Page 83 of Storms & Sacrifice
I look up to ask him what that’s about when I notice a pair of scars on his chest, just below his nipples. That makes something in my head click. IthinkI know what’s going on, but I’m not sure and don’t really know how you ask about that, and it feels like there’s alotof potential to come off as rude, and Iholyfuckthatthingishuge.
“Captain, you owe me a gral!” Arik calls over his shoulder. “He took it noproblem.”
That may be up for debate, as the more “it” is pushed inside of me, the more I feel like I’m being stretched to my limit. Arik seems to sense this, slowing down while I take a few deep breaths. Patience pays off because a few more deep breaths, and he’s all the way in, or at least as deep as my body is gonna allowright now.
“You know what my favorite part of using this is?” Arik nods down toward his “tool.” “Unlike the others, I do not get tired after I cum.”
My wide eyes stare into his evil ones as he slides back before punching back in fast. I more scream than moan, no longer able to keep my voice down. Grabbing hold of the frame on either side of him, Arik anchors himself as he fucks into me, making me twitch and squirm with every stroke. The more he fucks and massages that wonderful little spot inside of me, the louder and more high-pitched my voice gets.
I cumfive timesin the next fifteen minutes. I think. I know I came that many times. I’m just not sure how long it’s been, or what time it is, or that my name is Daniel. Donny? Derrick. Whatever. I’m not sure exactly how Arik’s cock works, but he certainly seems to be enjoying himself as much as I have. He came at least twice, or at least put on a very convincing act. It’s only after his third that he finally pulls out, wiping the sweat from his brow withone hand.
“He is all yours, Rockfang,” Arik tells Ragnar with a smirk and a smack on the ass as he exits. I’m so out of it I didn’t even notice him coming intothe room.
Rolling his eyes, Ragnar approaches me, as naked as everyone else in his position has been. He is ready to go.
“The captain is lucky I do not mind sloppy seconds. Or sixths,” he tells me cockily as he teases my very-open hole with the head of his dick. Though I suspect we both know therealreason Khazak relegated him to the last slot. I think about my sore, red ass, which has only been made worse by all of the thighs slapping against it.This better not be his only punishment.
I’m not even able to respond, just groan weakly as I’m entered once again. Ragnar doesn’t take his time, eager to catch up to the rest of the party goers...who are starting to come back into this room and watch, a few already back to full hardness.Oh gods, this is my last birthday. This ishow I die.
I’m conscious when Ragnar finally breeds me, but I couldn’t tell you how we got there. I know I came, and I can feel his cum leaking out of me, along with everyone else’s. But before I can do anything about that, Nylan is pulling his booster-box back into place. He only pauses when Sir tells him to wait, making sure I drink more water before throwing me back to the wolves.
After Nylan cums in me for the second time, everyone else fucks me again as well, though I don’t remember the order. At some point, I’m taken out of the sling and moved to the bed, so that the men have access to my mouth as well. The one thing I do remember is Nylan cumming in me two more times before the other tops began to get a little restless, and him a little dick hungry, and he’s pulled onto the bed alongside me.
Things get really blurry after that. I know later we moved from the bed to the couch, Ny and I both bent over it side by side, two men behind us and two in front. After a while, there’s no keeping track of who’s doing what or even what room we’re in. It’s just a big hot sweatysex blur.
By the time everyone leaves, it’s late, midnight having long since passed. I have a vague recollection of people saying good night, and Khazak closing the door, but it’s not until he picks me up to carry me to the bathroom that I start getting lucid. It’s a little awkward. Even with our size difference, it’s still one grown man carrying another, but he pulls it off, just like he does everything else.Why did you have to go and screw things up withhim again?
Setting me down on the sink counter, he bends over the tub to turn on the water. Then, while he waits for it to fill up, he stands in front of me, reaching down to unlock the cage and free me. My dick gives a half-hearted attempt to get hard but gives up pretty quickly. I’m too exhausted and fucked out.
Once the large tub is filled with lightly steaming water, Khazak moves me from the sink and helps me to gently sit down in the tub. I hiss when my ass comes into contact with the water, then again when he climbs in behind me and moves me to his lap. The water comes up to around my navel, high enough to cover all of my especially sore bits. Leaning back, Khazak pulls me to lay back against him.
Strong hands work their way down my upper thighs, massaging and stretching the sore muscles. He gently dips between them, and as they move closer to my ass, the touches become lighter, my owner taking my abused flesh into account. Gentle fingers sweep along my crack, and I instinctually spread my legs to give him better access.
“Any pain?” The question is mumbled into my hair as the fingers gently clean away the stickiness it finds on my skin.
“’s sore,” I mumble back. “That’s all.”
“You were wonderful tonight, puppy.” The finger leaves me briefly as I watch Khazak slip a bar of soap into his hand. “I am proud to have been able to share you like that with ourfriends.”
I smile, my body feeling warmer as it flushes at the praise. I don’t have any more words, content to let Khazak bathe me, using the soap to gently scrub the cum and oil from my body. It stings at times, my muscles beyond sore, but he’s as gentle as he can be. Afterward, when he’s drying me off with a big fluffy towel, I pull him closer, kissing him gently on the chest before laying my head against it, listening to the beat ofhis heart.
Then he reattaches the cage before bed, and I’m back togrumbling.
Chapter 17
“When Nylan told my father about his plan, he offered to make the two of them something special.” Khazak nudges the basket I’m carrying their food in. “I think he assumed it would be a dessert, not the entire meal.”
“Your dad doesn’t seem like the type to do anything halfway,”I respond.
It’s the day after my birthday party, and Khazak and I are walking to the east patrol camp to surprise Ragnar for his and Nylan’s anniversary. I’ve got their picnic, and Khazak is carrying Ragnar’s camping supplies on his back. Nylan dropped them off early this morning, sneaking out before his owner woke up, and Rurig brought by the basket of food not long after that. It’s early in the evening now, and the sun is just about to start setting, tinting blue sky orange.
It’s been a pretty good day, other than waking up with that damn cage on. Do you have any idea what it’s like to wake up to the feeling of your dick being squeezed as it tries to grow inside a too-small piece of metal? Not great. Either because or in spite of my whining, he took it off not long after lunch, though the threat of its return still hangs in the air.
Khazak and I spent most of the day coming up with ideas for what we can do to expose Councilman Murbank. We figure that after he “caught” me in his house, he hid his tattoo, and probably not with makeup. That, plus the repaired hole in the fence that was an illusion makes us figure he has to be using magic to cover his tracks, something that comes up over and over when he’s involved. He must have a pretty powerful spellcaster working with him, and sometimes the only thing that can beat magic is stronger magic. The problem is, between the two of us, we don’t know many magic users. Khazak asks about Nate, but I’m not confident he’s capable enough to help us.
Khazak’s ideas are more in line with work. He wants to gather together all the evidence we have—the reports and paperwork, his relationship to Thog and his debt—and present it to Chief Grandtooth to request a formal investigation into Murbank’s dealings. The hope is that an investigation would uncovermoreof what he’s been up to and force it out inthe open.
When I ask what happens if the people working the investigation, or worse, Grandtooth himself, arealreadyworking with the councilman, I’m met with a sour face and some grumbling about thinking some more. I actually start to consider writing to Mike to see if he can somehow help when I remember that we’re headed to the patrol camp tonight—camps that each have a resident mage.
