Page 14 of The Demons of Wychwood

RELEASE

I took Christopher’s hand and led him back to the sliding panel. He eased it open, and we stepped through into the empty closet of room ten. I blew out the candle and put the lantern down on a closet shelf. The smell of mothballs and disuse wasn’t exactly an aphrodisiac, and so I opened the closet door, led Kit to the bed, and sat him down. Kit was submissive and pliant, he looked a little lust drunk if I’m honest, and it aroused me no end that I’d been the one to do this to him. Kit appeared so innocent lit by candles and firelight, his dark curls dishevelled, and his white shirt marked with dust, the top buttons were undone revealing a delicious peek of the dark hair on his chest.

“What would you like to do?” I asked, stepping between his legs and cupping his stubbled face. “Anything you want or nothing. It’s entirely up to you,” I added.

“Would you…no…no forget it,” Kit stuttered, and his lust drunk eyes looked away. I turned his head to make him look at me.

“Tell me, please. I’ll do what I can to make it good for you.”

“It sounds…ridiculous,” he sighed

My brows rose and I glared at him.

“Very well. I’d rather like to do what Fortesque and Johnson were doing.”

I smiled, proud of him for expressing his wishes. I was glad of his request cos it matched my own desire. I’d longed to lay naked with a lover and feel the weight and strength of him. I wanted to ensure that whatever happened between Kit and me was nothing like what Napier did to him. I leaned in and tasted Kit’s pretty mouth.

Kit’s arms snuck around my waist and cupped my arse. We groaned into each other’s mouths as he gave my firm cheeks a squeeze. I drew back,

“I know I ain’t done much of this before, but I think we might have too many clothes on!” I chuckled. Kit passed his pocket watch to me, and I placed it with mine on the nightstand, tardy tarnished brass placed besides engraved gold with ornate enamelling. I began to unbutton milord’s shirt. He undid my trousers and pushed them and my smalls down my thighs. He ran his hands over my bare flesh, exploring me as he came back up and then squeezed my arse again.

“Easy there,” I said as his touches made my prick jump to attention. “We ain’t in no rush,” I reminded “ Lift yer arms,” I suggested with a wry grin.

“Yes, yes, sorry. I’m getting a little lost,” Kit admitted. “There’s so much of you I want to touch…to taste!” Kit said breathily. I dragged the shirt over his head and tossed it aside, Kit smirking shyly at me all the while. I made to reach out to lay a hand on his chest, but he pushed me back a step and then stood and undid his trousers, pushing them down his thighs. His beautiful prick leapt and slapped against his taut hairy belly. What a vision. No wonder Napier wanted to keep him all to himself; Lord Penhelligan was a well-made young man. Kit had pale skin with a dark pelt on his chest that trailed down and swirled around his belly button. His cock, flushed dark pink with arousal, stood proud amid a nest of hair that was as well-tended as the topiary hedges in the garden here at Wychwood.

I hurriedly undressed and when we were both naked, I crawled onto the bed and sat with my back against the soft feather pillows. I reached out a hand,

“Milord, would you care to accompany me on an adventure?” I said in a put-on la-de-dah voice.

Kit laughed at my attempt at a posh accent as he placed his hand in mine. “I would be delighted to accompany you, Mr. Lazarus.”

I pulled Kit roughly across the bed and he landed on top of me, his chest pressed to mine. My body was skinnier than Kit’s and my blond chest hair was just a smattering of fine down that led in a trail to my belly. The feeling of having this warm, tightly muscled body against mine made me groan.

“You feel good,” I admitted my hands automatically reaching for Kit’s hair free arse. I explored him like he was one of them architect’s drawings in the plan book, running a finger here and there, following the lines. I wanted to find out how he fitted together and where the secret passages were that led to all kinds of treasures!

Kit arranged his legs between my thighs and our cocks lay side by side between our bellies; the slightest movement of his hips gave me a dart of pleasure. He pushed his face into the crook of my neck, and I thought he was going to start mauling me, but he didn’t. He breathed me in, and then lay still. My fingers trailed up and down his back, over all of that gorgeous flawless skin that I’d seen ill used by Napier. I kissed the side of his neck and pushed my nose into his lovely lemony curls. Then I just held him too. It felt greedy to have my arms filled by such a man as Kit Havelock. The responsibility of what I was doing hit me, a heavy weight in my chest and I clung on tighter. This may be my one and only chance to show him how it can be to lay with someone who cares about you.

“Is this alright for you? Is this what you wanted?” I asked casually, knowing by the stiff cock prodding mine that he was doing very well! My question hung in the air for a moment, and then Kit raised his head and kissed me. That was all the reply I needed. I rolled him over and we began to rut and wrestle, our hands roaming freely, touching, and teasing. Kit clamped his mouth onto one of my nipples and sucked, and my God, I’d never had that done to me before. “Ohhh Kit,” I gasped passionately as my hips gained a life of their own and pushed up off the bed involuntarily. My balls drew up tight to my body and I thought for a second,I would spend cos the pleasure was so sweet. I had to return it and make Kit feel just as good.

I rubbed my face against his soft pelt, loving the way the wiry hair felt brushing my skin, and then I took a budded nub between my lips and sucked like a baby. Kit shuddered and groaned, and a strange rush of power came over me at being able to give him pleasure. I wanted to feel him shudder again. I wanted to hear the whimpering moan that always made me spend when I’d watched Kit through the peephole.

His eyes were closed, and he let me kiss, bite, lick, and suck him over his neck, chest and lower.

“The demon’s writhing, please, please!” he begged. Hearing that was like a bucket of ice water in my face. I stopped kissing him and moved up to focus on his face—his eyes were closed and scrunched tight.

“Hey, Kit, open your eyes,” I said trying to keep the anger from my voice. I knew that Napier’s poison had been dripping into his blood for years. It would take more than a tumble to make him understand that what he felt was no demon, but his natural, God given desire. The wounds Napier had given cut deep and had scarred Kit, and so I’d keep telling him this until he believed it himself. I cupped Kit’s jaw and looked into his dark, stormy eyes.

“You ain’t got no demon. Do you understand? Your body knows what it needs to be happy, just like eating and drinking makes you healthy, so does a little bit of the right kind of affection.”

He stared at me in disbelief. I figured that his couplings with Napier had followed certain rules, and I wasn’t playing by the rules. Christopher Havelock was very much out of his depth.

“What you feel ain’t a sickness, and it ain’t a curse. I don’t want to hear any more talk of demons, you hear, cos it ain’t true. This is the only truth that matters,” I said as I rocked my hips pushing my cock to rub against his silken shaft, once, twice. Now, that got his attention.

“Where do you feel me? Take my hand and show me!” His eyes came into focus and he licked his lips. Kit’s response was wordless. He took my hand and pushed it between us to caress his groin and his prick,

“Yes,” I said, and then he moved my hand, sliding it up to cover his heart.

“I know. That’s how it’s supposed to feel. It ain’t wrong and it ain’t no demonic possession. This might be overwhelming, but I won’t let no harm come to you.”

Kit’s expression softened. He was no longer wracked by need and self-revulsion.

“Let’s make it good, aye, together.” Our eyes were locked now. Kit lifted his arse and replied in one, two thrusts, rubbing his hard prick against mine, making me gasp. And then, as if it was predestined, our bodies moved as if by their own volition. Kit lifted his head and captured my mouth in a blistering kiss as he rocked against me, again and again. Our movements became urgent and then he cried out. There was such a joyful sound of release as his spend erupted, giving me a bit of warm slick to ease my rutting. I clung to him as his climax wracked his body, the feeling of his pulsing shudders pushing me over the edge. He held onto me too as I blew my load, and then we lay in a sticky mess, panting as our hearts raced.

I recalled what happened every time Napier was done with Kit, how he would leave Kit bereft, and so I rolled off him, but then I pulled Kit with me to my side. He laid his head on my chest, and I ran my fingers through his mop of soft curls. Neither of us spoke and within moments he was asleep. I soon followed.

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We were woken sometime later by the drunken roaring of a man and then the sound of a door slamming. Kit jumped up like he’d been whipped and then remembering where he was, and who he was in bed with, his eyes darted to me. He knew as well as I did that the man causing a commotion was General Edward Napier. He had that parade-ground bellow that must have put the fear of God into soldiers, no matter the rank. Then I remembered why Napier was bellowing—he’d been stood up and by the sound of the commotion he was causing, he didn’t like it, not one bit.

“I think you’d do well to lay low for a day or so, don’t you?” I said warily.

“Indeed. I’ve seen him in these foul moods when he doesn’t get his way. He’ll go to a gaming hell, drink himself into a stupor, and end up at his club.”

“Whatcha gonna do?”

“I don’t know!”

“We can stay here for a while longer, or you could come to mine,” I suggested.

“Will your sister not be alarmed?”

“Nah, Elowen’s as good as gold. Just as long as I’m home before midnight during the week she don’t make a fuss.”

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