Page 35 of Tristan
“By Ylor!”
Corrik doesn’t seem to care about my lack of experience. He shoves his cock further into my mouth, it hits the back of my throat and I gag again. His fingers grip my hair as he continues to fuck my mouth. I try to relax my throat wanting to be better at this, but there’s no hope, he’s too big. My gagging doesn’t seem to bother him, and it doesn’t bother me I realize. I’m still able to breathe, and I like it. I like the feeling of him over me, his large hand in my hair and in control—my cock aches. I want more like this, but I don’t know what the “more” is exactly.
Corrik does. “Off,” he says, but he physically removes me from his cock with his hand still in my hair.
“Turn around. Put your hands on the ground.”
I do.Yes, sir.
His hands rip my pants the rest of the way off. They trace over my sore arse. I wince. It still hurts. “I like this, Kathir. I like this verymuch—seeing your arse red, knowing it’s because I made it this way. Your bottom is going to be this red a lot.”
I groan at that. It may feel good during sex to have a sore arse, but it did not feel good during the receiving—nothing about it—and it doesn’t feel good the rest of the time either. I hear the pop of a cork.Does Corrik keep lubricant on his person at all times?
Yep. Yep he does. He slicks the cool liquid up and down my crack as he dips a finger into my hole, which he’s loosened some.
“When you’re an Elf, we won’t need lube, Tristan,” he whispers, then works two fingers in, then three, until I’m open enough. He positions his cock at my entrance and once again his large member pounds deep into me.
“By Gods. Corrik—Ow!” I say as he smacks my arse. He responds by doing it again. Oh yeah, that’s right, helikesmy ass red by his doing. My cock likes it too, combined with his cock being in my arse—fucking traitor—I’m outvoted again so I give in and enjoy. I moan and arch into each thrust and slap, my fingers dig into the dirt until I see stars. I spurt hot come at the ground beneath me; he moans too as he releases his come into me.
We both fall to the ground panting. He’s out of breath too—for once. He spoons me and pulls the hair from my face, planting a kiss on my cheek.
“Why do you hate me?”
I don’t expect that question—not after sex like that. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Then it can’t be important.”
“It is.”
“Then I order you to tell me.”
“Is that how it’s always going to be? I don’t want to do something, so you order me to do it?”
“I always get my way D’orhai,” he says.
I push away from him; he grips me tighter.
“Not always,” I say, even if it’s been true so far. “I’m going to win this time.”
“Win?”
“Yes, win.”
“Win what? I wasn’t aware we were at war—I assumed that we were on the same side.”
“No. Weareat war—I was meant to follow my father and become Warlord. You’ve taken that from me, and now I’m an Elven concubine, a bed slave, a nobody. I hate you for it.” There, he wanted to know why I hate him, he knows now. He wins again.
“Belovednobody,” he teases. He doesn’t deny the rest.Stupid Elf.
“This is why I didn’t want to tell you—you don’t care anyway.”
“I’m sorry I took the future you thought you would have.”
“Not sorry enough.”
“No, but only because I know we belong together.”
I try again, to pry free from his hold, but can’t. “Corrik, shouldn’t we head back?”
