Page 28 of The Laws of Nature (Heirs of the Empire #3)
Tobi swallows at the tone Harok uses. It goes straight to his cock, clearly a sexual demand. Harok looks so big and imposing. His handsome face. His broad, bare chest.
Tobi looks up at Harok. “You know I don’t know what dekuna means, beast,” he says with a playful smile. But he knows that dek means cock. And from the way Harok nodded towards the floor of the stall, it isn’t hard to deduce what dekuna might mean.
“ Dekuna ,” Harok says again, correcting Tobi’s pronunciation to give the word a heavy clicking k in the centre.
“ Dekuna, ” Tobi says softly, mimicking the pronunciation.
Harok nods sharply, clearly meaning ‘down’ and again he grinds out, “Dekuna, kushir. Nal.”
“On my knees then?” says Tobi, lowering himself elegantly, with practised skill, enjoying the way Harok’s eyes turn dark to see it. He looks up at Harok with his sweetest expression. “As you wish, my beast. Is that what dekuna means? Kneel?”
Harok looks at him and nods. “ Sho .” That means yes, but Tobi is certain dekuna does not mean kneel.
“I was taught one should only kneel for Zai,” Tobi says.
He places a hand on each of Harok’s thighs.
The floor of the stable is rough and uneven, but it feels good to kneel before Harok, trapped between his body and the rough stable wall.
Harok smells as good as always. Tobi’s nerves are singing.
His head is hazy with want. His voice sounds a little rough as he says, “But I think I prefer kneeling for you, beast.”
“Ga, Suskara,” says Harok, before jolting his hips towards Tobi’s face.
“So this is how you plan to communicate with me?” says Tobi.
“Sho,” Harok says. “Dekuna, Suskara.”
Tobi holds Harok’s eyes and tips his head onto one side. “ Dekuna it is then.” He pauses, as he remembers the name of an Ambolk song. “Like the song,” he says. “ Dekuna, Elisia? ”
“Sho,” Harok says, “dekuna, elizzia,” he says, pronouncing the second word with a long sibilant hiss.
Tobi smiles. “So, I think I now know what that song was all about.”
“ Dekuna, Suskara, ” Harok says again. “ Dekuna, elizzia. ”
Tobi tries to match Harok’s pronunciation of the second word, elizzia , but he can’t seem to make that same hissing sound Harok did. He’ll have to work on that.
“ Elizzia, ” Harok says with an amused shake of his head as he makes the hissing sound again. Tobi is sure he is impatient for his kushir to give him what he needs, but he does seem a little amused by the whole exchange.
Tobi shrugs. “Whatever you say, my great beast.” He looks up and sucks on his bottom lip to show he understands, holding Harok’s dark gaze.
Harok takes Tobi by the chin. “Suskara eh elizzia,” he says in a husky tone.
Tobi nods. “I’m just going to assume that means something nice.”
Harok nods. “Sho,” he says again. He reaches out and touches Tobi’s mouth with one big finger.
The pad is a little rough. It makes Tobi shiver as it runs along his bottom lip.
Tobi opens his mouth and Harok’s finger slides in between Tobi’s lips.
It feels good. He holds Harok’s gaze and sucks gently and he has to suppress a gasp as Harok’s finger slips in deeper.
The pad of Harok’s finger traces over the roof of Tobi’s mouth before Harok draws it out again.
“ Sho, ” Tobi says. He means it. He wants nothing more in this moment, than to demonstrate to this great forest king the skills he has on his knees.
Harok reaches down and opens his own breeches.
Tobi watches those big hands working, entranced.
“You’re lucky I enjoy a demanding lover,” he says thickly as Harok’s cock springs free, jutting up between Harok’s legs, hard and eager, glistening wet at the tip.
The sight makes Tobi gasp. He can smell Harok’s greedy arousal.
“And, that your cock is really quite…” Tobi’s voice fades.
He can’t complete the sentence, lost in his own need.
Harok laughs. “Ei. Nal.”
Tobi swallows, regaining his senses as best he can. “I know, my great beast,” he says, reaching out to wrap his hand around the thick base of Harok’s cock. “You want dekuna . And you’re about to discover that your kushir is extremely skilled at it.”
“Ei,” Harok says, knocking Tobi’s hand away, “dekuna.”
Tobi nods. “I see,” he says. He gives Harok one more bright smile and leans forward. Opening his mouth and taking the cock he is offered in a slow, long slide, right down his throat until his nose touches the coarse hair at the join of Harok’s thighs.
Harok makes a satisfyingly deep groan. Tobi slides his mouth up again and swirls his tongue around the tip of Harok’s cock.
Tobi knows just what he is doing. He is well practised at giving pleasure on his knees. It is a pleasure to give pleasure, especially to a man like Harok. A huge powerful beast of a man.
Tobi feels his own cock growing roused. He moans as he slides his mouth down Harok’s length again.
He cannot help himself. He takes one of his hands from where it rests on Harok’s thigh and slides it down between his own legs, under the hem of his alit.
He touches himself and it’s sweet. A great wave of new pleasure sparks through him as he strokes himself while he sucks Harok.
But he only gets to touch his own cock for a moment before Harok growls, “Ei.” Harok’s big arm closes around Tobi’s upper arm, pulling so Tobi’s hand is drawn away from himself.
Tobi slides his mouth up and off Harok’s cock and looks up. Harok’s expression is deliciously stern. Tobi tries to pull his hand back. “Irgorye, please.”
But Harok shakes his head, saying, “ Ei ,” then something else in sharp, commanding Ambolk.
Clearly, Tobi is not to be allowed to touch himself while he gives pleasure. Tobi pouts, but something about Harok’s control makes Tobi’s cock even harder, mixing his frustration with more arousal.
Obediently, Tobi leans back down, taking Harok’s cock again and sucking even deeper, even harder. His eyes prickle.
Above him he hears Harok murmur, “Ga garan garasiana, Suskara.” A familiar phrase now and one he knows means Harok is pleased.
The praise is sweet and sweeter still is the distinct breathiness as Harok’s arousal starts to take him.
Tobi moves faster, feeling one of Harok’s hands on the top of his head, holding him firmly in place.
Harok’s cock rubs against the back of Tobi’s throat.
Tobi has no control at all now. Harok is taking him, using him. All Tobi can do is let his throat open for that use. Harok growls and then the growl turns into a deep guttural moan as he jolts and spends down Tobi’s throat.
Harok only pulls back when his cock has stilled.
Tobi splutters. Harok’s spend is in his mouth and on his chin.
Harok pulls Tobi up to standing and pushes him hard against the wall.
And then, finally, Tobi gets what he wants.
Harok’s big fist curls around Tobi’s cock.
In Tobi’s ear, Harok is murmuring, “Ga, garan, garasiana.”
Tobi is so close to his spend, so quickly.
He pants, face buried in Harok’s neck, breathing him in for a few moments before he jolts and spends himself.
The wave of pleasure takes him away for a moment and he returns to himself to find Harok stroking his lips, smearing Tobi’s spend there, before sliding his fingers deep into Tobi’s sweetly aching mouth so Tobi can lick his own spend away.
Tobi does not enjoy the taste of seed, but he dutifully sucks Harok’s fingers clean.
Although, he does screw up his face when he’s done.
Harok laughs and leans close to kiss Tobi, deeply, wiping the unpleasantness away with the rich warm taste of the mouth of a forest king.
Tobi groans with pleasure, his body still so raw and warm from the last waves of his spending.
Harok murmurs more sweet words as he pulls back from the kiss, or what Tobi assumes are sweet words.
They make Tobi feel good, whatever they mean.
Harok’s voice is delicious. A low dark rumble.
The scents of sweat and sex on Harok’s skin are clouding Tobi’s senses.
Tobi thinks that if he had met Harok in a tavern, if the attraction between them had been so strong, they could have had a sweet uncomplicated night together. Maybe more than one.
Tobi rests against Harok’s chest. “I wish I could understand you,” he murmurs. He means it.
But Harok simply stares down at him for a moment, before turning and walking out of the stables.