Page 56 of A Winter Courtship
Close. He was so fucking close. He thrust once. Twice. And then he pounded repeatedly as ecstasy spread through him. Ulrich’s body gripped his dick so deliciously. Lutoth’s fingers dug into Ulrich’s hip and shoulder, holding him in place as he took his pleasure.
“I’m going to fill your tight arse,” Lutoth said.
Ulrich whimpered.
“I’m going to come so hard inside you. My big, beautiful, sweet, gentle giant.” He gasped. “Ulrich. You’re mine. And I’m going to spill inside you over and over again for the rest of our lives. Do you want that, Ulrich?”
“Yes!” he cried. “I want that. I want you. Forever.”
The sensations rose to a peak inside Lutoth. He thrust once more, burying himself deep into Ulrich. Bliss burst forth inside him. His mouth dropped open. He spent in a soundless scream.
After a moment, he slumped forward over Ulrich’s back. He rained open-mouthed kisses over Ulrich’s shoulders.
After a moment, Lutoth withdrew and rolled heavily to the side, flopping next to Ulrich.
“Happy Solstice,” Ulrich murmured, voice muffled by pillows.
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Lutoth laughed. “Happy Solstice, Ulrich.”
Lutoth untied Ulrich’s other wrist and then reached for the blanket, yanking it over them as he snuggled towards Ulrich, who rolled to meet him.
Neither spoke for several minutes. Lutoth may have dozed, soothed by the cosy, snug joy of being in bed with Ulrich on Winter Solstice.
The blankets were yanked down to their torsos.
“Ethel, stop it,” Ulrich groaned, reaching down and fumbling blindly for the blanket that was being pulled further and further down their bodies.
She stared at them, one end of the blanket firmly in her mouth, the other on the floor. She started to chew.
“Happy Solstice, Ethel,” Lutoth said.
Neither Lutoth nor Ulrich spoke for several moments. They just lay curled together, exposed to the cold air.
“Guess it’s time for us to get up,” Lutoth said finally.
Ulrich sighed. “Guess so.”
A short while later, they headed out. Lutoth had redone the flowers in Ulrich’s hair and replaited the lace. Both had gotten messy during their morning activities. Lutoth touched the necklace Ulrich had made him, hand wrapping around the leaf pendant that rested against his bare chest.
Ethel ran ahead, curious about the festivities taking place. She slowed and then paused on the outskirts and glanced back at them, waiting. Ulrich took Lutoth’s hand, and they walked onwards.
The smell of mulled wine, hot chocolate, and honey-roasted nuts wafted through the air. Lutoth’s mouth watered. Fire crackled in pits, and people and nymphs gathered around them. Flute music floated in the air.
All around, villagers wandered amongst the wooden huts decorated with evergreen branches, candles, and bunches of pine cones.
“A lot more oreads than usual,” Ulrich said.
“There are.” Lutoth noticed most of the oreads from the valley had come to Ores this year. Last year, there had only been a handful. He even noticed a couple of oreads running stalls.
Lutoth paused. His father stood at Mila and Rhorton’s baked goods and mulled wine stall. But what startled him was that standing with his father was his mother.
He tugged Ulrich towards them.
“Hello, Father,” Lutoth said. “Hello, Mother. What are you doing here?”
She smiled. “I wanted to visit this Ores place,” she said, speaking Nymphish. She’d never learned the human tongue. Her gaze lingered on Ulrich. “And I wondered how everything went.”
