Page 34 of Tristan
“Just be sure to tell my mother about this—she seems to think of all her sons, I’m the only one incapable of kindness.”
Corrik keeps his word, and we walk alone leading our horses with only ten or so of the guard. The stony Elf is quiet for hours and so am I—until I can’t stand it anymore.
“They are very beautiful,” I say, looking toward the small guard we have with us.
“All Elves are.”
Apparently, they are not humble. “Will I be that beautiful when I become an Elf?”
“You will be the most beautiful Elf there is. Since you are already beautiful, when you become an Elf, your features will be unmatched.”
I’m not in the mood to hear his compliments. “Where will we go now?”
“We’ll head South another day, then make our way northeast for another two. A ship waits for us in Port Tyreadin.”
“A ship?”
“Yes. Have I finally found something that scares my great Markaytian dragon warrior?”
“No, I just haven’t beenona ship.”
“Scared.”
“Not scared.”
“Terrified.”
“Corrik.” I try to push him, but it’s like pushing a slab of stone. He laughs at my attempt.
I try harder, plowing my entire body into him sideways—he barely misses a step and grabs me by the hand whipping my bodyinto his as he presses his lips to mine, hungry. I respond in kind, my tongue twines around his—for a moment—until I realize we have company and I pull away from him. Our horses have long stopped walking and so has our small guard of ten. They aren’t looking at us, but I blush all the same.
Corrik shakes his head. “We must cure you of your Markaytian sensibilities, D’orhai. Things are very different in Mortouge.”
He keeps saying that, but it’s all the explanation I get before his tongue wraps around mine again. This time he squeezes the sore cheeks of my arse, and my cock lights up like a firecracker. I moan into his lips. He pulls away and leaves me gasping for breath.
“Come.”
With the nod of his head as a signal to our guard, he pulls me with him to an alcove in the trees. I look up; all I can see are the tips of the pines as they reach toward the sky. It’s dark in here, but there is sun peeking through the holes between the trees and I can’t hear a sound. Not even the footsteps of the giant Elf that accosts me, slams me to the ground, and feasts on my neck. I’m panting, my cock is rock hard, the skin on my arse aches—I want him, but not enough to stop thinking about the guards that can probably hear us, even deep in the trees. They are Elves, and with that comes enhanced auditory as well as superior optic capabilities.
“Corrik,” I pant. “Please. Can’t we do this later?”
“But I want you now.” He continues down my body and rips my trousers open, my cock is happy to see him. Corrik notices.
“You see?” he says as he grips my cock at its base. “Hewants to play with me. You’re outvoted.”
He swallows my cock in one bite, and in the wet cavern of his mouth, my cock finds such delight he stops all flow of blood to my brain, and I don’t think of the other Elves any longer. I didn’t realize the powers my prick possessed till now. For a man who never smiles, his lips are awfully smug around my cock—still don’t care—as he sucks. Two fingers slide into his mouth next to my cock then they move to circle my hole. The mixture of sensations—mysore arse, the tingles he sends around my hole with his wet fingers—unreal.
I buck my hips further into his mouth until I’m sure I’ll feel throat, but I don’t so I keep fucking his mouth. I think I’m going to come, but I think wrong. As if he senses my impending orgasm, he pops his mouth off my cock and kneels up pulling his cock out of his pants.
“Suck.”
The order sends a jolt of pleasure to my cock, who is lonely and cold without Corrik’s mouth. I scramble to obey. I don’t have as easy a time as he did. I’m not practiced—scratch that—I’ve never done this before, but how hard can it be?
Really fucking hard.
Corrik’s cock is huge. If I thought it was big as it pounded into me on our wedding night, I didn’t know what the word big meant.
I do my best and try to fake like I’m a natural, swallowing his cock down like he did mine. I gag like the amateur I am. I pull back to regain my breath and my pride and resume a little less eagerly.
