Page 101 of Storms & Sacrifice
“Can... Can we pretend?” I ask into his chest, hands still trying to pull us closer. “Just for a little while longer?”
There’s a flash of something in his eyes—hurt, understanding, lust?—but I don’t ponder it for long. With a gentle nod of his head, he leans forward to capture my mouth. I close my eyes out of habit, leaning forward against his lips. I eagerly open my mouth when I feel his tongue seeking entrance, and Khazak rolls me onto my back, climbing over me as he deepensour kiss.
My hands roam all over his back and neck, reveling in the way his weight feels on top of me. Our morning erections grind as he ruts himself against me. One of his hands moves to my hair, tugging gently and letting him change the angle of our kiss as he desires. His other hand slides down my side, cupping my cheek gently as it spreads me, inching closer to my hole.
The finger is gentle, checking for any damage, and to see how slick I am from the night before. My hands tighten on his shoulders as he breaches me, and I hold back a small whimper of pain, not wanting to risk anything that might stop him. All while never breaking our kiss, still holdingme close.
Satisfied that I’m still prepared, I feel his precum-slick cockhead rubbing along my ass, guided by his hand. Pulling back for just a moment, Khazak brings his hand up to his mouth, spitting into his palm and slicking it over himself. Wet cock against my hole, he pushes down until he finally breaches me, making the both of us gasp as our mouths meet again.
His hips start slow, the bed softly creaking as he slides in and out of my body. The lack of real lube feels a little rough, and the angle is awkward, but I don’t care. I want more. I don’t want this to stop because when we stop, everything is over, all of this ends, and we both have to go back to our regular lives. Whatever those even are anymore.
It does have to end eventually, though. Sir starts to thrust faster, and stronger, and after only a few more, he pushes in deep, holding himself steady while a familiar warmth spreads through my lower body as I’m bred. I wrap my legs around his waist, not ready for the moment to be over. We lay there together, still attached, breathing against each other’s skin, holding each other tightly.
Wordlessly, Khazak lifts himself from his position atop me, his now-soft cock slipping out of me. My hole twitches in response, and I silently bask in the soreness of my body.I hope it lasts for days.Looking up, I meet Khazak’s gaze in the dim morning light, his hand reaching out to stroke a thumb down my face. He leans forward to kiss me again, and I feel so many different emotions coming through—hope, sadness, longing—that I have to wonder if I’m not projecting my own as he wordlessly helps me from the bed.
We clean up together in the bathroom in silence. I know I should probably shower, that it will be my last hot shower for gods know how long, but the thought of scrubbing away the last of Khazak on my body makes me stop cold.I’m going crazy.
I gather my things together while Khazak works on cooking something for breakfast. I finished packing yesterday, but I search through everything one more time, just to make sure that I don’t forget something. As I go through the chests in the bedroom, I find myself pulling out some of his clothes and smelling them.I’m really glad he’s in the kitchenright now.
By the time my bag and weapons are in a neat pile by the door, Khazak is finished with breakfast. I wasn’t really paying attention before, but now I notice the familiar smells in the air: coffee and bacon. I’m not surprised when Khazak bypasses the table in the kitchen, pulling me onto the couch and over his lap. I would have never thought it possible to feel both joy and sadness while being hand fed pieces of bacon, but here we are.
When my belly is full and the coffee has gotten my brain working, it’s almost time to go. We are meeting my friends at the north gate, the closest one to our next destination. Even though I’ve got everything together, I still feel myself dragging things along, trying to milk every last second I have here. Stupid, I know.
I strap on my pack and swords (of which I am now carryingthree) when I can’t delay things any further. Khazak looks me over, making sure I’m dressed for the journey, and then triple-checks that I’m not leaving anything. At a certain point, it feels like we’rebothstalling, standing near the front door in silence.
“Well, I suppose it is time for you to leave.” He tucks some hair behind my ear—I’m gonna need another haircut soon.
“Yeah, I guess it is.” I nod sadly, watching him reach forthe door.
I give the house one last look after we exit. This place has been my home for the last two months. It’s weird to think I might not be back here to see it again. At least not for a long time. I can’t help but feel the same about a lot of the places we pass on our walk: the station, the marketplace, the Hall of Honor in the distance. This place made such an impact on me in such a short time, and the rest of the world doesn’t even knowit exists.
Khazak and I exchange glances as we walk north together. I keep finding myself wanting to reach out and take his hand, but anytime I do, I get a flash of worry that my friends might see, and my arm remains stiff by my side. Maybe he can read my mind, or maybe he just notices the turmoil on my face, but Khazak reaches a hand out to my shoulder, squeezing gently.
Eventually, the north gate comes into view along with the rest of the wall. As we get closer, I notice the small crowd gathered around its base: all of my friends and Khazak’s family. I knew we’d be getting a send-off, but again, I didn’t expect it to be this big. This is everyone from the going away party last night.
“There you are!” Adam calls to me as I approach. “We were starting to wonder if you’d decidedto stay.”
“Can’t get rid of me that easily,” I half-joke back.
“You sure?” Liss addssnarkily.
It feels good to be back with my team. It also feels weird to have everyone here right now staring at me, so let’s get these goodbyes going, so we can get out of here. I go to Arik, Glasha, and Nikka first, giving each of my former coworkers a hug. Arik can’t help himself and reaches down to pinch my ass, but Nikka pushes a small bag into my hand after her and Glasha’s turn.
“More smoke bombs,” she tells me. “They saved lives before, and they will doit again.”
“Thank you, Nikka.” I reach behind me to tuck the bag into one of my pack’s pouches. “It was really great working withyou all.”
“You too, David,” Glasha answers with a smile. “Certainly kept things interesting.”
I hug Brull next, who is sure to whisper a few dirty things in my ear about what I can do on the road to keep myself busy before moving on to Khazak’s family. While Orlun gives us a nice pep talk about our journey, Rurig hands us a basket of food for the road. Jarek, Ayla, and Yogik all wish us well, and even Ursza and Ignatz give me a hug goodbye.
“It’s not fair,” Nylan cries when it’s his turn. “You only just got here and now you’releaving.”
“I know! I’m sorry. I’m the worst,” I try to console the half-elf. “But you know this isn’t the last you’ll hearfrom me.”
“You know you’ve always got a home here with us, David.” It’s Ragnar, hugging both me and Nylan together. “A job too, even if you like to bend the rules a little.” He winks.Like he doesn’t.“But really...I can’t thank you enough for saving my Ny. For savingeveryone.”
I shake my head at the half-orc. “I know you’d do the same.”Speaking of...
