Page 22 of The King's Bodyguard
“C-Corrin,” he choked out. “Wh-what... what are you doing?”
“Providing some relief for my king,” I flirtatiously responded.
“Landis.”
“Pardon?”
“Just Landis. For tonight?” he asked quietly.
“Landis,” I said softly in his ear. “What am I going to do with you, Landis?”
Landis moaned, failing to find words. His hips bucked even as I applied a little pressure in my grip. I slowly stroked upwards, stopping at the head and teasing his slit with a firm swipe of my thumb. Landis choked back a long moan, mumbling incoherently about the gods. I grinned to myself. The gods would, I hoped, be impressed with my handiwork before long.
Deftly, I thumbed his head and then stroked downward. My fingers gently stroked his balls, rolling them expertly. Even without seeing them, I could tell that Landis had been well-endowed. It only tightened my own cock, swelling my arousal even more. In response, my fingers returned to the base of Landis’s cock and began to stroke up and down in an even rhythm.
Landis was babbling now about something. I ignored him. Focusing on the feeling of his length within my hand, I allowed my eyes to drift closed. I cradled his head against mine, cheek to cheek, enjoying the jerk of his hitched breathing, the clutching of his hands on my arms, and the desperate thrusting of his hips.
I refused to allow him to set the pace. I was in charge. There wasn’t anything I could do for Landis. Not really. I couldn’t save him from a marriage he feared. I couldn’t patch up the divide between his peoples, nor could I solve the issue of border disputes. What I could do was bring him happiness, here and now. I was going to succeed too, godsdammit.
Forcing myself to remain still, I braced against the tub and continued to tease Landis. On occasion, when his gasps came too fast and hard, I would pause, pinching his head, which nearly made him yowl in lusty frustration. Eventually, recognizing that Rolf couldn’t wait on us forever, I increased the pace of each stroke.
“Gods-C-Corrin-” Landis’s breath was now labored, and his voice had descended into a cock-tingling huskiness.
“Say it again,” I commanded.
“Corrin!” Landis’s voice rose.
He came finally, hips shuddering, fighting against the weight of my arm. His head fell back, his eyes closed and his face in the partial concentration of that heated moment. Without artifice, he gave way to passion, his cum in a milky spurt dissipating in the warm dark waters of his bath.
Landis sagged instantly, his head lolling in spent bliss. He nestled his forehead against my breath, gasping for breath even as his body slowly released its pent-up tension. I gently shiftedback, but I did not release him right away. It wouldn’t do for him to be alone right after. I didn’t want him to feel used. He’d been used enough.
“Corrin,” he breathed barely above a whisper. “That was...”
A pause.
“Unlike anything I experienced before. Nothing like when I do it myself... even when I’m thinking of you.”
I didn’t say anything. Part of me felt proud of what I had accomplished for Landis. I had done more than live up to his dreams. Part of me felt horrified and sad that this was the highlight of his sexual experiences thus far. He deserved better.
“I’m glad to give you some happiness,” I finally said. “Feel better?”
“Loads,” he said.
Landis shifted a little, cracked open an eye, and bashfully struggled to meet my gaze.
“You always make me feel better,” he sighed, offering a dozy smile. “I wish you could be around every day... but this is good too. Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” I replied simply.
And I meant it. Reluctantly, I pulled away, allowing his head to rest on the edge of the tub as he had no doubt been before.
“Don’t fall asleep,” I said in warning. “I don’t want to explain to Ser Hugh and Lord Gareth why I allowed the King to drown in his own tub.”
“Mhm. I won’t.” Landis forced himself to sit upright and began to scrub his arm in a distracted fashion.
“Good.” I rose to my feet. “I have to go deal with something. If you need help, give Rolf a shout.”
“Go deal with...”
