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“I keep telling you there’s nothing to apologize for.”My turn.“Thank you for being so patient with me, even though I kept screwing things up over and over. And over. You’ve taken care of me in a lot of ways you didn’t have to. I’m sorry I didn’t make things easy on you. I... I...”Say it. “I’m really going tomiss you.”
“I am going to miss you too, David.” Strong orc arms pull me infor a hug.
I wrap my arms around him, and we stand there, holding each other. I can feel the sadness start to overtake me, the water in my eyes welling up, but it’s not until I hear him sniffle that I realize he’s crying too. Still no words, but his hold tightens, just a little. I’m not sure how long we stand there, but I’m not ready to pull away until my eyes are dry.
“So, I know it’s late,”and we both just got done crying,“but since it’s our last night together, and I was wondering ifwe could—”
“Bedroom and strip.” I’m given the three-word order before my mouth is captured in a hungry kiss.
I’m moving as soon as I’m released, pulling my shirt off on my way down the hall. I can feel Sir’s heavy footsteps right behind me, and when we enter, I go straight to the bed. I finish undressing while I watch him light the bedroom’s lantern before rummaging through his chests, pants drooping at his waist. When he stands back up, he’s holding a pair of leather cuffs connected by a chain. He finishes stripping and climbs on the bed to stalk over me.
As he kisses me again, he uses his free hand to pin one of mine above my head. Forgetting about everything except his mouth on mine, I make a questioning noise when I feel the first cuff attaching to my wrist. Never releasing my mouth, he pulls up my other wrist. The second cuff is attached, and an experimental tug reveals the chain is threaded through theheadboard.
He’s still kissing me, his tongue thick in my mouth. I want more, trying to memorize the way he tastes, as weird as that may sound. I whine when we break apart, feeling him chuckle as he moves to my neck, sucking bites into the sensitive skin. I tilt my head back to give him more room, biting my lip as he moves down my collarbone, then my chest, and then my stomach.
I feel the familiar press of the charm against me as Khazak moves between my legs, spreading them wide and pushing them back. Of course, he avoids my cock and moves straight to my ass. That sounded like a complaint; it’s not. At least I’m not wondering whether or not I can touch myself.
I shudder when I feel his mouth on my thigh, moving down to where the skin meets my groin. My hands curl into useless fists, squirming when his beard tickles me as he continues to bite. I breathe a sigh of relief when he finally moves to his real target, warm tongue swiping across my hole. The swiping soon turns into poking, and my toes curl when I feel him finally breach me, pushing in as deep ashe can go.
Sir eats my hole like it was a prisoner’s last meal, leaving my ass feeling wet and sloppy whenever he pulls away to breathe. His tongue fucks me hard and fast, spearing and spreading me as much as he can with nothing more than his hands to lift and hold me open. I find myself whining when he finally pulls away for good, settling me back on the bed and kneeling between my legs.
I feel the oil covered finger against my spit-slick hole next.When did he grab that?Doesn’t matter—finger one pushes in deep and is quickly joined by a second as Khazak pumps them in and out of me. When they’re pressed in all the way, he scissors them apart, making me gasp and squirm even more before they’re removed.
The next thing to enter me is Sir’s cock,finally. I can feel myself being stretched even farther; his dick so much bigger than two fingers. I’m glad that there’s still just the smallest hint of a sting. I want to remember as much of this as I can later. Bruises, hickeys, all of it. I wrap my legs around his waist when he finally bottoms out, pulling him into me.
Stroking his hands from my chest down to my sides, he holds me gently by the waist while pulling his hips back, pushing back into me slowly. I try to use my legs and urge him to go faster, but he’s content to move at his own pace, stroking his hands over my body as does.
“Ta sra’tor pik’qa avakesh vaz’ka sap,” he whispers almost reverently. “Ta ril’pa ta yee to’vash.Alak tiu.”
I don’t know what he’s saying, but it feels like I understand him nonetheless. I struggle in vain to reach him, lifting my head from the mattress and pulling at the chain with my hands. My efforts are rewarded when Khazak lifts my legs from his waist, bending me in half as he leans down to kiss me. Still buried to the hilt, he starts snapping his hips even faster, making sure to hitallthe right spots.
He growls into my mouth when my hole flutters against him, both of us knowing what’s coming. I grip onto the chain holding my wrists together tightly in both hands when I feel my hole starting to contract, and I cry into Sir’s open mouth as I cum on his cock for the first time tonight. Never slowing down, he grips me tightly by both shoulders, holding me steady while he drives himself in and out.
Happy to continue at this speed and pace, my senses are filled with nothing but Khazak. His weight pressing down on me, the way he smells, the taste of him in my mouth. He’s kissing me so deeply, it’s like he’s trying to consume me. I feel the same need, like it’s not enough. I need more. I struggle to follow when he breaks us apart again and cry out when he pulls out completely andI’m empty.
I don’t get the chance to voice my complaints. I’m quickly flipped onto my stomach, the chain at my wrists tightening as it twists with me. Strong green hands lift my hips, holding my ass in position as Sir quickly sinks back inside me. The sudden intrusion nearly makes me shout, but I hold back, not wanting to give him any reason to stop.I need more. He’s pounding me at an almost punishing pace, his hips roughly slapping against my ass each time. The sound of smacking becomes almost rhythmic, and it’s like I sink into a trance. When he starts to spank me, it’s almost too much.Almost.
“Harder,” I beg. “Harder, please. I need it.”I need your marks. I need to wear them long after I’m gone.“Please.”
It works, my master taking pity on me, smacking my ass harder and harder as he fucks me. It hurts, but the knowledge that I’ll be able to see the marks and feel the bruises for days only pushes me closer to that edge again. It only takes a few more spanks before I have my second orgasm, my hole spasming around his cock as it pistons in and out, never pausing.
Only when he gets close himself do his movements stutter, and with a tight grip on my hips, he slams forward, burying himself to the hilt. I feel the familiar pulse of his cock as he unloads, and happy as I am to know I’ll be able to carry part of him around with me, the knowledge that it may be the last time has the melancholyreturning.
Carefully slipping out of me, Khazak uncuffs my hands, gently rubbing my sore wrists as he settles me against him. We are both sticky and sweaty, but I don’t think either of us wants to wash any of this off, not right now. For now, he just holds me, taking one of my hands in his and splaying our fingers together, the gentle flicker of the lantern’s flame highlighting the sweat-covered curves ofhis body.
I’m going to miss this so much.
“Alak tiu,”I hear Khazak whisper against my neck, just before sleep overtakes me.
Chapter 20
Idream that I’m flying over the ocean again, only thistime the waters are quiet, the skies clear. I can feel the cool breeze against my face, my body, my wings. I feel calm. Free. The sun is shining brightly, high above the clouds. The longer I fly, the brighter it seems to grow. Then, off in the distance, I can see land appearing just over the horizon, right before everything fadesto white.
I wake up early in the morning. After spending two and a half months here, I’ve learned how to tell time in this room by the light of the sun, a skill that will no longer be useful after today. Normally, I’d be happy to let Khazak sleep in a little longer, but seeing as we only have a few hours left together, I don’t stop myself from reaching out for him.
I nuzzle my face into his chest, inhaling his scent, still trying to memorize as much of him as I can. I feel him stir, but he doesn’t move other than to stroke a hand down my back. Neither of us speaks, content to hold each other silently in thedark room.
Eventually, he does pull back slightly, watching me as he strokes a hand down my face. He’s wearing the barest hint of a smile, but it’s drowned out by the sadness coming off the rest of him in waves. I know I need to get up, get the day started, get ready to meet my friends and leave. But I can’t. Not yet.
