Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 120029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 600(@200wpm)___ 480(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 600(@200wpm)___ 480(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
“Oh yes, just like that,” he mumbles, and the excitement in his voice makes my cock twitch. I want to please him. He grabs the back of my head through the shirt and presses my face against his body. He’s so meaty. I can’t get enough. Whatever he’s doing with those boulders in pastures, it’s doing wonders for his physique.
This hunger shouldn’t be new, but it is, and as I suck on his flesh, digging my fingers into skin, he cradles me close until I’m stuck on the crossroads of absolute peace and raging arousal.
I flinch, stunned by the unnatural movement on his skin, but my heart calms at the sight of the eels creeping closer to my face. It’s so hard to accept that Tristan has tattoos which move over his skin like living creatures, but they’re there, pushing their faceless heads at the sliver of saliva left by my kisses. The damp smudge adds dimension to their slithering forms, making their scales shimmer like the ocean in bright moonlight.
I see beauty in those strange creatures, and they seem just as fascinated by me.
There is no grand inspiration behind the kiss I press to one of the heads, but as it throbs under my touch, vibrating when Tristan gasps, I lick my way along the first eel, and then another.
When Tristan leans back, I pull on his nipple with my teeth, then suck on it, and reach to the bulge in his leather pants.
A happy rumble comes from deep in his chest, and the clink of his belt buckle opening leaves me salivating as I breathe in more of that spicy, smoky aroma that’s already becoming my addiction.
He asked me about pastimes I might want to pursue at court, and I think I’ll just spend the first year under him.
Though I would also settle on sucking his cock because it’s— oh, it’s so damn beautiful with its proud curve and red curls at the base.
I kiss it like I want to kiss Tristan—long, and sweet, with a lot of tongue and spit.
“Sweetie… doing so good…” Tristan groans, spurring me on. Not that I need encouragement to suck a cock this perfect. It’s overwhelming just how much I want to touch him everywhere all at once, because it’s impossible. I have to focus my effort somewhere, but I still glide my hands over his hips and to the prize that is his muscular ass.
I knead it, letting his cockhead poke at the back of my throat. No need to take me to fantasy land, I guess, because I’m already in my dream world, sucking on the nicest dick I’ve ever seen.
Impatient, I push his pants lower, because I need to touch his thighs too, and his balls, and lick the warm crevice of his groin…
Time stretches like bubble gum, and I only withdraw when Tristan gently pulls at my hair.
Kissing his cock goodbye for now, I slide out from under his shirt and look up, on my knees like a dog begging for treats.
Tristan grabs my jaw, all flushed. “What do you say? Pauldrons on or off?” he asks, already pushing off his boots with his feet.
Just seeing him like this, with the eels on his chest languidly drifting lower, makes me salivate. I offer him a hazy smile, reaching to the buckles. “Off tonight. On another time,” I tell him and kiss the side of his jaw.
This man… how is he making me this horny?
I feel like I’ve been starving for sex for months! Is he insanely hot? Sure, but it’s not just that. I love the way he makes me feel relaxed in what could otherwise be a stressful experience despite my lust.
He’s playful with me, wrestling off my shirt as I try to open the straps of the pauldrons, giving us another opportunity to laugh despite both our dicks being hard and needy. I don’t know how he does it, but it’s like he disabled the anxiety setting in my body.
And then, somehow, we’re both naked. He’s between my legs, stroking every bit of me as we kiss, entwined like two creatures eager to share warmth in the middle of the night. Each other’s only chance for survival in the midst of a season of cold and cruelty.
Dramatic? Maybe, but that’s how I feel, and I refuse to stifle my thoughts this once.
I want him.
I want him.
“Tristan,” I rasp, spitting on my hand and squeezing our cocks together. I love how his shaft feels against mine when we both move, grinding gently.
“Give me your palm,” he says, breathing hard, and I follow the order without a second thought, shivering when he adds his spit. “Squeeze us both nice and tight…”
He’s a beautiful animal when he pushes on top of me, spreads my legs wider with a nudge of his knee, and then fucks into my hand. My brain is melting. Tristan places one hand by my ear, and I don’t have a single cohesive thought when I turn my head to lick his toned forearm.