arms as his hips tried to thrust onto my fingers.
“I think you’re ready,” I grunted.
“I was-I was ready an hour ago,” Landis panted.
I leaned forward to kiss him, licked and nipped at his nipple, oiled his cock, and then my own. With my hand tugging on his balls and pinching the head, I helped Landis to come down a little. He was so on edge. I was as well, but I was damned if I messed this up. By the Goddess Meryn, I was going to make sure that we made the most of this time together.
Easing his hips up, I slid his slender, lightly muscled thighs upward so that his knees closed over my shoulders. Allowing hiscock to fall back onto his stomach, I braced his thighs with my hands and slowly pressed my throbbing erection down into his hungry ass.
Gods, was Landis hungry.He tried to move upward, but I kept his hips still, forcing him to slowly adjust to my length and girth. I didn’t want to tear him in our mutual haste, but it felt like it was going to take forever. As I slowly inched into him, I nearly choked. I was forgetting to breathe.
I couldn’t stop though. If I even so much as paused, I was certain that Landis was going to tear my arms off. Landis, lost in the throes of desire, was doubling himself over in an attempt to grab me. I leaned down to kiss him, nearly folding him in half. Landis moaned and whimpered, jerking beneath me in a vain attempt to rush the process. I managed to steady him and continue.
Lights danced behind my eyes, but I pushed through, focusing on the wide-eyed, sightless gaze of Landis. Landis’s gold eyelashes fluttered half-closed. His swollen lips were half-parted as his chest rose and fell with quickened breath. He was so glorious. And at this moment, he was mine.
When I finally bottomed out, I rested for a moment, giving Landis time to accustom himself to the feel of me inside of him. Landis writhed and clenched about me, deliciously tight and moist. I began to withdraw, which drew other agonized sounds and pleadings out of Landis. The tip of my leaking cock now slick with pre-cum and oil rested on the rim of his hole.
This time, when I pressed in, I quickened the pace. Landis cried out as my head brushed against his sweet spot. Reaching down, I pressed my left thumb on the skin just above the base of his tail. Massaging him there made him cry out again, nearly screaming with lusty frustration.
With each slow thrust and roll of my hips, Landis bucked upward. He cried, begged me to move faster, and scratched upmy arms in a vain attempt to draw me in deeper. In response, my hips moved in a steady rhythm, until the room was only filled with Landis’s very vocal encouragement, my harsh panting, the creak of his bed, and the slap of our flesh.
Landis’s cock hung between us, unattended. Leaving his tail alone, my left hand moved back up to close around his cock which was now flushed and veined. Landis was ready. I began to pump in rhythm, holding on to the slowly building peaks of pleasure that we rode together. With each new rising arc, my spine tingled. My tail rose, and my gasps became short, hard pants more akin to growls.
Then, rippling through him, Landis reached the pinnacle. He arched, stiffening into my touch as his muscles clenched about me—his thighs about my shoulders, his hole about my cock. I slammed into him again and again, pumping his cock remorselessly as his cum spurted out onto his stomach and chest.
Landis’s face, sublime in its ecstasy, was beautiful. I inscribed it in my memory even as the wave took me over after him. I didn’t want to stop. I never wanted this to stop, but eventually, I pulled out, spent and satisfied. I gently shifted Landis back to a more comfortable position on his back, and I fell forward to bracket him in my arms. Our spent cocks, our sweaty skin, our lips pressed against each other as we twined about each other.
When we parted from the last kiss, I rolled to the side, drawing Landis into my side. Landis, curling up beside me, sighed happily. He offered me another sloppy kiss and then rested his dark golden, damp curls against my shoulder. I brushed my fingers along the edges of his lightly muscled ribs, glorying in the feel of him against me.
Closing my eyes, I rested my cheek on his head. It felt right to have him here in my arms. When I came to Rimefrost, I had never imagined that I would end up in this position, but nowthat I had come this far, I knew that I had done the right thing by my friend. By the one I would have been glad to call my lover... or even mate. This night was perfect, and I never wanted it to end.
As a catkin of the night, as Munni, my body did not require sleep, but after such vigorous lovemaking, it was all too easy to doze contentedly at Landis’s side. Landis fell into a deep sleep soon after. After ensuring he was comfortable, I hunted down a cloth in the corner of the room where they usually placed his bath. I dipped the cloth in a bucket of lukewarm water standing at the ready and cleaned off Landis and then myself.
When Landis sleepily tugged on me again, I got back into bed, curled around him, and let him fall back asleep again. The sky began to shift to a dull gray with a hint of pink. Sunrise would be soon upon us. I wondered whether Landis would be interested in enjoying another bout of sex.
Before Landis began to stir, however, the door to Landis’s room popped open. A red mop of curls popped in. A serving boy by the looks of him. He was a slender, lithe young catkin with pale skin and a smattering of freckles. Half-Munni, I would have guessed. At the sight of me, cradling Landis in my arms, his eyes went wide. He ducked out right away.
I groaned. I had completely forgotten how busy Landis’s days were. He was often woken up quite early. The king worked as long hours as any laborer. Sometimes even longer. Looking down at Landis who sleepily nuzzled my shoulder and drooled a little onto my skin, I couldn’t help but smile with sadness and pride mixed together. I wanted to wake him up with kisses and teasing touches, but Landis really needed as much sleep as possible.
My plans to let Landis were completely ruined mere moments after as a loud hubbub broke into the outside hall. I could hear raised voices. There was a mad rush without. Someone peremptorily knocked on the door.
“Wha—?” Landis asked muzzily.
Someone else tried the handle. The door banged open. Lord Berran and Lord Berrymay stood at the forefront of a crowd. Behind them, the smirking face of Lord Morne appeared. My stomach instantly turned to ice.
Landis rubbed his face, pried himself up, and then, realizing the spectacle we posed, dragged the sheet up to his chest. Drawing himself up haughtily, he battled sleepiness to glare at the intruders.
“What is going on here?” He asked, his voice still rough with sleep.
“The serving boy’s claim is true,” someone said in a loud whisper about the door.
Some damned courtier. Was the whole palace here? The day guard, led by Ser Anderson, rushed in, surrounded the bed, and dragged me out. I didn’t attempt to hide myself. What had happened between Landis and I wasn’t shameful. I refused to apologize.
Raising my chin, I said, “Landis and I have done nothing wrong.”
“I told you!’ Lord Morne said with a venomous hiss. “The Munni upstart has already begun to deceive poor King Landis!”
