Taegan nodded eagerly as Zorvut’s fingers pulled out of him, quickly replaced by the pressure of the head of his cock against his entrance. The half-orc’s grip around his waist had loosened, and slowly Taegan lowered himself onto his cock, hissing first at the familiar burn as it stretched him wide. The sound steadily became a groan as he took in more and more, until finally he was sitting again in Zorvut’s lap, filled to the brim with his huge cock. At this angle, as he glanced down, he could just see a hint of a bulge where it pressed against his belly from inside.
But his thoughts were quickly interrupted as Zorvut’s hands spread his legs apart wider, and one came up to his chest and pulled him closer, so his back was flush against Zorvut’s chest and his whole body on display. Though there was no one around to witness them, it somehow felt extremely lewd, his legs splayed wide apart and his arms lifting to wrap around Zorvut’s neck—the thought only made him harder.
“Fuck,” he moaned as Zorvut began to move, sliding in and out of him in slow, careful movements. “You feel so good.” He felt more than heard Zorvut groan in agreement, pleasure arcing between their bond in an exponential feedback loop. For a long moment he moved at the same leisurely pace, the wet, slick sounds of their movement only occasionally broken by a soft gasp or panting breath. Every nerve in Taegan’s body felt warm with pleasure, but he desperately wanted—needed—more, needed the intense pressure welling up inside him.
“Harder,” he managed to whimper, and he felt Zorvut nod his head. Then one of his hands, so much bigger than Taegan’s, pulled his face up to kiss him. Their tongues teased against each other, then Taegan gasped sharply as Zorvut obliged with his request, fucking him faster. He whimpered as Zorvut kissed him harder, his free hand moving to stroke his cock. Taegan clutched desperately at Zorvut’s neck as he bounced up and down on his cock, the hot pleasure shooting through him rendering him unable to do anything but hang on for the ride.
He didn’t last long, between the hand stroking him and Zorvut’s cock filling him completely. He moaned against Zorvut’s mouth as he came, his body clenching hard around the huge cock as he shot streams of come onto his abs and chest. Zorvut growled in his ear as his climax flooded the bond, giving him only a few more rough thrusts before Taegan could feel warm, viscious liquid filling his belly, the half-orc groaning in satisfaction.
They remained joined for a moment afterward, each of them panting to catch their breath, Zorvut’s hands trailing in idle, comforting circles along Taegan’s arms and shoulders. Finally, Taegan managed to find his legs and gingerly lifted himself off, biting back a moan at the sensation of the cock slipping out of his overstimulated hole. It seemed to go on for miles, especially when it was followed by the thick gush of come spilling out of him in a steady stream for several seconds.
“Let me help,” Zorvut said, standing up to reach for his pack, from which he pulled out a towel.
“It’s futile,” Taegan chuckled, though he started to wipe himself off with it. “I don’t think I’ll be clean again until we find somewhere with a hot bath.”
Chapter Three
Afterafewmoredays of travel, they reached the border between Aefraya and Autreth. On this mountain trail there was no marker or indication of the crossing, but when they consulted their map in the evening, they decided they must have descended the mountain enough that they had to be in Autreth by now, and should be able to reconnect with the main road the next morning. They would likely even find a roadside inn to stop at by the following evening.
“Hopefully they have a good bath,” Zorvut teased, and Taegan chuckled. Though he said it in jest, he hoped a hot bath would be possible—the dirt and grime of the road, among other things, was by far the least pleasant part of the trip so far. He could not recall ever having smelled so much in his life.
“Well, now that we’re out of Aefraya,” he said. “Should we try testing the bond like we talked about?”
“All right,” Zorvut agreed, then seemed to hesitate. “Let’s just be careful. We’re not that far from the border. Why don’t I go on ahead?”
Part of him bristled at that—he was perfectly capable of protecting himself—but the rational part of him knew that Zorvut’s request was reasonable, and it was always a good idea to remain cautious, especially in a place neither of them had been before. So he nodded, pulling back on Ember’s reins, so she slowed to a stop.
“Go on,” he said, gesturing with one hand. “I’ll wait for a minute, then I’ll follow slowly.”
“Stay focused on me,” Zorvut said, and he kicked his heels into Graksh’t’s sides, sending them galloping down the road.
Taegan closed his eyes and took in a slow breath, focusing on the pinpoint of heat in the back of his head near the base of his skull where their bond lived. He could feel Zorvut projecting something toward him—a sense of uncertainty, curiosity, trying something new. Ember shifted nervously under him, unsure why they remained behind, but he tried to keep as much of his attention on the bond as he could muster even as he opened his eyes and nudged her forward at a leisurely walk.
They trotted along for a few minutes until the connection suddenly vanished. There was no pain or discomfort—just a sudden silence where there had once been sound. It was a strange sensation after having focused so intently on the bond, as if he had been staring out a window only to have a curtain instantly, unexpectedly dropped over it. Taegan pulled back on the reins, waiting for a moment to see if it would return. Just when he started stepping forward once more, he felt the bond snap back into place, a sense ofreturningcoming through it. It had reappeared as quickly as it had vanished. He had suspected it might feel like a candle flickering back to life, but it had not been like that at all—it simply was, then was not, and was again.
Zorvut appeared on the road after a moment, slowing to a trot as he approached.
“It was just like you said,” he called out as he came within earshot. “I had gone about a mile before it cut off. Are you hurt at all?”
“No, not at all,” Taegan replied, startled. “Why? Are you?”
“No, no,” he laughed, shaking his head. “I suppose I was just worried it would be uncomfortable, after… well, after everything. That’s good to know.” They walked alongside each other for a moment; Zorvut was clearly thinking, and Taegan glanced over at him curiously. “I’m wondering if there’s a way to increase the distance we can sense each other from? Like stretching a muscle.”
“I don’t know,” Taegan said, the question taking him by surprise. “I’ve never thought of it before. Maybe? Why?”
A strange sort of hesitance and worry bubbled through the bond for a moment before Zorvut seemed to pull his emotions back, though a frown was visible on his face.
“It could come in handy if something bad were to happen,” he said simply. Taegan mirrored his frown, his brows furrowing.
“What does that mean?” he pressed, and Zorvut glanced away.
“If we get separated for any reason,” he said. “Maybe I’m overthinking, Taegan. But we have few allies, and many who would like to do us harm.”
“Is that what all this was about?” Taegan asked, tilting his head. Zorvut only glanced away, but his silence was answer enough. A cold tendril of fear crept up his belly at that—the half-orc had seemed so fearless, but if he had truly been so worried this whole time... The thought of it made him balk. “Zorvut, if you were so concerned, we could have just stayed in Aefraya, where we’d be safe.”
“No,” Zorvut replied firmly, shaking his head. “I wanted to do this. Ineedto do this. And there’s no guarantee we would have been safe there, either. It’s just best to have a plan for the worst, I think.”
Taegan did not respond, unsure of what to say. Zorvut wasn’twrong, of course, but it was unsettling all the same to hear him discussing it so casually. He thought of how comfortable—andclean—he could be at home right at that moment, and something in his chest ached.
