Page 67 of Storms & Sacrifice
I lower my mouth over the hooded head, a small bead of pre-cum already gathered at the tip. The familiar taste hits me as I take more of him in, his hard green length quickly filling my mouth. I press my tongue flat against the bottom of his shaft, stroking lightly as I reach my oral limits before I begin topull back.
Taking my time, I bob my head back and forth on his horizontal hardness, sucking in lightly to hollow out my cheeks each time I take him in. I hum softly to myself, pleased when I feel him give a slight twitch, a new bead of pre-cum bursting on my tongue the next time I pull back.I’m getting good at this.My own dick is rock hard, wedged up between my belly and the mattress, and I grind myself against the fabricas I suck.
As I work, Khazak’s body gives more and more signs of life. First, it’s more twitches, and then I’m fairly certain I can feel his hips humping forward in rhythm with my bobbing. I’m not sure if it’s involuntary or he’s waking up, and it’s hard to look up at his face from down here, so I just keep at it anyway. He’ll let me know when he wakes up, one way or another.
“Another” turns out to be a hand grabbing the back of my head a moment later after a brief pause in his thrusting. It’s gentle, barely guiding me at all, but I know that could change at any second. His hips pick up speed, but still nothing I can’t handle.
“Good morning, pup,” a rough voice greets me from above, the hand on my head tugging lightly at my hair.
I try to mumble out a good morning with my mouth still occupied, but he taps his thumb againstmy cheek.
“It is rude to speak with your mouth full,” he jokes gruffly, ending the statement with a strong thrust forward.
That signals a change of pace, and his grip on my hair becomes much stronger. Rather than trying to change the pace I’ve been working at, he decides to start pumping his hips forward in earnest, just holding me in place while he fucks my face.
I moan involuntarily. Him taking charge like that just flips a switch in me, and I just want to behave and keep doing what he wants me to. His strokes are still shallow enough to not make me gag, but drool is starting to pool in the corner of my mouth. I try to swallow, but when he picks up speed, I just don’t have the chance.
Seeing as I’m not even taking half of him right now, I try to ready myself for what I know is coming next, him pushing all the way into my throat. He still manages to catch me off-guard, and I sputter around it, the hand behind my head preventing me from pulling away. I’m more prepared for the next thrust, and after a few more, I get used to the pattern he’s pumping away at and can breathe.
He fucks his cock into my throat with relative ease, only the occasional gag when there’s a particularly rough thrust. Khazak hasn’t said anything since scolding me for talking with a full mouth, content to let his actions speak for themselves. The wet sounds of my mouth being plundered fill the room along with the occasional moan or grunt. I think I can feel him taking out some of the week’s frustrations on me.
Suddenly, Sir drags my head forward, pushing as much of himself into my mouth as he can without choking me. As I mumble-shout in surprise, he swings his leg over my shoulder, turning both of our bodies until I am flat on my back with Khazak facing down above me. His cock still halfway into my gullet, he pulls his hips up before thrusting them back down, fucking at least another inch and a half into me at this angle.
It’s a little harder to breathe, so I’m hoping this also means he’s close. I’ve got both hands flat on the mattress, but I am fully prepared to use them to signal him for help if I think I’m starting to turn purple. I doubt it’ll come to that though, even as his thrusting grows stronger, I can feel him start to tense up, which only meansone thing.
With a loud growl, he presses himself down into my face as much as our two bodies will allow. I can feel the back of my head being ground into the bed as he fills my throat with the first shot, nearly making me gag and cough when he pulls back and repeats himself for shot #2. The rest of his cum fills my mouth, and I swallow as quickly as I can to avoid making even more of a mess than I’m sure my spit already has.
Falling back to his side and releasing my head, Khazak lets out a relaxed sigh as he settles on the bed. After swallowing down the remnants and wiping my mouth as best I can, I climb back up the bed to join him, happily allowing myself to be pulled against a muscular green chest. My own dick is still hard, but oddly enough, I’m kinda okay if I don’t get offright now.
“Thank you.” Khazak’s still rough voice says from above. “I seem to have needed that.”
“Me too,” I reply, half against his skin. I feel one of his hands slide down my side, over my hip, and reach for my dick. I pull back to look him in the face. “Actually, I thinkI’m okay.”
He looks he gives me is half curious, half turned on, but he leaves it at that, smiling as he sits up. “I suppose it is time for breakfast.”
Breakfast is something he’s made for me before, something that seems a lot like porridge, but more finely ground. think he called it hominy? He’s made it a couple times; it’s pretty simple and quick in the mornings before work. He said it’s made from corn, which I haven’t had a ton of, but I managed to convince him that it would taste evenbetterwith some cheese. They don’t really do cheese a whole lot around here, but I got him to buy some last week, and I wasn’t wrong. They go togetherperfectly.
When breakfast is served, I can’t help but notice there’s only one bowl before I am pulled into a lap. We haven’t done this at home in a while, and not usually at all with things that involve a spoon, but Khazak wants to feed me. When I look over at his face, I get why. Just like why I wanted to give him the blowjob, he’s just trying to offer me a little comfort after the last few days, which I am more than happyto accept.
With full bellies, the two of us get dressed and head into work for the day. It seems like it’s mostly going to be more of the same, and I’m in Khazak’s office looking over my language book when he walks in. Expecting to make another delivery, I put the book downand stand.
“Ready to retrieve your belongings from storage?” he asks.
I nod, though I had nearly forgotten about that. Khazak leads the way outside, back into the station’s yard. I spot a couple of the officers using the training area off to one side, sparring with some quarterstaffs. Khazak and I go to the left toward the storage sheds. These are full of all sorts of equipment for the rangers, and I’m not sure which is the one withmy stuff.
“Here we are.” Khazak taps lightly against the big shed door before grasping the lock. He places it against the back of his wrist, the magical armband unlocking for us. I never got one of those, but after getting caught breaking into this place, he probably figured it would be best not to. Removing the chain wrapped around the door handles, he swingsthem open.
Inside is alotof stuff, seemingly at random: a lot of bags, some boxes, some loose clothing. Maybe this is where they keep everyone’s belongings while they’re behind bars? Khazak steps inside, bending over to check the paper tags that have been tied to each bag, stopping when he finds mine. It’s been so long I almost don’t recognize it or the folded leather armor it’s sittingon top of.
“We keep weapons elsewhere; we can get that next.” Khazak closes and locks the storage unit after handing me my belongings.
After retrieving my old sword, Khazak leaves me to sort through my stuff while he gets back to work on the plan to investigate Councilman Murbank. Things are currently still in the “writing a polite letter” stage, but I have a feeling they’re gonna escalate quickly. While he writes, I look through my bag, setting my sword and armor to the side. My too-thin bedroll is still attached to the bottom in the same condition as I remember it. Which is “not good.”Something to add to the shopping list.
I open the flap on the top of the bag to inspect the contents, removing each one. I’ve got my compass as well as a very crude map of the coastline. There are a few small torches, plus some flint to light them with. Then we’ve got some rope, my nearly empty wallet pouch, and three empty waterskins.
“Aww, you guys took my food.” All my trail rations and jerkyare gone.
“It has been two months.” Khazak looks up from his writing, shaking his head. “Of course we did not leave food inyour bag.”
