Page 24 of Storms & Sacrifice
“Well, it is apparent that will have to change, lest you run off with some pretty thing you meet on the dancefloor without me.” His words say “I had no choice,” but his face says “I have somethingto prove.”
“Wait, are youjealous?” I teasegleefully.
“Not jealous.” A hand snakes down my back to grab my ass. “Possessive.”
I don’t respond to that, just grin as we start to move together. Both our movements are a little stilted—his from lack of experience and mine because I’ve never danced with someone where I wasn’t leading. His hands are on me the same way mine were on Nylan earlier. It’s a little strange at first, but then I feel them tighten possessively andI shiver.
With all the alcohol in our systems, it doesn’t take long to relax. No clue if our dancing is any better, but at least I’m not thinking about anyone else. We move together to the rhythm of the bass, and I watch a bead of sweat roll down his bare chest. I’m practically dripping myself. When we grind against each other, I can feel his cock growing, and it puts Nylan’sto shame.
Feeling adventurous thanks to the drinks (I might need another of those in a bit...), I try copying Nylan’s moves from earlier, flipping around to press my back against Khazak’s front. Immediately, two arms wrap around my chest and stomach, holding me against him. Because of our height difference, his dick is half against my ass and half against my lower back, but that’s more than enough towork with.
I close my eyes and sway to the beat, feeling Khazak’s length continue to grow against my back. My own dick is a solid lump in my jockstrap, which I can only imagine clearly visible to anyone looking thanks to how tight my pants are. Khazak’s arms tighten around me, and I feel his hot breath against my neck. The hand on my stomach slowly snakes down, following the trail of fur on my stomach into the top of my pants. His fingertips ghost through the top of my pubic hair and make me shiver again.
I could really get used to this.
Several hours, drinks, and dances later, the four of us finally leave the outdoor bar together. The first stop is to get some food, which ends up being a bowl full of theseincredibletasting pieces of chicken that have been breaded and fried in oil. Those get washed down with a full glass of water from a tavern, which both orcs get into Nylan and me in the interest of not waking up with ahangover.
After we are sufficiently hydrated, the four of us remain in the tavern to talk. Well, Khazak and Ragnar talk because Nylan and I are both pushed to the floor a few minutes in to kneel between our respective orcs’ legs. Feeling my ears and face pinken as my face is drawn toward Khazak’s crotch, any thoughts of embarrassment are shoved away when a thick green cock is shoved intomy mouth.
To my left, out of the corner of my eye, I can see Nylan getting similar treatment, a green hand in his hair guiding him up and down. The two orcs above us continue to talk as if we aren’t here, aren’t currently sucking them down in the middle of a tavern. They aren’t even speaking Common anymore, having switched at some point without me noticing. Being ignored like that, combined with the casual use of my mouth, is doing something to me, and I can feel myself growing hard in my pants again.
The cock is hot and heavy in my mouth, the familiar taste of Sir’s precum hitting my tongue each time I slide over the head. After all the dancing and working up a sweat, the smell of his musk is so strong, and it hits my nostrils every time I sink down on him. It’s intoxicating, and the longer it goes on, the further I sink into a headspace where the only things that exist are him and me and what we’re doing. How I’m serving him.
I tense up briefly when I feel someone behind me. The hand in my hair continues to guide me, like one of the barmaids isn’t swapping out the empty water glasses above me. But then they’re gone, as if coming across a customer getting his dick sucked in the middle of the establishment is perfectly normal. Which it probably isright now.
“Good boy.” The praise is whispered above me, sending a wave of warmth through my body and guiding me down into thatheadspace.
It happens again, of course, and not just from a tavern worker, but other customers who want to stop and watch the proceedings. Each time I notice someone, I get brought out of things a little, though the more it happens, the less it affects me, the murmured words of praise helping me to sinkback down.
When I look up, the look I get back is full of lust, pride, and a big dose of cockiness.He’s showing off on purpose.He wants people to see this, to see me on my knees for him. After a while, I’m not sure he’s even trying to cum, or if I’m even trying to make him cum. I’m just enjoying what I’m doing and thinking about the fact that he wants to show me off like this only sends more of that familiar warmth tomy belly.
All good things must come to an end though, and after both men have had enough oral attention, Nylan and me are pulled up from our knees and saliva-slick dicks are tucked back into pants. After leaving a generous tip on the table (especially considering I think we only had water), the four of us exit the tavern and say our goodbyes. Nylan has to work a morning shift tomorrow, but we have plans to meet up again in the evening, or so we are informed by our owners.
By the time we get home, I’m starting to get a little sleepy. I’ve sobered up a bit, but I’m still kinda buzzed and feeling good, despite the drowsiness. I walk up behind Khazak as he opens the door, snaking my hands around his waist to cop a feel.
“Are you sure you can even stay awake for that, pup?” He jokes as he walks us inside, me still awkwardly hugging him from behind. “Besides, I believe you earned a few demerits today.”
“Did I? Are you sure you’re remembering that right, Sir?”Uh oh.Time to backpedal.I release his waist. “You had a lot to drinktonight.”
“Notnearlyas much as you, puppy.” He turns to face me, sounding suspiciously sober. “Do you have any idea how strong those drinks Nylan kept feeding you were? And youhadfive.”
“That many?” My voice goes higher than I meant it to.
“Mhmm. And let us not forget you little performance on the dance floor.” He takes a step toward me, an evil smirk on his face. “Averyblatant attempt to provoke myself and Ragnar.”
“Hey, that was all Nylan.” I half-smile with a half-nervous laugh, pointing at the orc as I take a stepbackward.
“I am sure it was.” Another step, same smirk. “Yet you madenoattempts tostop him.”
“I didn’t want to be rude?” He’s not buying it, and I take another step backward, this time hitting the back ofthe couch.
“Yes, and I am so proud of how polite you have become.” His words drip with sarcasm as he crowds me against the couch. “Which is why you have only earned yourself another ten. I believe that brings the total to twenty.Correct?”
“Correct, Sir.” I bite my lip, still half-smiling. Lying isn’t gonna do me any favors, and I know Khazak is only teasing me anyway. I mean, he really is going to spank me, but I’ve come to look forward to these kinds of “punishments” in their own way.
“Pants off,” he tells me as he pulls off his vest. “Then turn around and brace yourself against the couch.”
“Yes, Sir.” I nod, bending down to take off my boots before starting on my pants. When I finish, I’m only in my harness and jockstrap, bent over and holding on to the back ofthe couch.
