by M. D. Grimm
My tongue touched the bottom of his scar and slid up the length of it.
"Lazur," Aishe gasped in surprise and twisted his head around. "By the Mother."
I nipped his shoulder and nuzzled his neck. He trembled underneath me, and I was unbelievably happy as I slid my hands under his body and stroked his erection. I moaned as his hot flesh nearly seared my hand. But before I got too comfortable, Aishe suddenly flipped us and pinned me down. How the hell had he managed that? He stared down at me with fierce eyes, his hands encircling my wrist.
"My turn," he growled. "You've tortured me enough,"
Panic suddenly fluttered in my chest, and I struggled. "Damn it, Aishe,"
He shut me up with a kiss. I didn't like this. I touched; I wasn't used to being touched. I was always the dominant one; I wasn't used to being savored. I felt my magick respond to my fear as Aishe lay down on my body, completely covering me. He pulled his mouth just far enough away from mine to speak.
"Just relax, my love." His eyes showed nothing but desire and kindness. "We're making love, which means we take turns. Let me treat you as well as you treat me."
I swallowed hard, my mouth dry, and nodded. I didn't know if I could, but I would try. For him.
He let go of my wrists, and I gripped the pillows, keeping myself from directing the action. The magick still pulsed in my hands, but I kept it contained. His hands were all over me, his mouth drifting down my chest. He was discovering me like I had done to him, and I wondered what he was thinking. Did he notice the pastiness of my skin, which would never be as luminous as his? Did he notice the way my ribs slightly poked out because I was so skinny?
I shuddered when his hands rubbed up and down my sides, bumping those ribs. He licked one of my nipples before sucking it into his mouth, and my body arched in response, bumping against his. He shifted and rubbed our groins together, and the touch was so intimate, I felt nothing but pleasure and the desire for more.
He kept drifting lower, touching me everywhere, nipping now and then and turning my blood to fire. His hands slid under my body and stroked over my butt before coming to rest on my balls. I looked down, and a groan was ripped out of me when he rubbed his lips over the tip of my erection. He suddenly gripped the base of my cock and slipped me into his mouth. I was blind for several seconds before vision returned, and I looked down, enjoying the image of Aishe bobbing over my dick. His white hair fell over my thighs, brushing them with soft strands, and when his other hand squeezed my balls, I hissed out a breath, all of my muscles tightening. I realized that sometime during his domination of me, I lost the fear that usually drove me through my few previous sexual encounters. Fear had also led me to make my encounters brief and not very satisfying. But this time, I wanted it to be long and as satisfying as the two of us could make it.
As Aishe slipped his hands up my sides, tracing the indent of my ribs with his fingers, making my skin tingle, I realized I was going to have a lot of fun with him. Sex with him would be fun, which is something I had never considered before. Sex and fun were not contradictory anymore.
Thought fizzled as Aishe sped me closer to my climax, and I came with his name on my lips. I was sweaty and shuddering, my hands glowing bright and hot. I struggled to shove my magick down as Aishe moved up my body once more, his tongue warm on my skin and his hands never still. He slid those elegant hands under my back and down to my ass, squeezing and parting. I grabbed his hair and brought his mouth to mine again. The kiss was hard like before, bruising, and through it I tried to show how much I loved him, how much I appreciated him for being alive.
"You taste so good, my sexy mage," Aishe murmured. I laughed -- I couldn't help it. That was certainly not how I saw myself. He pulled back and raised an eyebrow, smiling.
"Did I say something funny?" Amusement laced his voice.
I just cupped his face and enjoyed the look of him, enjoyed the beauty of his eyes. "I just realized that the saying 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder' must hold true. You think I'm beautiful, when all I see when I look in the mirror is a skinny, birdlooking, disgruntled mage."
He nuzzled my neck, and his fingers brushed my hidden entrance that no one had ever penetrated. I trembled, and my hands gripped Aishe's plump ass and stroked, my own fingers delving between the cheeks to find his entrance. Aishe purred and nipped my neck.
"Being skinny allows me to carry you easily." Aishe kissed my cheek. "Birds are dignified and noble creatures who are used for more royal standards than any other creature." He kissed my other cheek. "And as for being disgruntled..." he paused and kissed my nose, "well, I always thought a little bit of moodiness and cynicism was sexy in a mage."
I grinned, and he reversed our positions; now it was my slight weight pressing him into the mattress. His hands still claimed my ass, but my own hands were now stroking his chest.
"You really say the nicest things," I said and lowered my head to lick and suck one of his nipples. Aishe shivered as his finger pressed harder against my entrance.
"It's all true," he said in a strained voice. "Your eyes are my favorite feature. They're like the soil, rich and full of possible life -- dependable like the earth, steady, but with the possibility of violence and surprises."
I lifted my head and actually felt my heart turn into mush. "Are you trying to make me love you more? Because it's working."
He grinned. "Well, if it works, then I should continue."
"You keep saying I'm amazing and full of surprises, but it's you..." I paused and settled between Aishe's legs, gripping his dick and pulling. His eyes went blind, and I felt smug.
"Here I thought my eyes were like mud, and you go and say their full of rich life. I'll have to find an adequate way to thank you."
"Take your time," he panted. "Searching for that adequate way. You're doing fine so far."
Chuckling, I bent my head and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath of Aishe's scent. I groaned and felt my own dick harden again, eager for more. I gripped the base of his cock and dragged my tongue over the very tip, seeing him grip the sheets out of the corner of my eye. I tormented him by being slow and thorough. His dick was well and truly loved and worshipped, the way something perfect should be. I licked up the sides and swirled my tongue around the sensitive tip before drawing him partly into my mouth. I sucked gently at first, until I heard his frustrated growl.
"Damn you, Lazur," Aishe panted. My mouth left his cock, but I continued to stroke it as I paid extra attention to his balls, his soft curly hair brushing my cheek. His hands grabbed my head, fingers trembling with tension and need, but he didn't push me away or toward his cock.
I finally returned my mouth to his dick and took as much of him as I could inside. Aishe gave a full-bodied jerk in surprise, but I didn't stop. I bobbed and sucked, and Aishe's grip on my head became tighter, but I never stopped or paused. I kept going until I felt his muscles contract, and he came like a geyser into my mouth. Nothing went to waste, and I wiped my mouth before climbing up his body, dragging my renewed erection against his thigh. He wrapped his arms around me and held me for several minutes, and I held him back, enjoying the intimacy, wanting it. I was happy. I didn't feel uncomfortable or embarrassed or even afraid. I was just happy.
There was no mistake; I was blessed.
"I'm hungry," I said. "You hungry? You know, for food?"
"Famished."
With a word and a gesture, a table appeared by the side of my bed piled with rich and delicious food and a drink very similar to wine. Aishe looked over, and I laughed at the stunned expression on his face.
"Dig in."
Chapter Fifteen
We ate in bed, naked, and ended up feeding each other. That was something I thought we should repeat later. I never put much stock in sensuality, but I quickly realized that feeding your lover was probably the most sensual thing you could do. We were both hard once again, and soon the food was forgotten. We were feasting on each other instead, rubbing and stroking, rolling over the bed an
d wrestling like children. Soon, though, all of that led to deeper yearnings, and when I had Aishe under me, he spread his legs with his eyes burning into mine.
"Take me, Lazur," he demanded. "And then I will take you."
My heart bumped against my ribs, and I trembled as I rose to my knees. This was the part I had both dreaded and longed for. I had to tell him. I had to tell him I wasn't very good at this.
"Lazur?" he asked, puzzled. He touched my cheek, and I kissed his palm, my hands stroking his hips. I wanted to disappear.
"Aishe, I'm not... I have experience with this but
--" I swallowed, wondering if there was any way I could say it that wouldn't make me sound like a pathetic loser.
"But?" Concern laced his voice as he sat up and brushed my hair away from my face.
"I'm not really good at it," I said softly. To my surprise, he chuckled. I looked up, and he rolled his eyes and kissed me lightly.
"Then we'll just have to practice a lot and make you good at it," he said.
I blinked and realized he was teasing me. He wasn't disinterested in the least. I didn't know whether to be relieved or frustrated. Aishe suddenly flipped us and straddled my waist. He kissed me passionately before leaning back, and he looked damn sexy with his hands on his hips and that smile on his face.
"Just lie there then because I want you inside me." Couldn't argue with that, could I? I took a deep breath and lube appeared in my hand. The good stuff too, the stuff you only get from one of those adult shops on Earth. I always take souvenirs.
I squirted a healthy amount into my hand and sat up. I reached around him and found his small hole. I became harder when it hit me that I was going to be inside him, that this was going to be the best sex I'd ever had. What do you humans sometimes say...? Oh yeah -- Hallelujah!
My fingers slowly slipped inside him, and Aishe gripped my face, kissing me and sucking on my tongue. He didn't resist, and he actually started to ride my fingers, squeezing his inner muscles while I swallowed his moans. I loved him with a passion that I felt for nothing and no one else. I would give him the moon if he only asked; I would kill if he pointed out the creature. I wanted to make him happy, no matter what I had to do to achieve that.
With my other hand I slicked my erection, and Aishe shoved me down and grabbed it himself. He slowly slid it inside him. My fingers dug into his hips as I sank into his heat. My eyes were locked with his as he moved, slowly at first. His hands pressed into my chest as he rocked back and forth, a look of sheer delight in his eyes. My eyes locked onto the amethyst pendant, and I felt happy and scared at the same time; I needed him to survive, so what would happen if he didn't? Thankfully, Aishe's riding of my cock didn't allow me to keep one thought in my head for too long, and I was soon riding on the waves of pleasure crashing over me. As his pace quickened, and he began to bounce, I realized I couldn't just lay there. I began to move, trying to match his rhythm, and it wasn't long before his head fell back and he groaned.
"That's it," he grunted. "Just thrust."
I did, and he bounced. I had to paint him, I had to capture that look, this moment. We were soon moving as one, in a way I never thought was possible. Aishe let out a long moan that slammed into my core, vibrating through my system like a gong after it's been struck.
It snapped something inside me, and I rolled us, slamming Aishe against the mattress and thrusting hard into him as he let out a shout of pure joy. He clutched me close and spread his legs farther, saying my name over and over again.
"Morgorth," I grunted since he was calling me by my other name. "Call me Morgorth."
"Morgorth," Aishe groaned, using the name I had chosen, stirring the fire in my blood. I stared into his face, consumed with my need for him, and I knew I would always want him because he was the first lover I ever took in this position. Usually, I fucked doggy style, which lessened the intimacy. But I wanted intimacy with him. I wanted to see his pleasure -- I had to see it.
His inner muscles tightened around me like a greedy fist, and I gasped, trying to stop myself from coming. I wasn't ready, not yet. My hips never stilled, never paused, and even I was surprised by the force I exerted. I soon had Aishe crying out and growing increasingly tense. He gasped commands into my ear, and I followed them, wanting him to know just how much he meant to me, wanting him to get as much out of this as me. I gripped his dick and jerked it hard in time with my thrusts, which were now fast and shallow as I came close to coming. I bit his lips, using my tongue to soothe the hurt, and his hands had my hips in a vise as he urged me to go faster. I felt my magick rise up like a hurricane inside me as I neared completion, and I couldn't control it. I came, and I felt my core open, the core where I had first found my magick, when I had called it to me. My magick flooded out and over both of us, an allconsuming whirlwind of color and sound that blinded and deafened us. I felt Aishe come, and his inner muscles snapped around my cock. The magick prolonged my orgasm, and I was sure Aishe's as well. It was so intense, it was nearly painful, and all I could do was grip Aishe close to keep from being completely swept away with my magick.
***
I came back to consciousness an unknown time later, lying on Aishe and still inside him. I checked to see if my core was shut, and it was. Since nothing seemed to be on fire, and I heard Aishe's heart pounding under my ear, I assumed nothing horrible had happened. I never knew that could happen. Most of my other orgasms...well, they weren't stellar. They were more like the pop of a cork or something. But this...hot damn. The world had rocked.
"Aishe?" I said.
"Hmmmm?" came his satisfied moan. I smiled in relief and began to shift when Aishe's arms came around me, snuggling me.
"Not yet," he said, his voice raspy and the sound of it sent a nice little shiver of pleasure down my spine. "I like you inside me."
Well, that was nice to hear. "You're all right, then? I didn't hurt with...well, whatever the hell that was?"
"Not at all, it was..." He paused, and the large sigh he gave said it all. "It was beyond words, Morgorth. I felt you, inside of me and around me. You were inside my mind, twining around my soul and cradling my heart all at the same time. I love you so much."
I closed my eyes and decided I would never tire of hearing that. "Look, I know you want to be inside me and all," I said. "But after what just happened, I think I need a little recovery time, you know?"
He chuckled and patted my butt. "I think I might as well. No hurry. We have the rest of our lives."
I smiled at the thought and rolled off of Aishe, only to have him snuggle beside me, and I stole a look at his face as he flung an arm over my chest. His eyes were closed, and he looked well-used and smug about it. I had to say that I felt the same.
"I love you," I whispered and kissed the tip of his nose. Aishe pressed his face to the crook of my neck, and I stared at the ceiling, wondering if this was all some strange lucid dream. If I woke up tomorrow, would Aishe still be lying beside me? I hoped to the Mother he was; I didn't think I would survive long without him.
No, I didn't think, I knew. He was my heart, and I would protect him with my life.
***
I didn't know if it was day or night when Aishe began to touch me again. All the curtains were pulled closed, and the only light was that of the half-melted candles. He slipped his hands over my body, and I shifted, pressing against him, still half asleep. He slipped down my body, kissing and stroking, dragging his tongue along the path of my scars, making my heart quiver. He pushed me gently on my stomach. I pressed my face into the pillow, enjoying the easy arousal, the slow seduction. But when Aishe's tongue went somewhere I've only seen in porn videos, my eyes popped open, and I came fully awake. I gasped and looked over my shoulder, but he was under the covers, only a lump in the bed as his tongue stroked over my hole once more, pressing and tickling. Shuddering, I didn't fight, but this was certainly unexpected. His hands spread me open, and his tongue became more urgent, pushing inside me, almost to the point that I thought
he intended to really eat me alive, starting there.
But I liked it, oh, I really liked it. I never thought much of it, even in those porn videos where the receiver seemed to get a lot of pleasure out of it. All I could ever think of was, well, yuck. But I decided to change my opinion. I might even do it to Aishe. His tongue left me, and he rolled me over on my back. He rose above me with a grinning face, and I stroked his shoulders.
"I have never heard you make those sounds before," he said with a cheeky grin.
I tried to hide my smile and turned it into a scowl. "Those were sounds of protest. But I thought it was only courteous of me to let you continue, since you seemed to enjoy it so much."
He laughed and kissed me, slipping his tongue inside, playing with mine and making me harder. "You are so considerate," he said, amused. "Now, where is that lovely goop that you used on me?
It took me a moment to understand what he was asking about. "The lube?"
Aishe nodded. I spoke a word and conjured the bottle in my hand again. Aishe smiled and took it from me. He slicked his fingers with it before pressing them to my hole, and one slipped easily inside. I tensed instinctually, but he grunted and nipped my lower lip.
"No tensing, my love. Don't fight me. Trust me; I won't hurt you." He pressed his forehead to mine and, feeling foolish, I exhaled slowly and felt most of the tension leave my body. I gripped his shoulders and lifted my legs, wrapping them around his waist, giving him better access. He slipped another finger inside and moved them around, stroking and slowly thrusting. Not knowing what to expect, I was pleasantly surprised by the foreign pleasure that made my dick twitch and made my balls throb. Another finger moved in, and I started groaning, wanting Aishe inside me.
"Ready?" he asked. All I could do was nod frantically and continue breathing. He removed his fingers, slicked his dick with the lube, before slowly worked his dick inside me. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. His fingers must be magick because my muscles settled around him easily. I tightened them for good measure and got a surprised grunt out of Aishe. I grinned, realizing I had a certain power as the bottom.
