Page 31 of Tristan
His mouth moves down my body; he licks and sucks his way to the crease of my inner thigh, right next to my poor cock who begs for attention. He gets none. Corrik’s mouth nips the sensitive skin next to my cock, and I thrust my hips at him hoping he’ll take me inside. Instead, he pops his mouth off my thigh and breathes on the poor bastard till I finally beg. “Corrik, damn it.”
“Problem D’orhai?”
“You know there is.Please.”
He uses his tongue to coat my entrance with saliva and my cock hurts more—it’s not what I had in mind; it’s making things worse. He circles a finger around the smooth, wet, ring of muscle there, and teases the opening before sliding his wet finger inside. When he does, he hits the spot inside of me that makes me whimper with more pleasure and soon there is a second finger added. I don’t hear myself request the third, but it’s there and before long he’s hitting that lovely spot inside of me, reducing me to a quivering bundle of nerves.
“Corrik, please. I need you inside me.”
“How can I refuse you when you beg so prettily?”
My knees end up by my ears, my legs splayed obscenely open, and he drives his large cock into me, angling just so to hit that nice spot inside me, over and over. I’m groaning and almost screaming his name, but I don’t think anything I’m saying is intelligible. I’m too overcome with torturous pleasure as he makes my body climb to the peak of climax without allowing me to go over. It’s driving me insane in the best way. He’s claiming me all over again and I love every frustrating second.
“Come for me beautiful boy,” he says as he drives his cock over the magic spot inside me. I come hard and so does Corrik, releasing his seed into me. He rolls off me and I’m left to pant labored breathsand gain my bearings. My hand has fallen on his stomach, he’s not breathing as hard as I am, but I feel sweat glisten there—I remember what he said earlier about sweat.
“How about now?” he asks.
“What?”
“Do you hate me now?”
That isn’t fair him asking me a question like that after intense, wild, passionate sex. “I hate you a little less.”
“No matter. Seeing as pounding my cock into you seems to be the key to you hating me a little less each time, I’ll have you in love with me by the time we reach Mortouge.”
“Love you? That’s a bit much to expect considering.”
“I’m the Elven prince—men would kill to be with me. You should feel lucky I chose you.”
“You arrogant, self-centered, prick. You think I could love you after you’ve taken me from my home? If you wanted me to love you, why not court me?”
“Because I wanted to make sure you were mine. I take what I want, I don’t beg or ask,” he growls, not sorry for any of it. “Besides, there’s nothing wrong with arranged marriages—Mother and Father had one.”
I know that already. Arranged marriages are less common than they used to be in Markaytia but are still the norm in most other places. Father and Papa fell in love and married with ample consent from Grandfather before he passed. I foolishly thought the same would happen for me. “And if my uncle had refused your offer?”
“I would have taken you anyway.”
“I see, so if polite and civilized, doesn’t work, you barge in and take what you want.”
“I won’t lie to you Tristan—trust is too important amongst Elves—I’m sorry if it makes you continue to hate me, but at least you can depend on me to tell you the truth if nothing else.”
I change the subject. “Why do you keep calling me by my Markaytian name? I thought I’m an Elf now?”
“It upsets you.”
“That doesn’t seem to stop you from doing what you want, Corrik.”
“Yes true, butIdon’t want to be angry withyouand when you are upset, you anger me.”
I’m quiet for a while as the night washes over me and the exhaustion from the sex seeps into me, my eyes slowly close.
“Oh no you don’t, D’orhai. I’m not finished with you yet,” is the last thing I hear before Corrik is on me again and takes me as many times as he desires before he allows me some sleep.
Not that I’m complaining. If I get the opportunity to see Lucca again, I might have to tell him he was right—sex is glorious. Especially when I’ve got this massive Elf to take me. I’m so large. I’m not sure it would have been possible for me to get this kind of rush with a human. I’m stronger than most Markaytians.
But Corrik, he can consume me. He seems to understand he doesn’t have to be gentle. I pass out a happy boy.
Iwake up exhausted and sore.
