Page 43 of The Frog Prince (The GriMM Tales #6)

“Yours too,” Alwin whispered, almost desperate to see Otto nude. To see their skin pressed together with nothing in between.

Otto lost his clothes in mere seconds under Alwin’s eager eyes. He sat in front of him like a golden treat made just for him. A prize for the prince.

“You are stunning,” Alwin said, kneeling between Otto’s calves and running his hands over his strong legs. “Sunshine and gold.”

He watched Otto’s pale skin flush under his gaze and his words, and he felt his heart thunder at the fact that he was the one making Otto feel this way.

His hands climbed over Otto’s calves, fingers still sticking instead of sliding from his knees to his thighs, gripping the flesh there as he stared at what was between Otto’s legs, hard and flushed and leaking at the tip. Just for Alwin.

“How do you want me, my prince?” Otto asked, leaning back on his palms, displaying himself like a feast, and Alwin gasped, image after filthy image flashing before his eyes.

He wanted him everywhere and in every imaginable way. He hungered for him. He wanted to devour him and merge them into one entity. He wanted to consume Otto, the desire so intense he was scaring himself.

“I want to mount you,” he said finally, the pull of the frog still there, still strong. “But the ground is too rough.”

“I can handle some grit, Alwin.” Otto shifted until he was on his knees, looking over his shoulder at Alwin, his back to Alwin’s chest.

Alwin wrapped his arms around Otto’s chest, feeling how much harder he could grip him now that they weren’t as fragile and thin as they used to be. He pulled Otto toward himself, plastering his naked body over Otto’s back, rounded fingertips landing on his nipples.

His lips latched on to Otto’s neck, sucking bruise after bruise into the pale skin.

His fingers explored. Suckled the hardened buds.

Danced along his rib cage. Dipped between defined abs and found the dips of Otto’s hips.

He spread his hands down the groove of Otto’s groin, framing his cock and balls between his fingers and pulling Otto’s ass against his own erection.

“Want you inside me,” Otto whispered, but Alwin shook his head, biting Otto’s earlobe.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, running his fingers over Otto’s cock, making him shiver. Over his shoulder, he saw the webs still between his fingers, keeping them together, making it harder for him to give Otto what they both so clearly wanted.

“You won’t,” Otto said.

“I can’t prepare you, my love. I can’t use my fingers individually, and you’re too tight for me to use them all at once.”

“I want you to. I can take it.”

“Otto…” Alwin said, but Otto reached behind himself, around Alwin, and dove between his cheeks. Where Alwin was wet.

Where the slick he’d produced as the Frog Prince still pooled now that he was back to being mostly human.

“Yes!” Otto moaned when he found Alwin soaked. “I was hoping this had stayed.”

“You were?” Alwin asked and Otto nodded, fingers prodding at Alwin’s opening.

“It is so unbearably sexy to know you’re leaking for me. To know you want me that much. We can use this.”

He scooped some of the wetness from between Alwin’s cheeks and brought it between his own legs, spreading it over his hole.

Alwin watched, mesmerized by the scene unfolding. Otto leaned forward, palms on the ground, his opening glistening with Alwin’s slick.

“Please,” he said and Alwin couldn’t deny him anything. With a pained cry he descended on him like a man possessed.

He kissed the base of his spine, as he reached between his cheeks and slowly pushed in. Otto’s body protested for just a few moments before he moaned loudly and bore down against the intrusion. The tight ring of muscles gave, and Alwin slipped inside, his sensitive finger spearing into his lover.

Otto pushed back, impaling himself on the sticky digit, dropping to his forearms and resting his head on the backs of his hands.

He moaned loudly as Alwin’s pad found that one spot and stuck inside him, breaths coming out choppy and labored. His hips were rolling into Alwin’s touch, his thighs trembling.

Alwin could see the rough ground digging into Otto’s knees, could see small scrapes on fragile skin.

He didn’t want to see Otto in pain, but the pleasure seemed to be winning.

“I’m ready,” Otto keened beneath him. “Now, Alwin.”

He pulled his finger out and stood, bracing his hands on the small of Otto’s back as he straddled him from behind. His thighs bracketed Otto’s hips, and he held him against the ground as he brought his cock between slick cheeks and pushed in.

For a split second, doubt crept in.

His eyes caught on green skin against pale.

Four webbed fingers spread over a human back.

A cock without balls disappearing inside Otto, aided by the slick Alwin’s body had produced.

The position he was in, which had been guided solely by the desire of someone Alwin had fought so hard not to be anymore.

“You feel so good,” Otto said brokenly. His hips rocked against Alwin. He reached between his own legs with one hand, and Alwin realized he was touching himself. Enjoying it. “Perfect.”

Alwin’s doubts evaporated. He hooked his legs around Otto and braced himself against his back as he pulled out and slammed back in, forcing scream after scream out of his lover.

He closed his eyes against the pleasure threatening to swallow him whole as he rode Otto, just like a frog would at mating season, deafened by his eager moans, gripped by his body until it was verging on painful.

Each thrust felt like more than the one before. The tidal wave built until it consumed everything in its wake.

He leaned forward until his chest fell onto Otto’s back, hips driving in and out, frenzied and wild. His tongue snuck out to lick the sweat off his back, tasting the salt and the tang of it as if it were his favorite treat.

The glen echoed with their pleasure. The water behind them rippled with their mating.

Otto’s fingers clawed at the damp soil and his cheek was smeared with mud.

He looked so wild, so uninhibited, so primal, that Alwin’s world tilted on its axis and he tumbled down, pumping shot after shot of hot semen into Otto’s body.

He blacked out, vaguely aware of Otto screaming his own pleasure as he pumped his cock with his fist beneath Alwin. He remained limp across Otto’s back, cock still inside him as Otto trembled, barely holding himself and Alwin up.

He felt Otto move them until they were side by side, trading kisses and touches and looks, and Alwin felt seen. Every version of him, Otto had seen and known and loved. There was nothing to hide anymore.

“I love you,” he whispered, and Otto kissed his messy hair, guiding him until he was lying on Otto’s muddy chest.

“I love you too,” Otto said, his heart beating frantically under Alwin’s ear.

“The village?” Alwin asked once they’d both caught their breath and the heat from their skin had melted into the cool soil.

“I treated them alongside you. While you slept and healed at our house, I used Henne’s workshop to make more of the cure and distributed it to those who needed it over those days.”

Alwin’s brows furrowed as he tried to remember, but they were nothing but a blur of colors and shapes.

“Did you find the cause of the illness while you were in Henne’s home?”

“He was lacing the prescriptions. I always assumed he took them after he got me to make them because he wanted to take credit, but he was adding things to them to make people sicker all along,” Otto said, his wounded heart clear in his words.

“He’d wait for them to get a normal sickness and then he would exploit it.

That’s why I couldn’t pinpoint a single source, and that’s why the prescriptions were so wrong when I got back from the forest. He even got to Gisela right under my nose. ”

“That isn’t your fault. You couldn’t have predicted or guessed what his intentions were. He hid behind incompetence to you and feigned competence to others. They trusted him and he betrayed them. The world knows now. That will forever be his legacy.”

“I could have saved more.”

“You saved those you could,” Alwin said softly. “You saved Gisela. And you saved me.”

“I can’t take credit for your perseverance, Alwin.” Otto smiled a little, like he was slightly comforted at least. “You are incredible.”

Alwin blushed. “So are you.”

Otto ran a hand through the hair over Alwin’s ear. “An incredible pair we make then.”

Alwin leaned up and caught his lips in another kiss, curling a hand around the back of his neck to hold him there, still scared that this would all turn out to be an elaborate dream.

Otto swallowed his desperation, drinking it down and offering calm and serenity in gentle nips and sucks, tongue dipping inside to taste his.

Alwin felt desire simmer, but his body was almost completely spent.

His head fell back, and he panted around Otto’s kisses, letting out a whine and tightening his grip when Otto made to move away. Otto lavished attention on him until he was satisfied, until the burn in his chest had eased.

“So…” Otto said softly once he finally pulled away. He laid his head next to Alwin’s and held his gaze. “What now, Prince Adalwin?”

The name sounded foreign outside of his own head. “I wanted to tell you.”

Otto nodded. “I do not blame you. I worked out long ago that you had reasons for your secrets. They ate at you too much to have been kept willingly. And you tried in your own ways. The story you told about the prince and his men…”

The tears that he had long since been denied came quickly to the surface, a single one slipping down his temple. “Was true. The only part I couldn’t speak about was the truth of my fate.”

Otto’s jaw clenched as he wiped the tear away tenderly. “She cursed you into that form for refusing her?”