Page 26 of His Noble Savior (Folk of Vale #3)

“Fuck!” Lilian shook with the power of Richard’s climax. It triggered deep and heavy convulsions in his core, causing waves of release to bounce between them. The surges fed off each other, causing their joint orgasm to expand until every last muscle, every part of their souls was coming undone.

Lilian couldn’t see or hear. He rested safely in a cocoon of Richard’s love, drifting in the beautiful ocean that was them, two souls united in tender feelings.

Consciousness returned bit by bit. The first thing Lilian sensed was his dick in Richard’s hand. It was followed by Richard’s girth—hard as a rock. They’d come a bucketload, but thanks to the faerie oil, they weren’t done.

Richard hummed drowsily. He looked out of it, his eyes closed, lips curling in a satisfied smile. Lilian pecked him, but when he made to withdraw, Richard caught his chin and kissed him back, his tongue diving deep. Their desire flared to life, and the kiss grew impassioned and hungry. Lilian couldn’t get enough.

Richard wedged a leg between his thighs, and Lilian rutted against him, lazily stroking Richard. Their arousal built, but before they got too close to losing themselves, Richard eased back.

“How do you want to do it?” Richard asked. “I can move you into a shoulder stand, or you could turn on your stomach, but…”

“I’ll lie on my front.”

Richard’s brow furrowed. “Are you sure? You won’t be able to see me, and you might not like that.”

“Because I’ll miss your gorgeous face as you make me squirm?” Lilian asked lightly, but he knew what Richard was getting at. They’d never been intimate in a position where Lilian couldn’t see him.

“I’ll be fine,” Lilian said. It was true. A bit of tongue wouldn’t hurt. On the contrary…

He rolled onto his stomach and shoved a big, fluffy pillow under his head. Mmh, it smelled of Richard. The sheets rustled as Richard shuffled behind him, and then his hands came down on Lilian’s cheeks. Lilian tensed momentarily, not out of fear but in expectation of what was to come. Richard squeezed him, and Lilian let go, relaxing his muscles.

“You look amazing,” Richard said, and Lilian saw himself on the bed, blond locks brushing his shoulder blades, arms tucked under the pillow to support his head. His shoulders were narrow, but his back still tapered to his waist. A burst of desire belted him, though it took a minute before he realized it wasn’t his lust—it was Richard’s.

At the knowledge, Lilian stretched on the sheets, showing off his long, slender body. Richard saw through it, but that didn’t mean he didn’t appreciate it—his hunger swamped the bond.

Richard spread Lilian’s cheeks, cool air kissing his crease. What it would feel like when Richard’s tongue… Lilian nestled his cheek into the pillow and watched the candle on the nightstand flicker amidst a dozen rose petals.

The sheets whispered, and then hot, damp breath puffed against his entrance. Under the pillow, his hands curled in the bed linen. The first, wet lick had him gasping. Eyes wide, Lilian stared into the flame, his mind unable to catch up to the fact that Richard’s tongue was touching him there . It made him self-conscious. What if Richard didn’t like it?

“My God,” Richard mumbled, “you don’t just smell like flowers; you taste like flowers, fresh and sweet. I don’t know how you do it, little spring fae.”

He buried his face between Lilian’s parted buttocks. Flowers? That wasn’t what Lilian had expected, but he’d take it. Richard tongued his rim, and Lilian arched. Wedged between his abdomen and the mattress, his cock twitched.

Richard came down on him in circles, his tongue rotating until Lilian’s hole couldn’t help but open under the caress, the muscle widening before closing again. Round and round Richard licked him; then he switched to an up and down motion. Sensations swirled through Lilian, every flick of that skilled tongue taking him higher.

Wetness dripped from his cockhead, smearing onto his abdomen and soaking the sheets. If Richard kept this up, there’d be a puddle under Lilian by the time he was done.

“I feel the ghost of every lick,” Richard said when he came up for air, and Lilian moaned. He wanted Richard to feel good, to get as much out of this as he did. By the sounds of it, Richard was thoroughly enjoying himself. Lilian couldn’t wait to return the favor.

Another circle, and Lilian’s anal muscle went loose and placid. His sphincter opened, and Richard dipped inside. The shock of pleasure annihilated Lilian’s thoughts. He mumbled into the pillow, as precum streamed from his cock and onto the sheets.

Wet and soft, Richard’s tongue slid around his inner muscle, which quivered, then contracted. Ecstatic tremors rippled through Lilian. He was too out of it to wrap his head around what was happening, but Richard’s bliss sloshed into him, and that was enough to bring his insides to another delicious convulsion.

Had he known the marriage bond felt like this, he would’ve advanced the wedding date. He’d never want to miss this again.

Richard wormed deeper, and Lilian’s eyes rolled back in his head. Oh fuck. He whimpered, hoping it’d encourage Richard. He needn’t have worried. Richard tongue-fucked his hole, turning him into a dripping mess. He wriggled in and out, massaging Lilian’s ring into relaxation, teasing his inner walls with promises of what was to come.

Lilian poured an endless string of elated little noises, each one affirming Richard’s caresses. Besides the physical pleasure, there was the emotional bliss. Waves of adoration flowed between them, Richard sending them in time with each lick and whirl. Lilian’s eyes leaked happiness. He shook with it. He’d never thought he’d end up with a man who loved him with such burning intensity. All his life, Lilian had been rejected and abused, and now he lived in a castle fit for royalty, married to a lord who showered him with affection and gifts alike. Lilian’s gratitude knew no bounds. He gave himself to Richard without reservation. Richard had more than saved him.

“I love you,” Lilian choked out. There was no need to say it when their feelings shone so transparently through the bond, but he liked the sound of the words as they echoed off the tall ceiling.

Richard emerged from his cleft and pushed up on his cheeks. He leaned in, brushed Lilian’s locks aside, and placed a kiss on his shoulder. “I love you too.” He shifted and popped the cork off the faerie oil. “Let me show you how much.”

A heartbeat later, a slick finger came to rest on Lilian’s opening. The heat came instantly, rolling deep into Lilian and radiating across his buttocks. Richard pushed against the remaining resistance of Lilian’s tight anal ring, conquering it. His digit invaded Lilian’s hole, claiming him.

“This is yours,” Lilian said, his words muffled by the pillow. “My hole is yours.”

“And I take care of what’s mine.”

Richard inched deeper, rotating his finger to spread the oil. Lilian’s injury had long healed, but Richard took great care to ensure he was thoroughly lubed before intercourse.

As he slid inside, Lilian’s hole constricted, squeezing his digit. So good. The faerie oil set Lilian’s insides ablaze, pleasuring him with rushes of sensations.

Richard bottomed out, then withdrew and added a second finger. Lilian was used to the penetration, but Richard’s carefulness never wavered. Stretching was important, he said when Lilian tried to hurry him along. There wouldn’t be a hint of pain on Richard’s watch.

He teased Lilian’s pucker, which readily opened for him. Dipping inside, he took it slowly, allowing Lilian to grow accustomed to the girth of his digits. But fuck, Lilian’s insides were tingling with the faerie oil, his sensitized nerve endings begging for attention. He closed in on Richard’s fingers, the resulting friction driving him mad.

“Need you,” Lilian muttered, pushing back on Richard.

“I know. Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want. You deserve to feel good.”

Richard thrust, inserting his fingers deeper into Lilian’s deprived hole. He wriggled, trying to take more, earning a soft chuckle.

Lilian loved the gentle penetration. It was a delight on its own but also preparation for the main course. He licked his lips. Bit by bit, Richard took him, his fingers parting that tight channel. When he finally hilted his digits, Lilian dropped a pleased sound. He was nice and full, Richard pressing the faerie oil into his walls. They quaked with wanton excitement.

“Look at that,” Richard said. “You’re being such a good boy, taking my fingers all the way.”

Lilian’s cock jerked, his balls drew upward, and a low grunt rushed past his lips. He was a complete whore for Richard, and they both loved it.

Richard withdrew by an inch, then sank back inside, Lilian’s walls clutching him. He wouldn’t let him pull out. Richard repeated the motion, creating wriggle room inside Lilian’s tight confines. Once Lilian had grown accustomed to his digits, Richard went for a rougher push and pull, tantalizing him with the prospect of a thorough finger fuck.

“You want to come on my fingers?”

“Please.”

Richard drove deep and curled his digits, dragging the tips over Lilian’s prostate.

“Yes!”

Sparks zapped up Lilian’s spine, making his entire body jerk out of control. His sack settled at his root; his cock ached with need. He panted, sweat slicking his skin. It didn’t matter he’d come once already. If Richard put his mind to it, he could force one climax after the other from Lilian’s willing body, triggering release after release until he passed out, only to resuscitate him with another mind-bending orgasm. Richard could do this all night, and Lilian would be nothing but a thankful puddle of goo by morning.

Richard pulled back, massaging Lilian’s sensitive walls but avoiding the core of his lust. He loved playing with him like that, giving him a taste of ecstasy, then withdrawing and teasing him until he was mad with arousal.

Skirting Lilian’s prostate, he fostered tension in Lilian’s pelvic floor. Lilian loved and hated it. It was such a mean tease, but the strain on his anal muscles would eventually unload in an explosive orgasm.

“Please touch me,” Lilian begged, wriggling his ass to dislodge Richard’s deliberately placed fingers and steal a nudge to his prostate.

Richard wasn’t having it. He shifted his weight onto Lilian’s thighs and placed a hand between his shoulder blades, immobilizing him. “Keep still.”

It was for Lilian’s own good. Richard was going to deliver exceptional handiwork, and Lilian squirming would mess with that. Accepting obedience as the best way forward, Lilian relaxed, letting Richard tantalize him in peace.

And tantalize he did. His fingers wandered along Lilian’s insides, delivering friction to every part of his hole that wasn’t his prostate, rousing his inner walls until they twitched uncontrollably.

Lilian groaned but received no mercy, just an endless string of titillating caresses designed to drive him insane. His cock jerked and wept, and if the drops of wetness that dripped onto the back of his thigh were anything to go by, Richard wasn’t faring any better.

After an eternity, Richard finally advanced on his prostate. He crept toward it, Lilian’s every muscle straining in anticipation. He needed Richard, needed him so badly. When he stopped a hairbreadth from his gland, Lilian wailed. “Stop teasing, I need—” The rest of his sentence was lost in a holler when Richard’s fingertips came down on his pleasure center.

Lilian seized in ecstasy, his body bucking in rapturous cramps, contained by Richard’s strength. Unable to command his twitching muscles, Lilian had no choice but to let the surge wash over him.

“I think that was worth the wait, don’t you?” Richard asked, his tone tender. He repeated the nudge, sending Lilian into another round of near-orgasmic contractions.

When he calmed, Richard probed the tissue surrounding Lilian’s gland, drawing circles. Each time Richard grazed his prostate, Lilian jumped with aroused agitation.

“So sensitive,” Richard mused.

Lilian could only whimper. The noises he made escalated when Richard brushed his little bundle of nerves. His entire body responded, but Richard held him down, controlled him. Every touch sent flashes of pleasure through him, making it impossible to think.

“Here’s what I’m going to do,” Richard said casually, as if he was about to demonstrate troop movements on a map, but the bond betrayed his burning arousal. “I’m going to stroke that excitable little gland of yours, and I won’t stop until you come. It’s going to be a lot, but that won’t be all. I’ll overstimulate you until you descend into a rampage of orgasms. My husband deserves no less on his wedding night than to be so thoroughly wrecked, he won’t be able to walk the next day.”

“You’re the most amazing husband.” The words inadequately described the deep gratitude Lilian felt, and he sent emotion through their connection, letting Richard know how thankful and devoted he was.

Richard returned the sentiment. “You’re so precious.”

Lilian nestled into the pillow, and Richard probed his gland, drawing a long moan from him. “That’s it,” Richard said. “Show me how you feel.”

He tapped Lilian repeatedly, provoking a string of breathy curses, which grew in volume as his touch firmed. Lilian didn’t know how he deserved this royal treatment, but he revered Richard all the more for it.

Soon, Richard was prodding and stroking him, his once perfunctory nudges turning purposeful and focused, designed to deliver unspeakable pleasure. Lilian responded to each swipe across his gland with insistent, debauched noises, spurring Richard into rougher and faster jabs.

As Richard sped up, Lilian’s insides pulled taut, and his balls flexed. They yearned to unload. His cock was making a mess of the sheets, but Lilian didn’t care. All that mattered was the ecstasy Richard rained on him. A first, involuntary contraction announced his approaching orgasm. The moans he spilled turned high-pitched and urgent.

Richard’s fingertips on his sensitive gland felt wonderful. They massaged him without pause, driving him to the brink of desperation. Richard’s love flooded him, making each touch twice as good. He poured tender care into Lilian, lovingly stroking his most special place.

It robbed Lilian of his senses. Dizzy with emotion and lust, his vision blurred. His lips parted, breath puffing out of him. Richard’s affection streamed into his core, and his fingers curled in the sheets.

Lilian floated, two fingertips kneading the center of his being to climax. His hole narrowed, embracing Richard’s digits, driving them deep into his prostate. They stayed. Exerting pressure. It built, Lilian’s inner walls tensing. Delectable lust sluiced into him, and when he thought it couldn’t get better, a tidal wave of love crashed into him. There was no holding back.

Richard’s warmth swept him away, and an orgasm washed over Lilian. His insides erupted into convulsions, clutching Richard’s fingers, holding them firmly in the place where he needed them the most.

Richard’s hand disappeared from his back, and the wet slap of skin on oiled skin punched the air. Not two seconds later, Richard let loose a gasping grunt. Feverish lust hit Lilian’s soul, and ribbons of hot cum smacked his ass.

Oh fuck. Richard was coming. He was coming on Lilian, painting his skin with his release, jerking his cock to the sight of Lilian climaxing on his fingers.

Another splatter whacked him across his cheeks, and Lilian whined, his hole undulating around Richard’s digits. They were firm and thick, and Lilian keened, coming so hard he lost all feeling in his body except his clenching core and cum-spurting cock. He drenched the sheets.

The moment his contractions faded, Richard’s fingers resumed their merciless strokes. Lilian yelped, but Richard was relentless, panting and snarling above him. “I told you that wouldn’t be it.”

He quickened the pace, and tension gathered in Lilian’s loins. Oh damn. He was seconds away from coming again. Richard ground into his love spot, and Lilian exploded into another orgasm. It rattled him, turning him into a convulsing heap of pleasure.

More wet, sloshing sounds and Richard groaned. Hot spurts hit Lilian’s ass. Cum ran into his crease, collecting in the place where Richard had buried his fingers inside him. He pulled out, ran his digits through his seed, and thrust inside, pressing his cum drenched fingertips into Lilian’s prostate.

A savage curse flew off Lilian’s lips, and he burst into contractions. They worshiped Richard. They worshiped Richard’s cum inside him. Where it belonged.

He needed Richard, needed him inside his hole. Lilian panted through his climax. “Fuck me.”

Richard gave him one last stroke, delivering a mind-breaking convulsion. He withdrew and made to roll Lilian onto his back.

“No, like this,” Lilian pressed out. “Take me from behind.”

“But—”

“Our connection. Your scent. I know it’s you. I love you, and I want you to fuck me.”

Hesitation swayed in the bond. Richard didn’t want to scare or hurt him.

Lilian looked over his shoulder. “I want you. Full force. No holding back. I’m a fae, and you can’t break me.”

It must’ve appeased Richard because his resolve returned. The hunger in his soul flared. “Then I’m going to fuck you like I mean it.”

Oh hell, yes. Lilian buried his face in the pillow and lifted his ass, body and soul begging Richard to mount him. He didn’t have to be asked twice. Holding Lilian’s hips steady, Richard slid in behind him. For a split second, Lilian feared this position would prove too much after all, but Richard’s soul was a constant, reassuring presence. In his arms, Lilian had nothing to worry about. Richard was there to pleasure and protect him, and Lilian sank into the safety of their joint souls.

Richard’s slick and spongy glans tapped his entrance, and Lilian bore down, opening that tight hole for his husband. The pressure built, and Richard’s cockhead squeezed inside. Lilian’s anal ring rejoiced at being conquered. Richard taking him was Lilian’s sweetest defeat.

“Fuck…” Richard ground out. “You’re so damn tight… every time…”

A spurt of precum spilled from Lilian’s tip, adding to the mess on the sheets. Grunting, Richard advanced. He stuffed his cock into him, every shove making Lilian constrict around him.

That big cockhead pleasured Lilian’s walls on the way in, rubbing every last nerve ending. The added faerie oil did the rest, causing Lilian to squirm and moan.

Richard clasped his hips and thrust, hilting himself in Lilian, completing the invasion. Lilian clenched. The fullness fueled his lust. He craved to be claimed and fucked. Richard dousing his insides in cum was the consummation of their marriage, and Lilian yearned to be taken and possessed in the most primal way. He ought to be pumped full of seed.

Richard couldn’t read his thoughts, but the notion must’ve traveled through the bond—his cock jerked violently inside Lilian, the fat glans thumping his prostate.

Lilian gasped, his eager hole gagging for more. Richard didn’t keep him waiting. Against the resistance of Lilian’s constricting walls, he withdrew. He shoved back in, roaring when he bottomed out. Panting, he dropped onto Lilian, and for the first time, Richard’s calm, cultivated manner gave way to something wild and untamed. He brought his front to Lilian’s back, his larger body caging Lilian’s smaller one. It should’ve frightened him, but the opposite was true. Richard’s possessiveness was a promise of safety.

“Mine!” Richard bit out and thrust, driving his cock into Lilian’s prostate.

Lilian’s vision whited out. If Richard said that one more time, he was going to come. “Yours.”

Richard growled. His soul flared with pride. It took Lilian’s breath away. Richard’s pure gratification at their marriage shouldn’t have surprised him, but after a lifetime of rejection, it did. Richard was proud to have made him his husband, and it filled Lilian with soul-deep joy.

“I’m so happy to be with you,” Richard said and cupped the back of Lilian’s hand with his, aligning their wedding marks. “You’re the kindest, most beautiful person in the world, and any man would’ve counted himself lucky with you by his side. It would’ve been wrong to share this bond with anyone but you. I want to protect and pamper you. Marrying anybody else would’ve been a disaster. I worship you.” His fingers entwined with Lilian’s. “I’m so in love with you.” Lilian wanted to say the words back, but Richard moved inside him, and with his nerve endings sparking, Lilian was incapable of anything but a weak moan and a mental wave of love that he rolled at Richard. “Let me give you the orgasm you deserve.”

Richard drew back his hips only to snap them forward, tunneling into Lilian and smacking his bulbous glans into his helpless bundle of nerves. Pleasure shot through Lilian. He groaned, but Richard gave him no reprieve, rolling his hips and knocking his prostate again and again until Lilian was drooling from mouth and cock, mindless with thrumming ecstasy.

His high-pitched keens affirmed Richard’s jabs to his gland, which seized with every attack. In the depths of Lilian’s core, his climax was building. Richard rutted into him, forcing him toward the edge.

Lilian wanted to be Richard’s, neck and crop. There was one last piece missing for the completion of their marriage, and Lilian craved it with all his being.

“Make me yours,” Lilian panted. “Make me your husband in every way.” His insides clenched on Richard’s girthy cock.

“You want that?” Richard rumbled in his ear. “You want me to fill you, mark you as mine with my seed?”

“Yes. Please.” Lilian’s hole narrowed. His inner muscles strangled Richard as if they could force the cum from him.

Richard’s mouth latched onto his neck, sucking at the sensitive skin. His soul closed around Lilian’s. He was Richard’s. Nobody else got to touch him. Richard ought to kill anyone who tried.

“Mine,” Richard growled against his neck, his cock shoving into Lilian. He grabbed Lilian tight and sped up until he was pistoning into him, plundering his hole.

Lilian responded, his balls hiking toward his base, his insides tensing. Richard fucked his prostate, pounding it with savage force until Lilian’s cock jerked in rabid need, and his gland seized with every punch. Orgasm coiled in his core, licked at his balls. He was going to come, no stopping it.

“Mine, mine, mine,” Richard chanted, increasing the pace until he was drilling into Lilian, nailing his prostate with a thunder of beats. His teeth scraped Lilian’s neck. “I’m going to come so fucking hard inside of you. You’re getting tight… nghhh… gripping me so good. You’re close, about to explode in lust.”

Lilian reared up, but Richard was pinning him in place. He couldn’t move; he was at the mercy of Richard’s relentless thrusts. They hit him right in the spot, pleasuring his core until that little gland of his pulsed.

Desire coiled at the base of his spine, ready to unleash the climax of a lifetime on him. He shook, body tensing in the moments before release.

Richard panted into his ear, his hot breath kissing him. “MINE!” His cock bucked, smacking Lilian’s prostate.

Lilian yelped when the first contraction drove into him, gripping his hole and making it clench around Richard’s cock with the power of a fist. Richard gasped and went rigid, clutching Lilian as he hurled his seed into his coming hole. Fuck! Yes! They came as one. It was everything Lilian had wanted.

He clamped down on Richard and descended into a rush of convulsions, cum squirting from his tip, his balls trembling as the seed jetted from him. They rutted together, and Richard doused him in his release, marking him.

Lilian convulsed, Richard’s every ridge and vein imprinting on his insides. Richard didn’t stop. He fucked him with a vengeance, pumping into him, splattering his undulating inner walls. His glans hit Lilian over and over until he was shrieking with ecstasy, crying and twitching in blind rapture, pushing back on Richard, asking for harder and faster. And he got it. Richard ravished him, pounding him through his orgasm, taking him with unwavering vigor.

“Love you,” Lilian choked out, and Richard wrapped him in that same emotion, pushing him into a full-body orgasm, every muscle contracting in release. Lilian came, body and soul, and he pulsed in time with Richard, their bond strengthening with the power of the climax.

Afterward, they lay languished on the bed. Richard dragged Lilian’s blanket over them and curled around him from behind, nuzzling his nape. He slung an arm around Lilian’s torso and held him close. Lilian could barely keep his eyes open, but his lips curved in happiness.

“Was I too rough?” Richard asked, worry edging into his voice.

“You were perfect. You gave me everything I asked for and more. I loved every minute of it.”

Richard pushed a leg between Lilian’s. “Good. I’m glad.” He sounded sleepy.

Lilian purred. Richard had been right—there was no way he’d be able to walk in the morning. He was well-fucked and drowning in happiness. Richard satisfied his every need.

Lilian lay his arm on top of Richard’s and linked their fingers, wedding marks aligning. Their souls mingled as they drifted off. Their minds were one, their long, deep breaths following the same relaxed rhythm. A lifetime of happiness stretched out before them.

THE END

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