Page 33 of A Winter Courtship
“You keep speaking. It makes your beard move around.”
Ulrich chuckled. “Sorry.” He wrapped an arm around Lutoth’s bare waist and contented himself with gazing at Lutoth’s face in the candlelight as Lutoth did whatever it was he was doing.
“Oreads don’t have beards.” Lutoth picked up some more flowers. “So let me enjoy this.”
Ulrich closed his eyes, letting himself doze.
Lutoth sat back after several minutes. “All done.” He reached for a hand mirror, a Solstice gift for Ulrich.So you can see how beautiful you are.That was what Lutoth had said.
Lutoth straddled Ulrich’s waist and held up the mirror in front of Ulrich.
Ulrich swallowed. Small white flowers decorated his dark, bushy beard.
“I look…” He trailed off.
“Pretty,” Lutoth said, voice soft. “You look pretty, Ulrich.”
Ulrich nodded. He did look pretty.
Lutoth stroked a hand down Ulrich’s furred belly. “Now hold this. You need one more thing.” Ulrich took the mirror. He moved it from side to side so he could get a better view of the flowers in his beard.
No one had ever made Ulrich feel like this before, made Ulrich feel beautiful and cherished. Adored.
Lutoth made Ulrich feel like he didn’t need to be tough. Like he didn’t need to be who his father always said he should be. Lutoth made Ulrich feel like he could just be himself. And that he was worthy of being cared for.
“Sit up,” Lutoth said, holding Ulrich’s necklace in his hands. Ulrich did, and Lutoth put the necklace on Ulrich, clasping it at the back. He smoothed the strands, ensuring they lay flat against Ulrich’s chest.
Ulrich ran his hand down the lengths of reeds and vines, caressing the dried berries and beads. He held the mirror further away so he could see the necklace and flowers at the same time.
“You look so beautiful, Ulrich.” Desire burned in Lutoth’s gaze. He wore nothing, and the evidence of his want hung heavy between Lutoth’s thighs.
Blood flooded Ulrich’s groin and his cock, already half-hard from all Lutoth’s gentle ministrations. Lutoth ran his hands up Ulrich’s hairy thighs. One hand squeezed. The other curled around Ulrich’s cock, gripping tightly.
Lutoth stroked. Ulrich groaned, and his hips flexed, thrusting into Lutoth’s textured hand. Ulrich lay back, dropping the mirror beside him on the bed.
“So lovely.” Lutoth pressed Ulrich’s left thigh back, opening Ulrich up to his gaze. All the while, Lutoth continued to stroke Ulrich with his other hand.
Ulrich marvelled at the want on Lutoth’s face.
That look is for me. Lutoth wants me. Desires me. He thinks I’m beautiful. He thinks I’m pretty.
Liquid gathered at the tip of Ulrich’s cock. Lutoth leaned forward, tonguing the slit, and then ran his wet tongue around the flared head as he continued to jerk Ulrich’s member. Ulrich’s hips bucked. He cried out, throwing his head back.
“I want to fuck you now,” Lutoth said, voice husky.
Ulrich nodded. He wanted that too.
Lutoth released his grip on Ulrich’s member. Ulrich held himself open, spreading his legs wide, waiting for Lutoth. He wanted to be filled and fucked.
Adorned like this, all laid out and waiting, Ulrich felt like some sort of nymph sacrifice that he’d read about in books. The stories went that years ago, willing humans would be presented to forest nymphs in the early spring. The nymphs would approach the human sacrifices and have their way with them in exchange for a good harvest.
Ulrich would willingly be a sacrifice for Lutoth.
Lutoth grabbed a bottle and poured its contents over his slender fingers. The scent of the citrus oil filled Ulrich’s nostrils. Ulrich caressed his inner thighs, desperate to feel Lutoth’s cock sliding inside him. He pressed his finger against his own hole, groaning as he teased the tight ring of muscle.
Lutoth licked his lips at the sight whilst slicking his hard cock with oil. After placing the bottle by the bed, Lutoth moved between Ulrich’s spread thighs. Lutoth’s slippery fingers pressed against him. Ulrich rocked against them, urging them on.
He moaned as they slid inside him, stretching him and preparing him with quick, sure movements.
