“It was long. So long that I was beginning to imagine that surgery without the aid of magicks or sleeping draughts was preferable. Why do people bring such insipid shite to be heard by the ruler of the vills? Can’t they work their issues out between them?” He chuckled softly. My sight stayed on the raven as a blue dragonling darted upward to give a playful chase. “That wyrmling has a small enclave of druids following it about like a popular bard does eager lovers.”
“Jaculi is a rare and glorious sight.” He turned on the bench to study me. “You look awearied.”
“I’m not sure how I can be so damn exhausted when I sat on my arse all day.” I met his glance with a saucy one. “Perhaps we could retire to my suite, and you could massage my backside for me?”
“Perhaps,” he commented, his eyes growing hot before his attention turned to the cage on our left. “When Aelir was a young boy, these cages were filled with birds captured from the farthest corners of Melowynn. In the center of all the large vills were massive menageries. Kenton and Aelir disliked the caging of the creatures, citing that they were wild at heart and that forcing them into a pen went against the very natures of all wild things. Kenton argued that being caged brings about boredom, fear, and deep sadness. Eventually laws were passed to end the menageries with Aelir’s pushing. Now the only things in cages are butterfly pods that burst open with the shorter days of autumn. Then the doors are opened and the insects fly free.” Helooked back at me. “I feel this castle is going to become a cage for you.”
“I wondered where you were going with that tale,” I said, leaning my head back to watch the dragon gliding out toward the seashore, long tail moving in the winds like a rudder. “Aye, I feel that as well. I’ve not spent longer than a few months on land at one time. My days ashore were filled with wine and sex to fill the time spent waiting for the ice on the Stormhold to break up.”
“You are not one to sit in a keep, I can see that.” He rose, turned, and offered me his hand. “If you still have a mind, I would enjoy bringing life back to your arse.”
I placed my hand in his. “I’d like that a great deal.”
We made our way to my room, closing the door on the rest of the keep. His hands cradled my face as he led my mouth to his. Something in his aggressive manner told me that he yearned to take control, so I melted into his arms. The kiss was bold, wet, and eager. He peeled me out of my clothes with a hunger unlike the usually controlled grand advisor and keeper of secrets.
“I would like to claim your arse this night,” he growled, hefting me off my feet then carrying me to the wide bed. Ah, yes, this was the most appealing part of being with a man. His ability to tote me about, to lay his claim to my arse, to be able to slake his desire on someone with all the passion he possessed.
“Then do so,” I huffed, eagerly pawing at his tunic to wrest it over his head. He was having none of that, though. He wiggled downward between my legs, spreading me wide with his hands on the inside of my thighs, and then taking my cock down his throat. My arse lifted off the brand new bedding. A soft blue duvet and rich white sheets several layers thick. His fingers traveled under my stones as he hollowed his cheeks, spittle already coating his lips. What a sight he was with my cock stretching his lips wide, dark eyes black with desire. I carded my fingers into his hair, grasping the silver and brown strands,fisting them tightly. A moan rolled out of him. He pressed at my hole with two fingers. “The oils…in the nightstand.”
His lips slid off my prick with a pop. “Do not move other than to grasp your legs to open your hole for me.”
“Sweet sea sisters,” I whimpered, pulling my legs to my chest. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
“My cock is all you need exposed, Captain.”
With that, he freed his prick from his breeches. My mouth watered. I only got a glimpse of his fat prick, for he was quick and eager. The stand held a small drawer that he pulled open. Several bottles of lubricant in various aromas lay inside, along with a smooth wooden cock that traveled with me wherever I went. “So you carry your own lover with you.”
“Aye, but it is not as desired as your fleshy cock.”
He paused, oil in hand, to look down at me as if truly seeing me for the first time. Which was utter bollocks as he had seen me—all of me—before. Still, the aura of the moment shifted. He placed the dark blue bottle containing thick oils scented with blue jasmine on my stomach. Then, with tenderness, he reached under my head to lift my hair free. Lifting it up, he let it fall onto the white head sheets covering the pillows. Over and over, his fingers sifting through the long tresses as my cock leaked onto my chest. If I were a bit more nimble, I could reach my prick and suck myself off, but sadly, my spine was not that flexible.
“I have walked this land for over four hundred years and never once had hair as long as this,” he said, voice wavering, as he watched my hair tumbling from his fingertips.
“Feel free to grow yours out if you wish,” I said, wondering why he had shifted from a passionate beast to this tender lover. I wasn’t complaining, but it was rather dizzying. Not to mention my arsehole was exposed to the air and in need of buggering. “Those old laws are stupid. Now, will you fuck me please before I have to remove that yew phallus to pleasure myself?”
His lips twisted into a smile. “I do love many things about you, Coelum.” With that, he bent down to kiss me hard on the lips. Then, because he was a generous lover, he coated his cock with blue jasmine oil and sank into me. My eyes closed as he filled me, the fat width of him pressing deeper and deeper.
“You are an unexpected joy,” he whispered, cinching up higher on his knees, his hands on my shins. His cockhead hit that magical spot inside of me. I yelped as my prick fattened even more, slick drops of spend oozing out of me. “My feelings are…I have…I love many things about you.”
“And I love many things about you,” I ground out as sparks raced through my body. I bore down, squeezing his cock, and his prick kicked. “What do you love about me?”
I winced at that stupid question. What a dumb thing to ask when a man has his cock embedded in your arse.
“Your arse, your laugh, your hair, your ears…” He began to thrust with each example. My balls drew up quickly as he rammed into my sweet spot time and again. “Your legs, your arms, your gem, your powers, your eyes, your cock, your impish wink, your lips…I do love your lips.”
“I love yours as well,” I managed to croak out before my body seized up. Spunk flew from my cock, coating my chest and chin. Le’ral plundered me with a passion that sent me inching upward over the mattress, pillow cascading to the floor, my head dangling off the mattress. Still, he pounded into me, pulling cries of delight from me that I’d never made before. With a grunt, he came apart, filling my arse, his cock buried so deeply that pulling in a shaky breath was hard. I locked my heels behind his arse to keep him within me. I’d sooner die from lack of breath than let his cock slip out. Eyes drifting shut, I felt his cock kicking over and over. My arms fell from the bed to dangle beside my ears, my hole kneading his prick steadily to milk every last drop of seed from him.
“Are you…well?” His question amused me. I chuckled. He moaned. I held up a hand that he took then pulled my upper half back onto the mattress. “I am so very sorry for my unbridled lust.”
I rolled over him, pinning him to the rumpled bed, and stole a succulent kiss. “Do not ever be sorry for fucking me off the bed. I can’t recall a better frogging in my life.”
He pulled me into his arms, holding me to him as he slowly tasted my mouth, his hands back in my hair.
“Were you so enamored of Mirolar’s hair?” He stiffened ever so slightly under me, his puffy lips firming up. “Sorry, I shouldn’t ask about a former lover while the sweat from our coupling is still drying on our skin.”
“No, it is fine, just unexpected. Yes, I find long hair on men incredibly attractive. I findyouincredibly attractive. My thoughts are tangled. Somehow this affair that was to be naught but slaking a need has turned into much more for me.” He rubbed a clump of my hair between his fingers as his sight caressed my face. Emotions burbled inside me. Feelings I’d never felt before were both terrifying yet giddy. “I have never been one who beds countless others without discretion. I tend to find one man who captures me wholly. I take ages to fall totally. Or that was how it was with Mirolar. I fought my feelings for him for over forty seasons, for I was his advisor.”
“And his shadow master?” I dared to ask, sitting back on his thighs, my hair sliding from his fingers to tickle my stomach.