Page 21 of The King’s Bodyguard (Catkin Trilogy #1)

Corrin

L andis was all hands, all tongue, all teeth as he threw himself into the frenzy of our lovemaking.

He wanted this. I could tell. There was desperation in the way he gave himself up to me, the way his lips marked me, the press of his fingers against my skin, the scratches of his nails along my shoulders.

That he had been sleeping with a bottle of oil underneath his pillow was even more telling.

And I would give him what he desired. For the good of his people and his country, Landis was about to sacrifice his right to choose true love and bind himself to another.

And I knew that Landis would not take on the duty of his marriage lightly.

He was not the type to do things by halves. It would be all or nothing.

This night, however, will be ours forever. I want Landis to pursue his heart, to enjoy a moment of freedom. I will do everything in my power to make this night special , I promised. Let him taste the delights of love, Goddess of Meryn.

Ordinarily, I would take my lovers from behind.

It would be a quick affair of mutual pleasure, all too quickly ended.

For Landis, however, I wanted something different.

Easing him back, I made certain to array the pillows behind him for best support.

I would take him on his back so that I would see his face, I would be able to watch the heat take over, watch him reach that peak, watch him surrender to the power of his orgasm.

It would require some flexibility, but Landis was capable.

He was slight, smaller built than I, and as slender and flexible as a wand.

Drawing back from another breathless bout of kissing, I surveyed him carefully.

Landis, gulping for air, was staring back at me.

His blue eyes were almost black with the flush of desire.

His cheeks were flushed with sweat already.

I leaned forward to trace a thumb along the pink swell of his swollen and moist lips. Easing it inside past the white line of his teeth, I groaned a low growl. My own cock twitched to life as Landis’s tongue flicked out to rub against the skin of my thumb and hand.

Gods. Landis was going to kill me.

As my thumb slid out with a slick pop, Landis squirmed and panted.

His own cock curved up, red and swollen.

A bead of slick at his head begged for me to touch it.

Lowering my hand down to his erection, I dragged a nail up his length.

His gasps and pleading for release made my own balls ache.

My thumb pressed against his slit, and then my fist closed about him and pressed down even as his hips began to thrust widely.

Easing one leg up onto my shoulder, I poured the oil out onto my right hand.

Landis wanted this. Judging by the tell-tale signs, Landis had prepared himself for this moment.

While toying with his left nipple and enjoying the sound of his high-pitched squeaks of enjoyment, I slipped a finger into his tight hole.

The muscles inside, unused to such foreign entrance protested, but I steadied his hip and pressed in.

“Breathe in and then out,” I suggested.

I was aiming for a softer, encouraging tone, but my voice sounded hoarse to my own ears.

I was very much on the edge myself. Landis, gasping for breath, did as he was told.

Breathing in and out deeply, he forced himself to relax.

I grinned as I turned my finger and pressed down.

Landis’s cock which had begun to soften instantly rose again.

There it was. Landis yelped. I stopped.

“What-what-don’t stop, Corrin. Gods. Don’t stop.” He babbled.

Gods. Landis is so beautiful, saying such things.

Fighting breathlessness, I eased my finger out until only the tip rested on his rim and then I slid it back in.

His body was more ready the next time. When he was more used to it, I inserted a second finger in, stretching his hole.

Once again, I moved them around a little, sending sparks throughout his body and my own.

When I withdrew my fingers the next time, I could see that his hole was a bit wider.

It twitched invitingly. My heart was hammering hard as I eased three fingers in, bringing the widest stretch I could.

Landis was moaning, half-sobbing, clutching at my arms as his hips tried to thrust onto my fingers.

“I think you’re ready,” I grunted.

“I was-I was ready an hour ago,” Landis panted.

I leaned forward to kiss him, licked and nipped at his nipple, oiled his cock, and then my own.

With my hand tugging on his balls and pinching the head, I helped Landis to come down a little.

He was so on edge. I was as well, but I was damned if I messed this up.

By the Goddess Meryn, I was going to make sure that we made the most of this time together.

Easing his hips up, I slid his slender, lightly muscled thighs upward so that his knees closed over my shoulders. Allowing his cock to fall back onto his stomach, I braced his thighs with my hands and slowly pressed my throbbing erection down into his hungry ass.

Gods, was Landis hungry. He tried to move upward, but I kept his hips still, forcing him to slowly adjust to my length and girth. I didn’t want to tear him in our mutual haste, but it felt like it was going to take forever. As I slowly inched into him, I nearly choked. I was forgetting to breathe.

I couldn’t stop though. If I even so much as paused, I was certain that Landis was going to tear my arms off.

Landis, lost in the throes of desire, was doubling himself over in an attempt to grab me.

I leaned down to kiss him, nearly folding him in half.

Landis moaned and whimpered, jerking beneath me in a vain attempt to rush the process. I managed to steady him and continue.

Lights danced behind my eyes, but I pushed through, focusing on the wide-eyed, sightless gaze of Landis. Landis’s gold eyelashes fluttered half-closed. His swollen lips were half-parted as his chest rose and fell with quickened breath. He was so glorious. And at this moment, he was mine.

When I finally bottomed out, I rested for a moment, giving Landis time to accustom himself to the feel of me inside of him.

Landis writhed and clenched about me, deliciously tight and moist. I began to withdraw, which drew other agonized sounds and pleadings out of Landis.

The tip of my leaking cock now slick with pre-cum and oil rested on the rim of his hole.

This time, when I pressed in, I quickened the pace. Landis cried out as my head brushed against his sweet spot. Reaching down, I pressed my left thumb on the skin just above the base of his tail. Massaging him there made him cry out again, nearly screaming with lusty frustration.

With each slow thrust and roll of my hips, Landis bucked upward.

He cried, begged me to move faster, and scratched up my arms in a vain attempt to draw me in deeper.

In response, my hips moved in a steady rhythm, until the room was only filled with Landis’s very vocal encouragement, my harsh panting, the creak of his bed, and the slap of our flesh.

Landis’s cock hung between us, unattended.

Leaving his tail alone, my left hand moved back up to close around his cock which was now flushed and veined.

Landis was ready. I began to pump in rhythm, holding on to the slowly building peaks of pleasure that we rode together.

With each new rising arc, my spine tingled.

My tail rose, and my gasps became short, hard pants more akin to growls.

Then, rippling through him, Landis reached the pinnacle. He arched, stiffening into my touch as his muscles clenched about me—his thighs about my shoulders, his hole about my cock. I slammed into him again and again, pumping his cock remorselessly as his cum spurted out onto his stomach and chest.

Landis’s face, sublime in its ecstasy, was beautiful.

I inscribed it in my memory even as the wave took me over after him.

I didn’t want to stop. I never wanted this to stop, but eventually, I pulled out, spent and satisfied.

I gently shifted Landis back to a more comfortable position on his back, and I fell forward to bracket him in my arms. Our spent cocks, our sweaty skin, our lips pressed against each other as we twined about each other.

When we parted from the last kiss, I rolled to the side, drawing Landis into my side.

Landis, curling up beside me, sighed happily.

He offered me another sloppy kiss and then rested his dark golden, damp curls against my shoulder.

I brushed my fingers along the edges of his lightly muscled ribs, glorying in the feel of him against me.

Closing my eyes, I rested my cheek on his head.

It felt right to have him here in my arms. When I came to Rimefrost, I had never imagined that I would end up in this position, but now that I had come this far, I knew that I had done the right thing by my friend.

By the one I would have been glad to call my lover.

.. or even mate. This night was perfect, and I never wanted it to end.

As a catkin of the night, as Munni, my body did not require sleep, but after such vigorous lovemaking, it was all too easy to doze contentedly at Landis’s side.

Landis fell into a deep sleep soon after.

After ensuring he was comfortable, I hunted down a cloth in the corner of the room where they usually placed his bath.

I dipped the cloth in a bucket of lukewarm water standing at the ready and cleaned off Landis and then myself.

When Landis sleepily tugged on me again, I got back into bed, curled around him, and let him fall back asleep again. The sky began to shift to a dull gray with a hint of pink. Sunrise would be soon upon us. I wondered whether Landis would be interested in enjoying another bout of sex.