Page 9 of His Noble Savior

As Lilian lay on the divan, he tugged the cloak in place. Richard’s scent clung to the fabric, and inhaling it eased Lilian’s nerves, allowing him to relax his muscles.

“You’re ready?” Richard asked once he’d spread the faerie oil over his middle finger.

“Y-Yes.”

“Please tell me if I hurt you.” Worry creased his handsome features.

Lilian nodded. His insides had been in pain throughout his captivity. The faerie oil would help. Knowing how important it was to stay loose, he slackened his anal muscle as much as he could. Staying relaxed had been impossible with the orcs, resulting in more pain. With Richard, it was easy.

“I’m going to touch you now.”

The first contact with Richard’s slick finger was a short, careful brush that spread the liquid along Lilian’s rim. He’d been sore for months, and the faerie oil was a boon on his battered opening.

Richard withdrew and let the oil work. After a minute, he returned and this time stayed, resting his fingertip on Lilian. Subconsciously, Lilian had expected to panic at the touch, thatit’d remind him of what the orcs had done. Instead, he calmed. The oil soothed the pain along his entrance.

“How does this feel?” Richard asked.

“Like a relief.”

A small smile tugged Richard’s lips. “I’m glad. You’ve used faerie oil before?”

“Yes, though it feels like that was in a former life.”

“Then you might remember what comes next. The oil will warm, and a tingling sensation is going to spread from where I’m touching you. It’s nothing to worry about, but let me know if it gets too intense. We can stop at any point.”

Lilian breathed deeply, and as he did, his rim lit up. A relaxing warmth washed through him, and the tension in his sphincter subsided. A wave of tingles rolled on, crested, and ebbed off. Lilian could’ve sworn that the outermost part of his wound was healing.

“We can stop here if you like,” Richard said softly. “I realize the next step is a lot.”

Lilian sought his eyes. They shone with concern. “You can keep going.” Lilian waited for a flash of disgust to cross Richard’s face, and he regretted pushing for more, but the oil was helping him; his pain was subsiding. To his surprise, Richard showed no signs of revulsion.

He stroked Lilian, letting his fingertip circle. It eased away the remaining tension.

Richard swallowed. “Bear down.”

Lilian did, and his little ring of muscle opened for Richard.

“I’m going to push inside.” Richard voiced it as a statement, but his eyes searched Lilian’s, asking for permission.

“Go ahead.”

Richard exerted the smallest amount of pressure and slid forward, inching into Lilian, who did his best not to clench. As Richard’s oiled digit progressed, the throbbing pain tormentingLilian dulled.

The healer’s assessment had been right: his injuries ran deep. Richard advanced, and the faerie oil healed Lilian, at least superficially. A few weeks, the healer had said, meaning the biting soreness would likely return in between applications, but for the moment, Lilian, for the first time in months, wasn’t in blinding pain.

Richard’s finger wassodifferent from the massive orcs. Tears of relief blurred Lilian’s vision. Those beasts had been painfully large. They had torn Lilian apart. Literally. Richard was putting him back together, healing him. His finger was comfortable, barely stretching him.

Richard bottomed out and stayed still, allowing the oil to work. Lilian’s insides flooded with warmth, a sensation that spilled over into his belly and ran into his limbs. He’d forgotten how much he liked faerie oil. The friendly heat was followed by the familiar rush of tingles. They erased the sting in his channel, leaving pleasant sensations in their wake.

“Any pain?” Richard asked.

“No.”

“That’s good. I’m going to rotate my finger to spread the oil.”

“Please.”

He twisted left and right, his digit dragging over Lilian’s insides. His expression darkened, and the fear of having done something wrong hit Lilian.

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