Page 117 of The Frog Prince
He closed his eyes against the pleasure threatening to swallow him whole as he rode Otto, just like a frog would at mating season, deafened by his eager moans, gripped by his body until it was verging on painful.
Each thrust felt like more than the one before. The tidal wave built until it consumed everything in its wake.
He leaned forward until his chest fell onto Otto’s back, hips driving in and out, frenzied and wild. His tongue snuck out to lick the sweat off his back, tasting the salt and the tang of it as if it were his favorite treat.
The glen echoed with their pleasure. The water behind them rippled with their mating. Otto’s fingers clawed at the damp soil and his cheek was smeared with mud. He looked so wild, so uninhibited, so primal, that Alwin’s world tilted on its axis and he tumbled down, pumping shot after shot of hot semen into Otto’s body.
He blacked out, vaguely aware of Otto screaming his own pleasure as he pumped his cock with his fist beneath Alwin. He remained limp across Otto’s back, cock still inside him as Otto trembled, barely holding himself and Alwin up.
He felt Otto move them until they were side by side, trading kisses and touches and looks, and Alwin felt seen. Every version of him, Otto had seen and known and loved. There was nothing to hide anymore.
“I love you,” he whispered, and Otto kissed his messy hair, guiding him until he was lying on Otto’s muddy chest.
“I love you too,” Otto said, his heart beating frantically under Alwin’s ear.
“The village?” Alwin asked once they’d both caught their breath and the heat from their skin had melted into the cool soil.
“I treated them alongside you. While you slept and healed at our house, I used Henne’s workshop to make more of the cure and distributed it to those who needed it over those days.”
Alwin’s brows furrowed as he tried to remember, but they were nothing but a blur of colors and shapes.
“Did you find the cause of the illness while you were in Henne’s home?”
“He was lacing the prescriptions. I always assumed he took them after he got me to make them because he wanted to take credit, but he was adding things to them to make people sicker all along,” Otto said, his wounded heart clear in his words. “He’d wait for them to get a normal sickness and then he would exploit it. That’s why I couldn’t pinpoint a single source, and that’s why the prescriptions were so wrong when I got back from the forest. He even got to Gisela right under my nose.”
“That isn’t your fault. You couldn’t have predicted or guessed what his intentions were. He hid behind incompetence to you and feigned competence to others. They trusted him and hebetrayed them. The world knows now. That will forever be his legacy.”
“I could have saved more.”
“You saved those you could,” Alwin said softly. “You saved Gisela. And you saved me.”
“I can’t take credit for your perseverance, Alwin.” Otto smiled a little, like he was slightly comforted at least. “You are incredible.”
Alwin blushed. “So are you.”
Otto ran a hand through the hair over Alwin’s ear. “An incredible pair we make then.”
Alwin leaned up and caught his lips in another kiss, curling a hand around the back of his neck to hold him there, still scared that this would all turn out to be an elaborate dream. Otto swallowed his desperation, drinking it down and offering calm and serenity in gentle nips and sucks, tongue dipping inside to taste his.
Alwin felt desire simmer, but his body was almost completely spent.
His head fell back, and he panted around Otto’s kisses, letting out a whine and tightening his grip when Otto made to move away. Otto lavished attention on him until he was satisfied, until the burn in his chest had eased.
“So…” Otto said softly once he finally pulled away. He laid his head next to Alwin’s and held his gaze. “What now, Prince Adalwin?”
The name sounded foreign outside of his own head. “I wanted to tell you.”
Otto nodded. “I do not blame you. I worked out long ago that you had reasons for your secrets. They ate at you too much to have been kept willingly. And you tried in your own ways. The story you told about the prince and his men…”
The tears that he had long since been denied came quickly to the surface, a single one slipping down his temple. “Was true. The only part I couldn’t speak about was the truth of my fate.”
Otto’s jaw clenched as he wiped the tear away tenderly. “She cursed you into that form for refusing her?”
“And prevented me from telling anyone. She wanted to laugh at me while I tried to find someone to love me as a monster with no way to influence them by telling them that I would turn back, or that I was a prince before.”
Otto’s eyes were soulful as they regarded him. “Which is why you asked for a companion.”
Alwin looked down, ashamed. “I never wanted to force anyone. I simply wanted a chance—”
