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CHAPTER 10

C as couldn’t tell if Graal wanted him or not. The way his yellow eyes filled with hunger, as he stared at Cas, suggested he did. But every time Cas leaned in or pressed his body close, Graal tensed, looked away, or grew flustered.

Maybe he found Cas attractive but just didn’t want to fuck him. It was a bitter tea to swallow, and Cas despised anything bitter, but he would just have to gracefully accept that Graal didn’t want him.

Well, he’d probably sulk at home and eat his weight in cookies in bed. But he would never push Graal.

“Where do you work?” Cas asked.

“I work for a quarry,” Graal said. “Rocks are transported from the quarry to the city to construct buildings. My job is to unload them from the cart and haul them through the narrow streets to wherever I’m told to take them.” Graal shrugged. “It’s not interesting. It’s hard work. But it’s a suitable job for a strong half-orc like me.”

“You’re a half-orc?”

Graal nodded .

“I hadn’t realised. To be honest I don’t know that much about orcs.” Cas hadn’t seen that many orcs in the city. He’d served a few in the bakery. But the few he’d met tended to keep to themselves. “Is it your mother or father who is an orc?”

Graal didn’t speak for several seconds. Perhaps this was not a pleasant topic for Graal. Perhaps he shouldn’t have asked.

“My father was an orc.” Graal shrugged. “But I’ve never met him.”

“Oh.” Cas wanted to ask more questions. But the tightness in Graal’s shoulders caused him to hold his tongue.

For several moments, they walked silently as the markets buzzed around them. A brass band played a Christmas melody. Cas cast for a new topic.

But Graal spoke first. “Growing up, I lived with my mother and her husband, Jordan. I was born before they met and married.” Graal’s voice remained steady, eyes forward, gait constant. “Jordan and my mother had a son together. I don’t see them anymore.”

Cas heard the tension vibrating beneath the words. Graal left out a lot of details, but Cas would bet they contained a wealth of suffering.

Cas’s chest clenched at the unsaid words. He wanted to comfort Graal and tell him that he did not deserve to be treated poorly by his family. But Graal hadn’t told him he had been.

So instead, Cas reached out and slid his hand into Graal’s, his slender fingers interlacing with Graal’s thick ones. Cas squeezed in what he hoped was a comforting manner.

Graal turned to him. His throat bobbed.

They wandered through the markets, hands entwined. Cas pointed out what the different stores sold. They didn’t buy anything. Cas had spent all his money on materials to make his Christmas outfits. And Graal, although curious, didn’t seem keen to buy anything. So they just walked, taking in the ambience.

He kept glancing at Graal, admiring him, his thick body, his soft-looking black hair, and his pointed ears. Cas wanted to tease the tip of his ear between his teeth.

What sound would that elicit from the orc?

Cas jerked his gaze away. “That man is a master woodworker, and he makes wooden Christmas figures. But they are pretty expensive. We have a few figures that have been passed down through the family. They sit on the mantel in our apartment.”

As they moved through the crowds, bodies brushing together, the arousal steadily built inside Cas. His gaze flirted with the sizeable bulge in Graal’s pants.

He bit his lip. It definitely looked like Graal was big all over. His arsehole clenched and his mouth watered at the thought of getting his hands or lips on Graal’s dick. He wanted to beg Graal to slip away with him behind a stall and have his way with Cas.

Cas blew out a breath. He had always appreciated a large cock. It was by no means necessary for enjoyable sex. He’d experienced many cocks of varying sizes. He himself would no doubt be significantly smaller than Graal. Still, the fantasies kept spinning in his head, and heat thrummed through Cas’s blood.

Keep calm. Just enjoy the pretty glittery Christmas markets rather than focus on what Graal packs in his trousers.

How long would his dick be? How thick? Would Cas gag as he tried to swallow the wide girth? Would Graal’s dick stretch his hole to that delicious point where pain and pleasure blurred? Would Graal tease his puckered hole with the tip of his cock that might be bigger than any Cas had ever known ?

Fuck me dead now!

Cas blew out a breath, trying to get a hold of himself. The two of them were just enjoying a festive stroll. No need to be a perverted creep with his mind in the gutter.

“And there is the master glass blower, selling his different decorations.” This is what Cas should be doing, showing Graal the glass baubles.

He spotted several dangling green balls.

How big were Graal’s green balls? Would they be heavy? Filled with so much seed that Cas wouldn’t be able to swallow it all? Would it dribble from Cas’s mouth, spilling over his throat and chest? Or would his semen fill Cas’s belly before pouring out of his hole and sliding thickly down his inner thighs?

Cas shivered.

Sweet fucking Christmas tree! Where is my head? Why can’t I think of nothing but Graal fucking me?

“Are you cold?” Graal asked.

“What?”

“You shivered. Are you cold? Here, take my coat.” Graal took off his coat. Then he paused, glancing at Cas’s wings. “Oh. Your wings.”

Without thinking, Cas folded his wings down against his back.

Graal draped the coat over Cas’s shoulders, patting it into place. His brows furrowed. “Sorry it’s not as nice as your clothes.”

“It’s perfect. Thank you,” Cas whispered, wrapping the oversized coat around him. It came down to below his knees. Two of Cas could fit in here.

And now Graal’s musky scent encompassed him. Cas hadn’t actually been cold. But he wouldn’t turn down the pleasure of being wrapped in Graal’s warm coat that smelled deliciously of the orc. He pulled the coat closed and took deep breaths of Graal’s scent. His cock grew thicker and heavier. Thankfully, the coat hid his burgeoning erection.

“But aren’t you cold now?” Cas sounded rather breathless.

“No. Orcs are less susceptible to cold than humans. Maybe like pixies. We still feel it. Still dislike it. But it isn’t too bad right now,” Graal said. “And I want you to be nice and warm even if you don’t feel the cold too badly.”

Snow drifted from the sky. Cas tilted his head back, letting the cold flakes land on his flushed skin.

“I know you said snow is shit,” Cas said. “And I get that. I imagine working all day in it whilst hauling rocks around the city can be pretty miserable.” The white flakes danced in the air, catching the light of candles and magicked globes. “But I still think it’s beautiful.”

Cas looked at Graal. Graal’s yellow gaze fixed on Cas, his mouth slightly open.

That’s desire on his face. He wants me. Graal wants me.

“I think the snow can look very beautiful.” Graal paused. “Especially on you.”

Someone knocked into Cas from behind. He stumbled forward, and suddenly Graal’s hands gripped his waist, lifting him from the ground and placing him with his back to the wall of one of the stalls. Graal shielded him from the people, crowding him.

Cas reached out and gripped a massive bicep. He sucked in a breath as his cock throbbed. Graal had lifted Cas so easily. His large hands pressed firmly against Cas’s waist. How easy would it be for Graal to lift him, shove him against the stall, and fuck him?

Cas whimpered, and pixie dust burst forth.

Graal’s eyes widened as the dust glittered around them. They stared at each other. Then Graal’s tongue slid out, and he licked the dust from his lips, tasting Cas’s essence.

“Fuck me,” Cas whispered .

Graal froze.

Cas didn’t know if he’d just been swearing or if it was a plea. It didn’t matter; he wanted Graal to fuck him. Cas tilted his neck back, staring up into Graal’s eyes, trying to convey all his need and desire that pulsed inside him.

Graal’s pupils dilated until only a small rim of yellow could be seen. Cas slid his hand up Graal’s arm. A rumble escaped Graal’s throat.

“I want you,” Cas whispered. “I want you to fuck me.” Cas took a deep breath. He had to say the next bit. It was important. “But I’m not looking for anything serious. I can’t do that right now. But I’d love to have your big cock fucking into my tight hole. Tonight.” He licked his lips. “If you want me, that is.”

People flowed around them. Several glanced at them before walking past. But Cas didn’t care. All he cared about was the orc staring down at him and what his answer would be.

Graal’s gaze roamed Cas’s face and body, causing Cas to flush. He wanted to beg and plead, but he needed Graal to come to his decision on his own.

Graal leaned forward as if about to kiss him. Then he froze and looked around. “Where?”

Cas took Graal’s hand and led him through the crowds to the edge of the market, to the final row of stalls. He led them behind. It was the edge of the town square, completely dark except for Cas’s pixie aura, which cast a pale glow around him.

“Here. No one is around. No one should come by.” Cas turned and faced Graal. He surged forward and kissed him.

Their lips pressed together, Graal’s mouth larger than his. Graal groaned into the kiss, hands clutching at Cas’s shoulders.

Cas pulled back slightly, licking along Graal’s tusk that had captured his attention earlier. Then he fused their mouths again. Cas’s tongue pressed forward, requesting entry. Graal let him in, tongue entwining with Cas’s. Graal’s hands pressed against Cas’s lower back, holding him in place.

But it wasn’t enough. Cas needed to touch skin. He pulled back and tore Graal’s jacket from his own body. He took a step back and fumbled with his tunic. He kicked off his shoes and reached for his trousers. Graal’s large hands joined in, pulling at the fabric and discarding it on the snow until he stood naked before Graal.