“Sure,” Taegan agreed. “Stay within earshot, though.”
They split up, and Taegan slowed Moonlight’s pace to a leisurely trot, keeping a close eye on the underbrush. Giant boar were very large, but blended in easily with the drab browns and grays along the shaded forest floor, and could be hard to spot when not out in the open.
Taegan had gone nearly half a mile without spotting anything and was about to turn back when he felt a faint flash of surprise from the bond—they were quite far, so for him to feel it at all meant that it must have been a strong emotion, and he turned Moonlight around quickly. Faintly, he heard a shout, then the unmistakable squealing roar that meant Zorvut must have found a boar. He pressed his heels in harder to the horse’s side and soon she was at a full gallop through the forest.
White-hot pain seared through his head, causing him to flinch and cry out involuntarily—he could hear a pained shout in the distance too, closer now but still too far to see. He winced, adrenaline pumping through him as if it were his own injury; but he could not tell where the wound was, only the pain from it.
“Taegan!” he heard Zorvut’s voice call out.
“I’m coming!” he shouted in response, urging Moonlight to go faster although she was already at a full gallop. Finally, he could see the shape of Zorvut and Graksh’t in the distance, and a giant boar darting around the horse’s legs. He saw a flash of red, blood on its tusks—Zorvut had his bow out, but the boar was too close, and he was reaching for his sword on his back.
Taegan had drawn his bow and loosed an arrow before he could even think. The boar shrieked as the projectile pierced its side, whirling away from Zorvut. The beast was huge, large enough that it could surely topple Moonlight with one well-aimed lunge—the only reason it had not knocked Graksh’t to the ground was because the horse was huge, too.
Its frantic eyes seemed to finally land on Taegan, and it reared up to charge; he drew his bow again, but Zorvut was already driving his sword down, just in time to catch it right near its hip. It screamed in agony and rage, pinned to the ground, unable to charge after either of them as Graksh’t cantered away toward Taegan and Moonlight. The boar struggled only a moment longer before laying still, but Zorvut did not even stop to look at it as he rode up to Taegan and dismounted with obvious difficulty.
“Are you alright?” Taegan asked, breathless as he haphazardly looped his bow onto his back and leapt off his horse. Zorvut limped toward him before carefully lowering himself to the ground, and Taegan could see the injury on his calf. He dropped to his knees beside Zorvut, already yanking the stopper off his waterskin.
“I don’t think it’s bad,” Zorvut said, pulling up his pant leg. “I didn’t see it coming, is all.”
“I shouldn’t have left you,” Taegan berated himself as he poured water over the wound. “I knew it was dangerous. We should have stayed together.” Zorvut shook his head, but did not protest. Now that it was clean, it did not look as bad—the boar had slashed him, not gored him, so while it was still bleeding profusely, it was better than a deep wound that could fester. “I think I have a little bottle of alcohol and an extra shirt. I’ll go get it.”
He stood back up and hurried to Moonlight, digging through the saddlebag. He retrieved a small bottle of clear liquor, a cotton undershirt, and luckily found a tincture of willow bark, too—Aerik, thoughtful as he was, must have packed his bag. Turning back to face Zorvut, he caught the orc watching him intently. His heart was still pounding, and he could feel the adrenaline and pain radiating from the bond as well.
“This will help, too,” he said, sitting back down next to him. “The alcohol first—ready?” Zorvut nodded, and Taegan poured it over the wound; he could see Zorvut clench his fists in the dirt, his eyes squeezing shut, but he made no sound. He realized he must have suppressed it from the bond, too, for he no longer felt the pinprick of pain at the base of his skull. “There. That’s the worst of it. This should ease the pain.” He soaked a corner of the cotton shirt with the tincture and pressed it to the wound. The white shirt was soon stained with red, but Zorvut visibly relaxed after a moment, and Taegan set to work wrapping the wound.
“Thank you,” Zorvut said softly, his voice a low rumble in his chest. Taegan tied the makeshift bandage tightly, then glanced up to meet his gaze. When their eyes met, a thunderbolt of adrenaline-fueled arousal coursed through the bond. Taegan blinked in surprise, but he was instantly hard.
“Do you...?” he started to ask hesitantly.
“Yes,” Zorvut replied before he could finish, his hands already unlacing Taegan’s shirt. The primal, frenzied need coming from him was unlike anything Taegan had ever sensed from him before and soon he was caught up in it as well, letting Zorvut pull his clothes off while he frantically unbuttoned the orc’s breeches. His cock was already rock-hard and straining against the cloth, springing free easily as soon as the buttons were undone.
Taegan started to climb into Zorvut’s lap, but hesitated, eyeing the fresh bandage. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.
“You couldn’t,” Zorvut laughed, and pulled Taegan up to straddle him. His big hands spread Taegan’s ass cheeks apart, rubbing his cock teasingly against the slick hole. Immediately all concern was gone from his mind, and he pressed back against him, feeling the head of his cock pushing him open. He moaned as he lowered himself onto it, but it became a keening cry as Zorvut immediately began to fuck him, shallow and teasing but still somehow overwhelming. His fingers were tangled in Zorvut’s dark hair as he clung to his neck, pressing his face into the space between Zorvut’s neck and shoulder.
“Gods,” he whimpered, somehow already right on the edge of coming. Everything had happened so fast. “Fuck, Zorvut,please—” The orc growled in his ear, one hand enveloping his cock, stroking him rapidly in time with his thrusts. Taegan bit back a wail as he came, his body clenching hard around the massive cock inside him.
“So tight,” Zorvut groaned, sending aftershocks of pleasure coursing through Taegan as he moved in long, slow, decadent thrusts. He gripped Taegan’s hips, holding him in place and watching his cock disappear in and out of his body. Still, though, he was careful to only enter halfway—Taegan tried to push down, to take in more, but Zorvut held him firmly in place. Every single one of his nerves was on fire, heat radiating from the bond like a tiny sun. He could feel Zorvut about to come, and his own cock twitched eagerly, already desperate for more stimulation. He touched himself, biting his lip to stifle a moan.
“No, I want to hear you,” Zorvut growled, pulling one of his hands away to pull Taegan’s mouth open, his thumb pressing inside. Taegan moaned aloud, and felt the pleasure it elicited in Zorvut, and he was coming again, his cock pulsating with wave after wave of bliss.
“Please,” he whimpered around Zorvut’s fingers still in his mouth as he came. “Please come, please come inside me—” Zorvut’s breathing hitched and he gave a few more hard thrusts, coming with a gasp. It filled him quickly, white-hot against his insides until his whole abdomen radiated with pleasure and warmth.
For a long moment he could only gasp and pant, trying to catch his breath, then moaned as Zorvut moved inside him. He pulled out gingerly, but a gush of liquid spilled out of Taegan, a slick mixture of come and his own lubrication. He sucked in a sharp breath, feeling his hole twitching at the sudden loss, still dripping with the overflow of fluid. A softer pleasure shivered down his spine, and he realized Zorvut’s hand had moved to the back of his head and was idly stroking his hair—when he looked, the orc’s eyes were still closed, his head tilted back in the blissful afterglow.
All his muscles felt suddenly weak, so he leaned forward, resting his head on Zorvut’s shoulder. Zorvut wrapped his arms around him, pressing him closer to his chest. Taegan closed his eyes, letting himself get lost in the comforting sensation. He was not sure how long they remained there, but eventually he whispered against Zorvut’s skin, “We should set up camp.”
A faint laugh rumbled through Zorvut’s chest. “We should,” he agreed, and finally released Taegan from his embrace.
By the time the sun had fully set, they had a campfire set up and butchered the boar, with a haunch roasting over the flame. Graksh’t and Moonlight were tethered to a tree, and Zorvut had set up their tent just beyond the treeline while Taegan tended to the fire. With the tent prepared, Zorvut sat down next to Taegan in front of the fire as they waited for the meat to finish roasting.
“Thank you,” he said simply, and Taegan raised an eyebrow at him. “For helping me earlier. I... Well, to be honest, I’m embarrassed for not having seen the boar in the first place.”
“Of course,” Taegan said, surprised. “Of course I would help you.”
“Still,” he replied, looking visibly flustered as he glanced away. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Taegan answered, suppressing a smile. He lifted the boar meat off the fire—it looked just about done.
