Page 12 of His Noble Savior (Folk of Vale #3)

Lilian

Lilian didn’t wait for Richard’s response. He peeled off his soaking wet trousers and climbed into the steaming wooden tub, quietly moaning as he sank into its warmth. It sucked the cold out of him, the floral scent of the oil soothing his soul. Hopefully, Richard didn’t see the color in his cheeks or would attribute it to the heat of the bath.

“Come in and hold me,” Lilian said and fixed his gaze on the pearly bubbles, not daring to look up, fearing rejection.

The sounds of wet clothes being removed filled the small room, stirring hope in Lilian’s aching heart. He longed to be skin-to-skin with Richard. Richard, who was attracted to him. Could it be true? Richard had never lied to him. He had no reason to. He hadn’t kissed Lilian back out of a sense of duty or to reassure him. He’d kissed Lilian because he’d wanted to.

Lilian shuffled forward in the bath, creating space for Richard to climb in behind him. A splash sounded, followed by a low groan as Richard settled in. Why did he have to sound so seductive? His legs slid past Lilian, encasing him. Lilian aimed to put his hands to the tub’s floor, wanting to push off and move, but all he found were Richard’s knees.

“Sorry,” Lilian mumbled.

“You can touch me,” Richard said, friendly humor lacing his voice.

Emboldened, Lilian slid his hands to Richard’s muscular thighs. He grabbed onto them and pushed toward Richard, bringing his back to Richard’s chest. Skin met skin with a wet sound, and Lilian sank against him, dropping his head on Richard’s shoulder.

“This is nice,” Lilian said and closed his eyes, letting the warmth of the scented water and Richard’s presence lull him in. This was his safe space.

Richard swallowed audibly. Was he worried about his bodily reactions? Lilian twisted and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, hoping to soothe him.

Richard turned his head, and their mouths slanted together. A hot, slow kiss developed, melting Lilian into a puddle of goo, and a moan escaped him.

He shouldn’t have seduced Richard to join him in the bath. He shouldn’t be kissing him. Richard wasn’t his. The missive from the Spring Court was a painful reminder that Richard was going to marry someone else. He and Richard wouldn’t last. The deeper they fell into this, the harder the cut would be when they inevitably had to separate.

Lilian broke the kiss and leaned back on Richard. They relaxed in comfortable silence as heat flowed through Lilian.

Something brushed his buttocks, moving between his cheeks. He stilled, not daring to breathe. Richard was getting hard.

“I’d never hurt you,” Richard whispered in his ear and goosebumps raced over Lilian’s skin.

Richard thickened in his crease. He pulsed against Lilian’s skin. It should’ve made him run, but in reality, it did the opposite. He was relaxing into it.. In captivity, he’d thought that the feeling of a man’s cock would forever frighten him. He’d thought it’d remind him of the agony he’d gone through.

This was different. Lilian liked the feel of Richard’s desire. He was proud to provoke this reaction in such an intelligent and composed man. It was hard to believe that Richard found him handsome.

“You’re really attracted to me?” Lilian still couldn’t believe it.

“Insanely so.” Richard’s voice was rough with restrained arousal. His cock twitched between Lilian’s cheeks. “I’m sorry this is happening. I promise I have myself under control, and I’d never do anything you didn’t want. Never.”

“You feel nice.”

“Nice?” Amusement swung in Richard’s tone.

Lilian squeezed Richard’s thighs, then rotated in his lap, straddling him. A rare pink had crept into Richard’s cheeks, and he’d splayed his arms on the broad rim of the tub. He looked glorious with his skin flushed from the bath. His eyelids hung low, and he gave Lilian a sultry look, one corner of his lips lifting.

Lilian kissed the line of his jaw, then dipped lower to close his mouth over Richard’s pulse point. He earned a pleased hum and sucked, letting go before he left a bruise.

Cradling Richard’s face, Lilian sought his hazel gaze. He could drown in that sea of emerald and gold. Lilian’s hands wandered down Richard’s neck and to his collarbone. His skin was smooth and damp, and Lilian bit his lip when he reached Richard’s pecs and ran his digits over those pink nipples. They hardened when he took the centers between his splayed fingers and squeezed. He continued to Richard’s stomach where the muscles rippled under his touch. Such soft skin. Lilian trailed his fingertips over those firm ridges, itching to go lower and explore something else.

Richard’s cock was hidden by the bubbles floating in the bath, and Lilian threw the spot where he expected it a longing look. “I want to touch you.”

“You are touching me,” Richard said with a spark of mischief in his eyes.

“You know what I mean.”

“Feel free.”

Lilian held his gaze as his hands snuck down Richard’s abdomen. He found Richard’s cock and grabbed him, running a hand up his shaft, feeling him. Richard’s fingers curled on the tub’s rim, the muscles in his arms straining as he held back.

Lilian cupped Richard’s glans, his other hand sliding along his length, sizing him up. Richard was of perfect size and girth. After the giant orcs, Lilian didn’t understand the obsession some men had with massive cocks. Richard’s size was ideal—not so big that he’d hurt Lilian, but large enough to satisfy.

Wait— What was he thinking? He ought to keep his mind out of the gutter. Richard wouldn’t appreciate his train of thought. Or would he? He’d dropped his head on the tub’s rim and was watching Lilian from underneath his heavy lids. A man who minded Lilian’s touch wouldn’t look this aroused.

“What are you going to do?” Richard asked.

“I don’t know.”

“If you want to keep playing with me, you can, though I should warn you that I might come.”

Excitement flashed through Lilian. He hadn’t thought about how he’d feel about bringing Richard to climax. What would he look like the moment orgasm claimed him? Richard had seen Lilian come but not vice versa. Lilian bet he’d look stunning. Like a wild animal unleashed.

“Can I touch you too?” Richard asked.

“Always.”

Richard slid his arms into the water and clasped Lilian’s waist, his hold gentle yet possessive. Lilian belonged. Richard’s hands slid up his sides, then down to his hips.

“I love your body,” Richard mumbled, and Lilian’s stomach fluttered with joy.

Richard palmed Lilian’s pecs, then ran up to his shoulders and down his arms before returning to his waist. Wherever he went, heat crept over Lilian’s skin, every nerve ending sensitive to his touch. He stroked Richard’s cock, which grew impossibly harder. A low groan rumbled out of Richard. His hands wandered to Lilian’s thighs, stroking along them.

Lilian gave Richard a firm jerk, making him arch. Richard’s hold on Lilian tightened, fingers curling.

“Sorry,” Richard said, loosening his iron grip.

“I don’t mind.”

He wanted Richard’s hands everywhere. Lilian hadn’t realized it until this moment, but the tiny bite of pain made it clear. There wasn’t anything Richard could do that Lilian wouldn’t enjoy. He trusted Richard to treat him right and not hurt him.

He let go of Richard’s cock and took his hands, guiding them to his ass. Richard shot him a questioning look.

“Touch me anywhere you like,” Lilian said. “Touch me everywhere.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to overwhelm you.”

Lilian tilted his head. “You’ve already touched me most intimately.”

“Not like this. Not when I was naked and hard.”

Lilian dipped in for a kiss. Richard wasn’t the only one with an aching erection. “I like that you’re hard.”

“Do you?”

“Yes. This is different from what I went through in captivity. They caused me pain. You grant me pleasure.”

Richard claimed his mouth, lips parting as he squeezed Lilian’s buttocks. Lilian moaned into the kiss, urgency mounting in his belly. Richard’s tongue slid inside, strong and slick. He tasted like heaven, and Lilian took his head between his hands, stroking him.

Richard’s fingers inched into Lilian’s crack, giving him plenty of time to withdraw. But Lilian couldn’t wait to be touched. A fingertip ran down his cleft, and he shivered when it reached his entrance.

“Do you want me to stop?” Richard asked against his lips. He didn’t remove his digit.

“No.”

“There’s faerie oil on the shelf.”

Lilian rose out of the bath, water running down the length of his body, not caring that he was revealing his hard cock to Richard. He reached for the vial, Richard steadying him as he stretched to grab it. He took the oil and sank with Richard’s hands on his hips, humming as the warm water welcomed him back.

Lilian uncorked the vial and poured oil into Richard’s palm before dropping the flask on the pile of wet clothing on the washroom floor. A strong floral scent spread, notes of lavender and cherry blossoms filling the misty air.

Richard’s eyes burned with passion. He slicked his digits, and Lilian lifted his buttocks out of the water. It brought his cock, the shaft rigid and jutting upward, in Richard’s line of sight.

“You’re so pretty when you’re hard,” Richard said as he slipped deeper into the bath and mouthed Lilian’s root. Damp breath caressed his throbbing flesh, and an oiled finger pushed between his cheeks. It touched his pucker. Richard peered up at Lilian as his tongue darted out and slithered across a pulsing vein running up his shaft. The faerie oil woke his hole, made him crave penetration.

“Fuck…” Lilian breathed.

“Is that what you want me to do?”

Richard rubbed small circles over Lilian’s rim, mouthing his cock. Devotion shone in his eyes as he kissed and licked. His finger grew insistent, exerting tender pressure. He palmed Lilian’s ass with his free hand, spreading him, easing his access. Without thinking, Lilian pushed out, the little muscle opening for Richard. He heeded the invitation, inserting his digit to the first knuckle.

“Oh yes…” Lilian moaned.

Richard gave him a moment to get used to the stretch, the position different from how they normally applied the oil. Kneeling, Lilian was tighter.

“Keep going. Want to feel you inside me.”

Richard burrowed deeper, his finger conquering the resistance of Lilian’s anal ring. His sphincter squeezed Richard, trying to close, but the girth of his digit held him ruthlessly open. Lilian’s hole and cock pulsed, thrumming with desire. Another inch. Lilian threw his head back, Richard’s tongue flicking up his shaft. “Yes…”

Precum welled in his slit. Richard shoved his finger inside, and the shock of pleasure jolted Lilian. It dislodged the pearl of liquid arousal on his tip, and it ran down his shaft, rolling onto Richard’s waiting tongue. “God, you taste good.”

Those words coaxed more fluid out of Lilian, and it pooled at the top of his urethra where it grew into a shiny bead. Richard’s fingertip glided over his inner walls, searching for that special place that’d make Lilian see stars.

“Richard…”

He probed Lilian’s hole, and when he grazed that sensitive spot, Lilian cried out. He jolted, water sloshing in the tub, threatening to spill. His droplet of lust brimmed over and trickled down his length. Richard didn’t waste it. He flicked his tongue, catching it. Never taking his eyes off Lilian’s, he dragged his bottom lip up his erection and through that trail of precum. Lilian’s insides clenched. He wanted Richard, wanted him so much.

Richard tapped his prostate, once, twice, and as if it was a silent command, Lilian’s cock leaked arousal. Richard’s tongue waited for the liquid to dribble his way before licking it up.

Lilian groaned. His hole cinched. Richard expertly manipulated his body. Probing his gland, he triggered it to produce drop after drop, which he greedily consumed. Each nudge took Lilian higher. His thighs trembled. How did Richard know where to rub and stroke? Every touch had him reeling.

He throbbed against Richard’s mouth, his veins palpitating to the beat of his hammering heart. Richard’s fingertip teased his prostate, making it shudder. Tension mounted. It’d be so easy to make him come.

The ceaseless rubbing along his core intensified as the faerie oil’s power unfolded. Lilian’s pleasure center sizzled; his inner walls constricted. Small, dirty moans fell off his lips in time with Richard’s strokes. His cock was leaking like a faucet, providing a steady stream of precum for Richard to lap at. His balls climbed toward his base. Swollen and aching, they demanded release.

Richard’s skin was covered in a wet sheen, droplets glistening in the glow of the lamps illuminating the washroom. And down there, in the shiny bubbles, was his cock, hard and thick for Lilian. He hadn’t thought he’d want cock ever again, but he wanted Richard’s. What would it feel like when the flared head breached him? When the shaft penetrated his sensitive hole? When Richard’s cockhead knocked into Lilian’s gland, pleasuring it with rhythmic thumps?

A gush oozed out of Lilian’s slit, drenching Richard’s lips and tongue. Fluid smeared the side of Richard’s face, and a strange pride filled Lilian. Richard was mad for his cock.

“You’re going to come for me?” Richard asked, pressing Lilian’s sweet spot.

Lilian pulsed at those words. He wanted to come for no one but Richard. His insides narrowed, clutching him.

“You’re so close.”

“Yes,” Lilian whimpered. “Want to come for you.”

Richard’s eyes flashed. “I’ll make you.”

And with orgasm-inducing precision, Richard ground his fingertip into Lilian’s most sensitive place. It seized and trembled under the attack. It had nowhere to run, was helpless in the face of Richard’s relentless probing. A firm, well-aimed nudge hit Lilian.

His hole erupted in climax and convulsed to a punishing beat. The power of his contracting inner muscles hurled the cum out of him. Spraying high, the white ropes slapped the underside of his chin. Some of it hit Richard’s face. He kissed and tongued Lilian’s coming dick, provoking fierce salvos of release.

Lilian shook through them, his hands seeking the tub’s rim to keep himself upright. Another sluice drained from his crown, but Lilian wasn’t done. Far from it. The faerie oil had ignited him. He craved more. He craved Richard’s cock.

Lilian wiped the cum off his chin and kissed away what had landed on Richard’s face, tasting his own release. He brushed their lips together, growing light when their tongues touched. Richard stroked Lilian’s tongue with his own, then pulled away.

“I knew you’d taste amazing.”

“Really?”

Richard licked his lips. “Like honey and salt. I could eat your cum all day.” He moved the finger still lodged deep in Lilian and glided across his prostate.

“F-Fuck…”

“That’s it. You’re loosening up. Did you think I’d fob you off with just one orgasm after how relaxed you were last time? Climaxing is important for your healing. Do you want another one?”

“P-Please.” A groan broke out of Lilian. “More. Give me two fingers.”

“You’re sure? It’s going to stretch you. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. Please. Give me more.” Lilian arched. “Fuck me.”

Richard eased out and returned with two fingers, their tips exerting pressure on Lilian’s rim. He bore down, his hole widening for Richard, who pushed in, overcoming the resistance. A slew of slutty sounds ran out of Lilian. Fuck, he’d forgotten how well Richard’s fingers filled him. The faerie oil relieved the stress on his hole, but he still clamped down, his body attempting to push him out. Richard granted him a minute to adjust to the girth of his digits, then burrowed deeper.

“Yes!” Lilian squirmed with need, his insides eager for Richard to bring him another orgasm.

A final thrust, and Richard lodged his fingers to the root in Lilian’s hole. Precum seeped from Lilian’s tip, dripping down his dick.

More, more, more. Impatient, Lilian rocked back on Richard’s digits, fucking himself on them. A dirty, sloshing noise rang out as he moved his hips, chasing his pleasure. He canted his pelvis, trying to get the angle right but missing again on the next downward thrust.

Richard stopped him with a hand on his hip. “Let me help you with this. You lean back and enjoy.” He rotated his wrist by a fraction and stretched his fingers, then curled them. They landed right on Lilian’s prostate.

A shout of delight flew out of him, followed by a whole series as Richard tapped his gland rhythmically. Precum flowed freely, thick beads raining onto Richard’s waiting tongue. He looked so good with his mouth on Lilian’s cock, licking up each drop with keen devotion.

Lilian undulated around the girth shoved into his channel, his inner walls rejoicing at the unyielding resistance they met. They loved tightening around something hard. His nerve endings pressed against Richard’s digits. The pleasure was unbearable, and yet Lilian yearned for more. He wanted something not even the combined force of two fingers could provide. He wanted Richard’s cock. It scared him. He dreaded the loss of control, feared being transported back to the orc camp.

Richard prodded Lilian’s eager gland, and all thoughts left him. Losing himself to ecstasy, Lilian reached into the water, searching. His hand closed around Richard’s shaft and stroked him.

Richard responded with a groan and pushed into Lilian’s grip. He gazed at Lilian, pupils blown with lust. Running his tongue up Lilian’s cock, he found his frenulum and teased the little fold of skin until Lilian squirmed. How was Richard this good? Lilian was back to his theory where he’d died and landed in the arms of a sex god.

Richard flicked his frenulum, and Lilian whined, his hole clenching wildly. Fuck, he loved squeezing Richard’s fingers. How much more would he enjoy squeezing his cock?

He jerked Richard, veins twitching against his hand. To have all that inside him… His mind swam.

Richard closed his lips over his frenulum and sucked. He plunged into Lilian’s prostate, making his movements falter.

Lilian lost control. His whole body jerked as ecstasy seized him, forcing his insides into brutal contractions. He came, his cock spitting ropes of cum, his hole undulating on Richard. Booming convulsions pleasured his insides, making him come hard and fast. Grunting, Lilian trembled with the force of his orgasmic cramps, every fiber of his being dissolving in release.

But no matter how deep his climax reached, how violently his insides clenched, he needed more. Needed Richard’s cock.

“Fuck me,” Lilian moaned.

He shuddered with desire. Richard was rock-hard and throbbing in Lilian’s grip. He’d feel divine inside his hole.

“Are you sure?” Richard asked, pulling his fingers free. “That’s a big step.” He cupped Lilian’s face. “I don’t want to rush you. What if I hurt you?”

Richard was right; Lilian was going too fast. But at the same time, emptiness gaped inside him, begging to be filled. It was a bad idea, but he wanted it anyway.

“I crave you so much,” Lilian said. “I need you. But you’re right. What if it messes with my mind? I don’t want to risk the progress we’ve made. But…”

“But?”

Lilian flushed. “My hole is begging for cock. For your cock.”

A dumbstruck expression flitted over Richard’s face. He exhaled and looked off to the side, thinking. After a minute, he returned his attention to Lilian. “If we’re going to do this, I need to know what not to do. What might remind you of bad things. I want this to be an enjoyable experience for you.”

Lilian considered. “I don’t want to be turned onto my stomach and taken from behind. It’s better when I see you, when I know it’s you and nobody else. Also, don’t move too much.” He paused, considering. “I need to stay in control and direct what we’re doing.”

Richard nodded, a pained expression darkening his features. He brushed his thumb over Lilian’s cheekbone. “Of course.”

“It’s good we’re in the water. The heat helps me relax and stay loose.”

Lilian lifted and bent over the tub’s rim, grabbing the faerie oil. Drops of water dripped onto the stone-tiled floor with little splashes.

The water in the bath sloshed back and forth as Richard pushed up to sit on the rim, exposing his hard cock. It was flushed from the heat, the mushroom head dark with arousal. Water ran down his body, beading off his skin. Off his cock.

Thick, pulsing veins snaked up his length, inviting Lilian to touch and feel them throb. He opened the vial with a pop and poured the amber liquid into his hand, its smooth texture and flowery scent spreading.

Catching Richard’s eye, Lilian closed his hand over his cock, lubing him. The oil’s magical properties would allow it to stay on Richard instead of washing away in the bath. He ran up and down Richard’s erection with a loose fist, twisting on the upstroke to slide over the bulbous head. It’d go in first and had to be thoroughly slicked to prevent pain. The thick shaft radiated warmth, turning Lilian’s strokes languid. Another slow pull of his hand, and precum pooled in Richard’s slit. He was ready for Lilian.

Richard lowered into the bath, water splashing. He settled against the tub’s back and crossed his arms behind his head. The gesture meant everything. Richard was handing him the reins. Lilian climbed into his lap, straddling him. In this position, he controlled when and how Richard entered him. He’d direct their lovemaking, deciding the depth of penetration, the speed of their coupling.

Richard looked enticing, like a meal laid out for him. The sloshing water kissed his full pecs, small waves caressing his nipples.

“I’m yours,” Richard said, lifting the elbows behind his head as if to show he was in imaginary shackles. “Use me however you like. Steal your pleasure and don’t worry about me. I’m enjoying myself.” He smirked and stretched, inviting Lilian to take advantage of him.

Lilian took him in hand, aligning his cock with his hole. The broad tip hit his entrance, and fuck, he was bigger than anticipated. Lilian had taken two of Richard’s fingers fine, but his glans was a different story. Bulky and flared, it was designed to deliver an exquisite pounding, but it also presented a challenge.

Doubt rose in Lilian. Had he bitten off more than he could chew? He yearned for Richard, thirsted to feel him deep inside, but the prospect of accepting him into his body made him sweat. How was that swollen crown going to pass through his tight anal ring?

Lilian had taken bigger cocks, and it’d been hell. He didn’t want to go back there. Richard wasn’t so massive that he would’ve intimidated most men, but feeling him against his rim, his size made Lilian nervous.

“We don’t have to do this if you’re unsure,” Richard said gently. “We can stop if this is uncomfortable.”

Richard had to be going mad with the need for release. He’d allowed Lilian to climax time and again, granting him powerful orgasms not only today but multiple times in the past. Richard hadn’t come unless he’d brought himself relief while Lilian was asleep, but he didn’t think so. He’d been good to Lilian, and he deserved to find completion. Lilian longed to give him that.

Plus, if he didn’t get over his fears with Richard, he wouldn’t get over them with anyone. He trusted no one but Richard.

Then there was the pleasure his cock promised. Richard was perfectly shaped. He’d hit Lilian in all the right places. He wasn’t so large that he’d injure him.

“I want to keep going,” Lilian said. “But… could you talk me through it? Your voice anchors me.”

“Of course,” Richard said easily, reclining further. “You feel amazing. Just perfect. Your pucker is twitching against my cockhead. It feels like you’re kissing my tip. Like it wants to take me inside but is shy about it. Are you shy about it?”

“No. I want you so much.”

“Then bear down. It’ll open your sphincter for me. Do you want to open for me?”

“I want nothing more.” Lilian pushed out, widening his pucker. It mouthed Richard, the straining edges of his entrance gliding over his glans. Lilian grunted.

“Breathe. Slow and deep. Tell your body to let me in. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

Lilian let the warm, scented air fill his lungs. His sphincter dilated, and with a smidgen of pressure, Lilian took Richard’s fat cockhead home into his hole.

A broken whine tumbled out of him. Full. He was so unbelievably full. Richard’s crown stretched his inner ring, the muscle contracting involuntarily, trying to close. That wasn’t going to happen. Richard speared him wide—the greatest sensation. Richard was inside him and would only go deeper. Lilian couldn’t wait to welcome him in his depths, to engulf him with his tight heat. Richard deserved all the carnal delights Lilian could give him.

Inch by inch, Lilian descended on Richard. Every bit of cock he accepted stretched him further. The sheer girth rubbed the faerie oil into his straining inner walls, overwhelming them with waves of tingles. Lilian panted.

A pearl of sweat formed on Richard’s brow as he fought to control himself. He clenched his jaw, the muscles in his arms bulging from how hard he was straining to hold back. Richard looked like he wanted to thrust and bury himself to the root in Lilian, and iron willpower kept him from taking what he wanted. He groaned when Lilian accepted another inch, his hole quivering as it sheathed Richard.

Lilian bottomed out with a cry. He let out a big breath as he settled in Richard’s lap, impaled by his cock. The fullness was perfect. Richard pressed against his sensitive inner walls, but he didn’t cause him pain. The faerie oil’s slick texture protected Lilian and turned the smallest slide into a burst of pleasure.

“You’re taking me so well,” Richard said and ran his tongue across his lower lip, giving it a wet shine. He pulsed inside Lilian.

Lilian rolled his hips. “This feels amazing.” He rocked back and forth, causing Richard to move inside him. His insides rejoiced at the friction, tightening in delight. His firm grip on Richard was rewarded when the faerie oil set off a rush of pleasure. It started in Lilian’s hole and radiated into his groin before spreading into the rest of his body, setting him alight with desire.

Wriggling his hips, Lilian adapted to the stretch. Once he was comfortable with Richard’s size, he lifted off by an inch, sighing as he sank back down, Richard filling him. Lilian placed his hands on Richard’s chest for leverage and rode him in slow, careful moves.

He’d never been blessed with such a selfless lover. At the Spring Court, he’d had a few short-lived affairs, and none of his partners had cared about his pleasure. Richard cared about nothing but him.

“Lean in,” Richard said, and Lilian did, their lips almost brushing. It changed the angle, and the next time Lilian descended on Richard’s cock, that swollen head knocked into his prostate.

He gasped, colors exploding before his eyes. “Fuck!”

“That’s better, isn’t it?” Richard asked with a casual smile.

Lilian grunted on the next rise and fall, Richard hitting his sweet spot. “Yes!”

He moaned, falling into a rhythm. Pushing off harder, he slammed down on Richard, each descent ramming that big cockhead into his gland. He loved the powerful smacks to his core, working himself into a sweat as he rode Richard faster and faster, crying out each time he thumped against his prostate.

Urgency mounted, making him fuck himself with maddening speed, chasing his orgasm. He wanted to come, longed to fall apart and climax on Richard’s cock.

His mouth hovered over Richard’s. Lilian kissed him, diving in when Richard opened up. The combination of the steady humps against his love spot and the sweet taste of Richard’s lips sent his mind spinning. He panted, their mouths brushing.

“Fuck me,” Richard whispered against his lips. Lilian ground down on him. “God, you’re so good.”

“Put your hands on me.”

Richard unhooked his hands behind his head and clasped Lilian’s waist with one hand, threading the fingers of the other into Lilian’s hair. He pulled him close for another, deeper kiss. Lilian returned the caress with fervor, swirling his tongue across Richard’s, earning low, pleased sounds from the back of his throat. Richard’s fingertips massaged his scalp, making Lilian purr.

“This is it,” Lilian said, nibbling at Richard’s lower lip, gently taking it between his teeth. He punched his ass down, swallowing Richard’s cock.

“Fuck,” Richard ground out. “Go slow, or I’ll come. Been on the edge for so long. I won’t be able to hold on if you keep this up.”

Lilian’s mind filled with images of Richard erupting in ecstasy, and it became everything he wanted. He repeated the move, fucking him with all he had.

Richard cursed. “I’m going to come inside you if you don’t stop.” His fingers dug into Lilian’s waist and tightened in his hair. There was strength behind his hold, but he didn’t hurt Lilian, smoothing the force of his arousal with gentleness.

“You’re going to come?” Lilian crashed onto Richard’s lap, sending water sloshing over the rim of the tub. His hole tightened, inner walls clutching Richard. He felt so good inside him, every move igniting new nerve endings. Lilian rutted against him, the heat of the faerie oil combined with the friction sending him into a frenzy.

“Not before you.”

Lilian dropped his brow against Richard’s, gazing into his eyes. “Want to come with you.”

“Together.”

Lilian snapped his hips, and Richard gasped. His cock gave a mighty twitch, jerking against Lilian’s prostate. “Yes!”

Richard slung his arm around Lilian’s waist, holding him tighter. Pushing up, he met him thrust for thrust, the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin and splashing water filling the room.

Another hit to Lilian’s gland, and it pulsed. “So close.”

Richard kissed him, their bodies slamming together, Lilian’s hard cock sliding between their abdomens. The slick friction pushed him toward the edge. He had to be drooling copious amounts of precum, the bath washing it away as he leaked and leaked.

“Your hole is so tight and hot. Want to stay inside you forever.”

“Fuck,” Lilian breathed. “You’re big. Perfect size. Want to come on your cock.”

Richard disentangled his fingers from Lilian’s wet hair and reached between them, taking Lilian’s cock in hand. “Permission to make you come?”

“Yes.”

“And to spill inside your hole?”

“Please.”

Richard firmed his hold on Lilian’s cock and stroked him, brushing his thumb over Lilian’s glans. They kissed, and Lilian lost himself in the heady mix of sensations. He fucked his hole on Richard’s rod, speeding up. Bolts of lust exploded deep inside him, his ecstasy fueled by Richard’s confident jerks. He matched his rhythm to Lilian’s, wanking him in time with the frenzied punches of his hips.

Lilian ravished Richard’s cock, crying out when that fat crown smacked his swollen prostate. Richard’s thumb flicked over Lilian’s frenulum and pushed into his slit, bringing the pressure to a head.

Lilian detonated. His fucked-out gland came with the force of an infernal storm; his balls slapped to his base and shuddered in orgasm. His cock jerked in Richard’s hand, and he shot rapid splashes of cum onto Richard’s torso.

Clenching like a fist, Lilian’s hole strangled Richard’s dick. He groaned, rough and low, and hot liquid sloshed into Lilian’s channel, dousing him in seed. For every spurt Richard hurled into his depths, Lilian contracted, the powerful spasms reaching deep into his core, feeding his climax. It wouldn’t stop. Each time he convulsed, Richard gave him a jerk, forcing a new volley of cum from his cock.

Lilian ground against Richard, rubbing his orgasming gland on that mushroom cockhead, teasing wave after wave of release out of their bodies. Richard’s cum flooded him until he overflowed with it, and it felt so damn right. He loved the smooth heat of Richard’s seed, loved how it annihilated the last remnant of the orcs’ memory. Richard had come inside him, and it was the only release that counted. It cleansed Lilian, and as that precious fluid washed through him, Lilian’s climax reached another high. His furiously clenching hole milked them for everything they had.