Page 20 of His Noble Savior

Lilian crawled onto the bed and lay back on the pillows. His eyes tracked Richard as he retrieved the faerie oil and joined him, kneeling between his spread legs. Lilian had forgone a towel and lay naked before him. Richard couldn’t help taking him in—his chest with two soft, dusty pink nipples and his hard, curved cock with the flushed tip that drooled onto his flat stomach.

Desire thrummed through Richard’s veins, and the need to make Lilian feel good consumed him. He uncorked the vial and slicked up before setting a fingertip on Lilian’s rim. It provoked a small sound, and Richard’s gaze shot to Lilian’s parted lips. Lilian must’ve licked them as they were covered in a wet sheen that brought the blood in Richard’s veins to the boiling point.

“I never told you how good this feels,” Lilian breathed as Richard circled his entrance. “The oil makes me so warm and sensitive.”

He loosened, and Richard pushed inside, his head spinning with Lilian’s words. Lilian moaned, leaving the distinct impression that he’d held back every other time Richard had oiled him. His anal ring gave in to Richard’s probing. He eased deeper, Lilian’s heat engulfing him. Those firm, hot walls gripped him, drew him in. Richard heeded their call with a smile, burying his finger in Lilian.

A happy gasp rewarded his bottoming out, and Richard gave Lilian a couple of gentle thrusts to spread the faerie oil. He rotated to the left and right, ensuring Lilian was slicked all around.

“Still sore?”

“Much better,” Lilian said, his voice low and breathless.“Need you.”

Richard battled his arousal. He was going to stay focused, and he was going to give Lilian what he asked for, nothing more. “I’m here.”

“Touch me, please.There.”

Chapter Eight

Lilian

Lilian was the luckiest fae in Vale. He couldn’t believe that Richard was, for the second time, hovering above him in bed, not only applying faerie oil but also intent on sating his desires. Richard awoke a lust that’d been slumbering for months. Lilian had thought he wouldn’t want someone touching him intimately ever again, but with Richard, he yearned for it and more.

Deep down, in the corner of his mind where he stashed away his most secret thoughts, Lilian dreamed about what else he’d like Richard to do. The notion of penetration was scary, but he couldn’t deny the appeal of having Richard deep inside him—and not just his finger. Of course, that would never happen.

If Richard was inclined that way, he would’ve pushed Lilian for sex by now. Perhaps Richard’s romantic interests were limited to women—he was courting a princess after all. It’d explain why he hadn’t taken advantage of Lilian sleeping in his bed. Or maybe he liked men but found Lilian unappealing. Who’d be interested in a lesser fae anyway? Lilian had no political value, and with his washed-out appearance, nobody would find him attractive.

Richard’s curling finger washed those thoughts away. Lilian couldn’t contain the passion swirling through him and dropped a keen moan, letting Richard know how good he made him feel. His gentle touch was a world away from the pain the orcs had inflicted on him, and Lilian pushed into it, chasing pressure. Bliss knocked into him, and he gasped as his nipples hardenedwith arousal. His cock leaked onto his stomach.

“F-Feels good.”

Lilian was brimming with lust. He’d found release once with Richard, but that’d been days ago. Richard pressing into his most sensitive spot had sparks shooting into his balls. Lilian wanted more. He craved girth; he yearned to be rubbed.

“Could you…” Lilian trailed off, flushing as he gathered the courage to say the rest, “…add another finger?”

It came out as a question, giving Richard room to say no. Two fingers were more than what was needed to apply faerie oil. It’d stretch Lilian, making it inherently sexual. Right now, they could pretend that any orgasm he had was incidental. With two fingers probing and stroking him that was no longer the case.

Richard didn’t hesitate. He withdrew and poured more oil, slicking a second digit. Lilian’s mouth watered. Richard’s fingers were long and deft, and he kept his nails short, ensuring he wouldn’t hurt him.

When he returned to Lilian’s entrance, the width of his digits was a shock. Richard stacked them on top of each other to minimize their girth on penetration, but they still felt enormous. A tremor raced through Lilian.

“Look at me,” Richard said, and Lilian’s gaze flew to his. “Are you uncomfortable?”

“N-No.”

“Should we stop? Two fingers might be too much.”

“Keep going,” Lilian said, though he couldn’t control the quaking of his limbs.

“Are you sure? You’re shaking.”

How could Lilian explain? “The orcs overstretched me. It hurt so much. I know you wouldn’t hurt me, but my body is scared of pain.”

Richard’s hazel eyes dulled with sadness. “I’d be afraid, too, had I gone through what you have. Is there anything I can do tocalm you?”

“Come closer.” Lilian wasn’t going to tell Richard that he wanted to inhale his scent, that he wanted his low, smooth voice in his ear.

Richard moved from kneeling before Lilian to lying by his side. Lilian moaned when Richard’s clothing slid over his bare skin. The first lungful of that divine sandalwood and leather scent made him dizzy.

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