Page 24 of His Noble Savior (Folk of Vale #3)

Richard hollowed his cheeks and sucked, and a broken whine dropped from Lilian’s lips. God, there was nothing he wouldn’t do if he got to worship Lilian’s cock every day for the rest of his life. His own cock was pulsing with need, and he rocked his hips into the mattress, chasing pressure and relief.

Lilian loosened his hold, which Richard took as a request to move. He bobbed his head, swirling his tongue along Lilian’s underside, flicking across that vein snaking up the shaft. His reward was a stream of groans and precum.

Up and down, he worked Lilian’s cock, ecstatic cries growing urgent. Richard’s jaw ached, but he didn’t give a damn. All that mattered was Lilian’s pleasure.

He hit the back of Richard’s throat, grunting. Richard held him there, not moving except the twirling of his tongue, teasing Lilian. He swallowed, and his throat closed around Lilian’s crown, hugging it.

Lilian shrieked, his abdomen tensed, and his cock jerked in Richard’s mouth. He came, shooting hot seed down Richard’s throat, who swallowed with fervor. The tightening of his muscles milked more cum from Lilian’s twitching cock. It flooded him, the salty liquid washing over his tongue. Richard savored it. He loved nothing more than knowing he’d made Lilian feel so good he couldn’t help spilling his seed.

A small whimper was Richard’s signal to let go, and he slipped off Lilian’s cock. It smeared a drop of cum onto Richard’s bottom lip, which he licked up with zeal.

Lilian lay flushed and smiling on the pillows, lids heavy with post-orgasmic bliss. He beckoned Richard closer, who gladly obeyed, lying down by his side. They kissed, and Lilian hummed happily.

“Love coming inside your mouth,” Lilian mumbled between kisses.

“Love your taste.”

Lilian purred and licked across Richard’s lower lip. His nimble fingers worked Richard’s doublet open, impatiently tugging at the laces. When they came undone, Richard shrugged out of the jacket and discarded it beside the bed.

“You must be tired,” Richard said. “You don’t have to—”

Lilian raised an eyebrow. “You don’t seriously think you get to propose marriage to me and then deny me your body?” He pushed Richard’s unlaced shirt over his shoulders and undid his trousers. “Get naked.”

How could Richard say no to his future husband? He stripped, then climbed on top of Lilian, pecking the corner of his mouth. Richard dropped his weight on him, and his cock pressed into Lilian’s lower abdomen. “Tell me what you want.”

Lilian’s jaw slackened. He clasped Richard’s waist, provoking him to rock into him. Moaning, Richard responded, his cock twitching in delight at the friction. He pushed onto his hands, gazing into Lilian’s eyes as he ground and panted, leaving a sticky trail of lust on their stomachs.

Lilian’s fingers splayed and ran to his hip, then around, cupping Richard’s cheeks. A deep groan broke out of Richard. There was something possessive in Lilian’s touch. In his eyes. God, how Richard loved it. Lilian had every right to be possessive. He owned Richard, his body, his soul. Once they were married, they’d be even closer. Richard couldn’t wait for it. He yearned to share every part of himself with Lilian.

Lilian squeezed his ass, and a trickle of precum drooled from Richard’s cockhead.

“You like that,” Lilian said.

“Obviously.” Richard’s lips curved. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t like to do with you. Go on. Let your fingers wander. I know you want to.”

Lilian sank a tooth into his plump bottom lip and gazed at Richard. Those gorgeous pink eyes were going to be the end of him. Lilian pulled Richard’s cheeks apart with one hand, the fingers of the other dipping into his crease.

“So that’s where you want to go,” Richard said, suppressing a shudder when Lilian’s fingertips ran down his cleft. They brushed his hidden entrance, striking a chord deep inside him.

Richard plucked the faerie oil off the nightstand and uncorked it. Lilian’s eyes went wide.

“What?” Richard asked, amusement swinging in his tone.

“I didn’t think you were the type…”

“I haven’t done this in a long time, and you’re right, I’m not someone who enjoys submitting, but that’s not what this is about. I want to wrap around you and show you a different kind of pleasure.”

Richard poured the oil into the hollow of Lilian’s palm and watched him spread it on his fingers. He’d rarely opened his body to his lovers. It wasn’t that he didn’t like it, the act was thoroughly enjoyable, but it’d never been his preference. This was different. Hovering over Lilian, Richard couldn’t wait to take him inside. Slender fingers, wet with oil, dove into his crack and felt for his secret opening.

When Lilian nudged it, the warming property of the faerie oil ignited Richard. Fuck, he’d forgotten how intense the tingling heat was, how much it made him want to be filled. Lilian probed him, and before Richard forgot himself, he poured a splash of oil into his palm and spread the amber liquid over his digits.

Between them, Lilian’s cock rose. When Richard curled his fingers around him, Lilian dropped a needy sound. His digit pushed into Richard’s rim, which bore down, easing the resistance, allowing Lilian to slide inside.

Heat.

It washed over him like a wave, his insides undulating with desire, clutching Lilian’s finger as it entered him. Blind with arousal, he gripped Lilian’s cock, giving him a firm stroke.

Lilian bucked into his hand. “You’re going to make me come!” Lust and panic mixed in his shout.

“Not yet.” With his free hand, Richard clasped Lilian’s base between thumb and forefinger, staving off his climax.

The digit inside him bottomed out, and a low moan escaped Richard. Lilian thrust a few times, and Richard growled with urgency, stroking Lilian’s cock in time with the little shoves into his hole. Lilian’s dick pulsed, a fat dollop of precum collecting in his slit. On the next upstroke, Richard smeared it across Lilian’s crown, earning a breathy whimper.

High color graced Lilian’s cheeks, and he squirmed with need. Quickly, he pulled out and returned with two fingers. He rubbed Richard’s entrance, which willingly opened for him. Richard groaned with the sudden stretch, his hand rapidly jerking Lilian’s cock while holding his root captive.

“Such a tease,” Lilian mumbled, but there was no bite to his words.

“You love being teased till I wring an orgasm from you.”

“Yes.” The word was a dirty moan. “Sit on my cock and fuck me.”

Lilian drove his slick digits into Richard, whose hole quaked under the intrusion. Richard cursed, his insides hot with faerie oil and friction. Between them, his cock drooled onto Lilian, his arousal leaking from his slit and sliding down in a long, clear thread. Pearls of lust ran along it, making a mess of Lilian’s skin. Inside him, Lilian crooked his fingers.

“Fuck!” The shout bolted out of Richard as indescribable pleasure cracked into him like a whip. He’d forgotten how good this felt, but he would have to keep his wits about him for Lilian’s sake. Tonight was about Lilian, not him.

Richard stroked Lilian’s length, which throbbed and hardened to granite, readying to penetrate. To penetrate him . The thought was dizzying.

Lilian’s digits moved through him, stretching him. They parted, and Richard grunted as his inner walls gave way, enlarging him so he could welcome Lilian inside. He couldn’t stop his hole from squeezing those long, graceful fingers. Lilian withdrew until only his fingertips were inside, and he threw Richard a questioning look.

“I’m ready,” Richard said and positioned himself above Lilian’s cock. Guiding him with his hand, Richard lowered onto him.

They both gasped when that oiled glans nudged Richard’s entrance. The sensation of a flared cockhead pressing against him was unfamiliar but welcome.

“Come inside,” Richard said and bore down.

His sphincter opened, and Lilian’s tip passed through his tight ring. He inched lower, the oil smoothing the invasion.

Lilian clutched Richard’s hips. “So tight.” His lids fluttered, eyes rolling back in his head.

“Stay with me,” Richard said. He grunted as he took Lilian deeper, the final inches spreading him wide. Lilian was the perfect size for Richard’s untrained hole.

The muscles in his thighs strained as he sank onto Lilian. The move was controlled, and Richard avoided the sharp pain a faster descent would’ve brought. A growl forced its way past his gritted teeth when he settled on Lilian.

He was breathtaking, his body flushed with arousal, his light hair splayed on the pillows. Desperate to be closer, Richard dropped onto his hands, hovering above him. Lilian gave him a lazy smile when the move caused his cock to shift inside him.

Richard kissed his cheek. “Feels so good to hold you inside me.”

“You’re so hot and tight, and the slickness of the oil…” Lilian’s face contorted. “I’ve never… This is the first time…”

“You’ve never been inside another man?” Richard was as astonished as he was relieved. Who wouldn’t want gorgeous Lilian inside them? But he couldn’t deny he was glad nobody else got to experience the wondrous intensity of this. It belonged to Richard.

Lilian shook his head. “No. I’ve never been interested. But it feels nice… and safe.”

Richard pressed a kiss to his temple. “You are safe. Nobody can hurt you when you’re inside me. It’s your safe place, a part of me where only you are welcome. I’ll hold you tight, wrap around you and make you feel incredible. Once we’re married, I’ll take your soul into mine as well. I’m going to protect you with everything I am. I want to give you the world.”

Lilian turned his head and slotted their mouths together. Sweet heaven. Richard parted his lips and sought Lilian’s tongue, tangling and playing with him as he rocked back and forth, building a languid rhythm. They moaned in unison.

The faerie oil brought every nerve ending in Richard to life. His sensitivity to touch increased by the minute, and the smallest move propelled him higher.

“There’s nothing better than this,” Richard said, “than us.” Another kiss. “You’re so beautiful.”

“So are you,” Lilian said. “All those flexing muscles…”

“You like that, hmm?”

“You have no idea.” Lilian ran his hands over Richard’s torso. “You’re strong but not frighteningly so.”

“We’ve established that you could overpower me,” Richard said and snapped his hips, making Lilian throw his head back.

“Fuck!”

“Love seeing you lose yourself,” Richard said.

Lilian shifted, trying to lift his hips, but Richard’s weight pinned him to the bed.

“What are you doing?” Richard asked.

“I’m not hitting your prostate.” Lilian bit his lip. “I don’t want to be a bad lover.”

“First of all, you could never be, and secondly, I’m not hitting my prostate. It’s fine. Let me take care of you.”

Color crept into Lilian’s face. “What if I want you to come on my cock?”

Richard chuckled. “That can be arranged.”

He didn’t care about his pleasure half as much as about Lilian’s, but getting squeezed by another man’s coming hole was a magnificent feeling, and he wouldn’t deny Lilian the joy.

Richard shifted and tilted his hips, changing the angle as he slid along Lilian’s shaft. The next time Richard swallowed him to the root, Lilian bumped his prostate.

The delectable impact ripped a curse from Richard’s lips. Lilian’s fingers touching his sweet spot had felt good, but nothing compared to a fat cockhead pressing against his most sensitive spot.

Richard rolled his hips, dragging his hole up and down Lilian’s length. It was a tight squeeze, Richard’s unused insides narrowing around Lilian, gripping him with fervor. He ground his prostate into Lilian’s crown on the descent, pulling drawn-out groans from them both.

As his urgency climbed, Richard constricted, his hole clutching Lilian with a vengeance. Each time he lifted off, his insides clung to Lilian, unwilling to let him go. It drove them wild. Lilian was drooling a puddle of precum into him, and with each rise and fall, his cock gave a desperate throb. Richard couldn’t wait to feel the wet heat of his release unloading inside him.

Riding Lilian was incredible. How much better would it get once they were married, their souls united and their pleasure one? There’d be no greater joy. Lilian would be his, their souls tied together for eternity.

“I can’t wait for you to be my husband,” Richard said in Lilian’s ear, provoking a shiver. He rutted against Lilian, whose cock swelled inside of him, pushing against his inner walls. “You feel so good. I want to make you mine. I want to show you off to the whole world as my precious husband.”

Heat exploded in his core. It raced up his spine and down his thighs. His prostate responded to every push and grind. The longer he fucked himself on Lilian, the brighter the spots that danced in front of his vision turned.

Moans streamed out of Richard, and so did the precum. He was making a mess of Lilian’s abdomen. Maintaining control was impossible when the smallest move of his hips dragged Lilian’s cock through his oil-slick insides, each thrust culminating in a thump to his gland.

“Marrying you will be the greatest honor of my life,” Richard said.

Lilian’s gorgeous eyes gazed up at him with such helpless devotion, Richard’s hole gave an involuntary convulsion. One of these days, looking at Lilian would be enough to take him over the edge. Having such a beautiful young fae inside him was a privilege.

Richard kissed him with everything he had, unraveling with the multitude of sensations. His tongue dove into Lilian’s mouth, the contact sending sparks of desire into his balls. Lilian’s hands ran over his back, his sides, and up and down his abdomen and chest. Fingers pinched his nipples, and Richard’s cock spat a rush of precum. Lilian could undo him with a brush of his hand.

Another bump to his core, and Richard’s sack hiked toward his body. Full and heavy, his balls couldn’t wait to unleash onto Lilian. Fuck, he’d look so good covered in cum.

His hole clamped down. It brimmed with lust, threatening to overflow.

“Getting close,” Richard said against Lilian’s lips, whose cock jerked inside him, smacking his prostate. “Oh fuck, yes.”

Richard sped up, drawing sweet little sounds from him. Thump for thump, he drove his love spot against Lilian’s cockhead. His hole constricted further, strangling Lilian, making him cry out. He wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. What greater gift could Richard give him than triggering Lilian’s orgasm with his own?

“You want to come with me?” Richard whispered.

“Yes.”

He pistoned his hips, shoving Lilian into him over and over again. “I’m going to milk you with my climax.”

Lilian whimpered, and his eyelids fluttered. Richard’s punishing rhythm propelled them toward the brink, each well-aimed hit bringing them closer to release. Sweat pearled on Richard’s chest, and his balls nestled to his root. His heart thundered; his hole gripped Lilian like a vice. No holding back. Lilian gave a high-pitched, needy shout, and that did it.

Richard roared as his prostate seized. His hole dissolved in a crescendo of convulsions, clenching and unclenching on Lilian’s cock. Every muscle in his core pumped, and hot liquid shot from his balls into his cock. His dick twitched violently, hurling his release onto Lilian. It splattered onto his chest, hitting those hard, pink nipples. Lilian dropped a guttural moan, he arched, and spouts of wet heat hit Richard’s insides.

“Yes!” Richard gasped, his channel contracting in rapture. Splash after splash, Lilian emptied into him, painting Richard’s hole with his seed.

It was so filthy hot, an ecstatic cramp of murderous force knifed into Richard’s core. His inner walls squeezed and released Lilian with savage might, making them both grunt, their cocks spurting powerful volleys of cum.

Panting and groaning, Richard thrust a few more times, dragging the last of their seed from them. He collapsed on top of Lilian. They locked lips, and before Richard had a chance to go and get a wet cloth to clean them, they passed out from happy exhaustion.

The sun was at its zenith when Richard woke, a sleepy Lilian nuzzling his chest. They took their time getting ready, exchanging languid kisses as they dressed.

Only once they’d returned to Somerdale Castle did Richard inform his brothers of his betrothal to Lilian. They took the news with great excitement, promising to help with the wedding. A date at the end of summer was set, giving them enough time for preparations.

Lilian grew more radiant by the day. He and Richard had never been happier. They spent the balmy summer nights snuggling under Lilian’s blanket and enjoyed long days in the sun. During the afternoons, Richard moved his desk onto the shady terrace so he could draft letters while watching Lilian in the garden.

Sometimes, they went into Somerdale’s artisan quarter, and Lilian would enthuse over the clothes the dressmaker created or the weaver’s newest carpets. On their third visit, it became painfully clear Lilian was missing a creative outlet. Sure, he was content with gardening and decorating the castle, but Lilian had been a potter. It was time Richard accommodated him.

He hired workers to transform the unused room on the ground floor into a pottery. For weeks, Richard played coy when Lilian asked about the “renovations” downstairs. It paid off—Lilian virtually exploded with joy when Richard led him into the finished pottery complete with a potter’s wheel, shelves, paint and brushes, and a kiln.

Lilian went to work with zeal, producing whole collections of dishes, flower pots and vases. When the castle was overflowing—Lilian seemed intent on repaying Richard for the workshop in pottery—they donated his creations to Miss Bennett for her to sell at her shop and keep the proceeds. She was elated, and before long, everyone in Somerdale owned a creation of Lilian’s. They were gorgeous. Richard had seen fine pottery, but not the likes of what Lilian crafted.

Every day before lunch, Richard visited Lilian in his workshop, and they chatted before going upstairs to eat with the rest of the family. When Richard entered the pottery one late morning, sunlight was streaming through the windows. It fell onto Lilian’s blond mane, bringing it to a shine.

The only thing brighter was Lilian’s smile when he looked up. He beamed at Richard, pink eyes radiating joy. Richard strolled into the workshop, passing the long rows of shelves that held Lilian’s best work: plates with delicately painted scenery, vases from whose bodies colorful blossoms of glazed and painted clay protruded, figurines depicting fae, humans and various fair folk in subtle pastel shades.

Reaching Lilian, Richard leaned in and pecked his cheek. Even over the smell of wet earth and paint, Lilian’s floral scent couldn’t be missed. Richard lingered a second, breathing him in.

“Is it time for lunch already?” Lilian asked, putting aside the brush he’d used to paint his latest creation: a tureen too pretty to be used for serving soup. He’d decorated the bottom half with golden clams and a pod of dolphins frolicking in the waves. Atop the lid sat a creature half man, half fish with long, strawberry blond hair and a tail that glistened in all shades of blue. Lilian had crafted his petite features with great care.

“Almost, yes.” Richard nodded at the tureen. “He’s pretty.”

“He’s a merman.”

Richard sat on the wooden stool Lilian kept for visitors. “A merman?”

“Yes. King Malorn told me about them at James and Raziel’s wedding. They live in the ocean and lust after men, whom they lure in with their ethereal song. King Malorn said he’d visited their king a couple of times, though they live in another world.”

Richard wasn’t sure what to make of that. Malorn wasn’t one to spin yarn, but Richard had never heard of mermen. Then again, he also hadn’t thought he and his brothers would end up with fair folk.

“I found the story interesting,” Lilian continued, “and thought I might put one on a decorative dish.”

“It looks incredible,” Richard said, and Lilian blushed, lowering his lids. He still had his shy moments.

“You’re so kind. I was thinking we could display him in the dining hall.”

“I’d love that.”

Lilian wiped his hands on a cloth. “Have you heard from the front?”

“I received a letter from my knights this morning,” Richard said, his thoughts turning grim. “The orcs are progressing north, with some pushing into the southern villages. Ellesmere has been raided again, and there’s been an attack Mendham, the next village north. The orcs are coming closer and closer. The noble houses of central Vale have sent troops, but it’s not enough. It’s a matter of time before the south of my barony will be controlled by orcs.”

Sorrow creased Lilian’s brow. “If you’d married Princess Bellerose…”

“Her troops would’ve prevented this, yes. But as bad as this is, marrying Bellerose would’ve broken my heart and yours. I will never let you go. I’m going to protect and cherish you for as long as I live. For now, we are save behind these walls.”

Lilian stepped into his arms, laying his head on Richard’s chest. Richard tightened his arms around him and kissed his brow.

“I’m sorry this is happening,” Lilian said. “I wish something could be done. Do we know what’s happening to the abducted men?”

“The orcs often take them across the Great River into the Turian lands. That’s what reports say happened to Blaise and the other men taken from Ellesmere. The message that the Great River has been breached must’ve spread into the last village in the jungles of Oordoon. We won’t be able to hold our positions when more forces from Xaustra join the war. James wants to facilitate negotiations between humans and orcs, but thus far, people are apprehensive. They’re scared of orcs. I’m glad our servants haven’t run from Ogharod.”

“Oh, Ogharod has been perfectly polite. He’s popular.”

“Except with the poor cook who’s got to prepare a cow’s worth of meat every day. I feel for the woman.”

Lilian chortled. “I’ll never understand orc eating habits.”

“Talking about eating habits… you’re ready to head upstairs for lunch?”

“Yes.” Lilian sobered. “Let’s discuss the developments with the others.”

Richard rose and offered Lilian his hand, which he accepted. His slender fingers twined with Richard’s, and together, they left to dine with the rest of the family.