And oh, that had done it, Eft’s magic and his touch once again shocked to raw, ringing stillness. Surely about to leave now, reject him now, surely —
But then, oh destroy Kesst where he lay, one of those fingers nudged him, just where he most wanted it. Where he was still slack and wet from Skald — from Skald’s foul scent stillinsidehim, gods curse it — but before Kesst could point that out, take it back, Eft’s finger softly, gently pressed inside.
Kesst’s moan was more of a shriek this time, his body pushing back into that touch — because damn it was good, it was more than good, it was quite possibly the most spectacular thing he’d ever felt in hislife. Not even just the warm strength of that finger, sinking so easy and deep inside him, but the way the magic whirled and fluttered around it, again perhaps not even healing him now, but just making him feel it, wanting him to feel it too, oh,oh.
“More,” Kesst gulped, before he could stop it, and yes, bless Eft, there was more. The magic swirling stronger, plucking and singing at every surrounding nerve, at every conscious thought. And Kesst only belatedly noticed that his cock had swollen rock-hard, straining and leaking into the fur beneath him, while his desperate arse clutched and milked and squeezed at that finger inside him. Needing it there forever, for always…
And then itmoved. Circling a little against him, at the place where it already felt so damned good — and Kesst actually screeched this time, rocking back against it. “Fuck,” he gasped. “Fuck, Eft.”
And Eft might have laughed — laughed! — as his other hand skittered to brush against Kesst’s arse, too. Not joining the other inside, no — but just stroking, caressing, adding more. Making Kesst flail and writhe against him, upon him,more— and if he abruptly scrabbled up onto his hands and knees, Eft certainly didn’t seem to notice, or mind. Only shifting his hand a little more behind Kesst, so that he could meet him when he rocked back, sinking even deeper inside — and in return Kesst tossed his head as he howled, arching up, revelling in it,gloryingin it.
“Oh,” he moaned, as he plunged himself again and again onto that finger, into that touch, that sparkling, spectacular ecstasy. “Oh gods, oh Eft, make me, watch me, I —”
And yes, Eft was watching, their eyes finally meeting, holding, knowing. And it was at that perfect, impossible moment that Kesst’s swollen, leaking cock locked, and then — let go. Surging out with torrent after torrent of hot, dizzying euphoria, painting the fur beneath him with rope after rope of thick scented seed, while Eft’s magic kept sparking and soaring inside him. Until there was nothing else to spill, and Kesst’s still-straining cock was squeezing out pathetic, painful little dribbles of white.
And then, finally, reality again. The slow, crushing, horrifying realization that Kesst had just railed himself onto a healer’s single finger — and in the process, he’d no doubt forever tainted Eft with his scent, and with Skald’s foul scent, too. And even worse, the way he’d done it, brazenly betraying himself as the needy, greedy waste that he was,I’ll do anything, please, whatever you want…
He shot a furtive, chagrined glance at Eft, whose finger was stillinsidehim, oh gods — and wait, whose finger was once again swirling out a delicious little shower of pleasure. Different than before, not nearly as intense, but more… playful?
Eft’s cheeks and ears were looking distinctly flushed, his lips parted, his eyes dazed and glittering. And he held those eyes to Kesst’s face as his finger slowly drew away, giving another one of those reassuring little sprays of warmth before it went.
“Well,” Eft finally said, his voice very low, his tongue brushing his lips. “Thought you said you were a size queen, huh?”
The bastard. And in the giddy twisting relief, Kesst felt himself twitching, staring — and then, somehow, breaking into a gale of bright, merry laughter. A more genuine laugh than he’d perhaps given in years, his chest shuddering, his mouth grinning so hard it hurt.
“You — reckless —menace,” he managed, between laughs, shaking his head. “How thehelldid you do that?!”
Eft’s face was still very flushed, and he glanced guiltily away, his hand rubbing at the back of his neck. “Well, instead of searching for what felt wrong, like I usually do,” he replied, husky, “I went for what felt good.”
Kesst laughed again, still shaking his head, and now smoothing his own trembling hands against his face and hair, almost as if he were some blushing innocent, gods damn it. “Please tell me you can do that with your cock,” he heard his audacious voice whisper. “Please, Eft. I will worship at your feet for the rest of your too-shortlife.”
Eft was laughing now too, and actually shrugging as his cheeks flushed even deeper. “Can’t say I’ve ever tried,” he replied, his voice a little shaky. “But I probably could, if I wanted to.”
Kesst was staring again, marvelling again, the sudden surge of craving so strong he almost felt faint. “Unbelievable,” he choked. “If this ever gets out, you realize you will have orcs lining up outside this dank little room foryears. Throwing you all their gold, andbeggingyou to plough them into the next moon.”
And curse him, again, but even the thought of that — of Eft doing that with other orcs, rather thanhim— was bringing up the whispers of dread again, the misery, the shame. And suddenly Kesst was glancing down at the proof of that shame, the mess he’d so flagrantly made, the way his gluttonous, traitorous prick wasstilljutting straight out of him, long and ruddy and full.
“Hey,” Eft murmured, much softer now, his hand brushing a shiver of heat up Kesst’s arm. “So you’ll keep this just between us, all right? You know I already havemorethan enough orcs coming down here and barking demands at me.”
Oh. Kesst blinked back up at Eft’s face, at that quiet earnest warmth in his eyes. At how they were now sliding up and down Kesst’s bared body, studying, lingering, in a way that felt almost… reverent.
“And besides,” he added, so soft. “You’re the most beautiful of them all, you know. Gods, you shouldseeyourself.”
He gave a helpless-looking wave at Kesst’s long loose hair, his hard torso, his still-straining, already-dribbling prick. As if this was truly something he liked, something he wanted, and it wasn’t possible, not after today. It wasn’t…
“I tell you, no taste whatsoever,” Kesst finally heard himself say, his voice thick. “And no self-preservation. Atall.”
Eft laughed again, shaking his head — but Kesst was sure he saw something else in his eyes, this time. Something new… and something darker. An awareness, surely, of the very real danger they were courting in doing something like this, in risking Skald smelling this. They might get away with tonight — there’d at least been no seed exchanged, thank the gods — but if it went where Kesst so desperately wanted it to go? What if Eft had asked, and Kesst had just foolishly, mindlessly followed? What then?
But Eft’s touch was here again, his hand gently sliding up Kesst’s arm, swirling those flares of playful, comforting warmth in its wake. “Now don’t you go off and start thinking again,” he whispered. “Want you to sleep, Kesst. To do all your best healing for me, all right?”
All your best healing. It was exactly what Kesst had said to Skald, earlier that day — but Eft was taking it back, making it about him, about them.For me.
So Kesst nodded, watching, feeling oddly subdued, almost shy, as Eft tugged away the wet fur from underneath him, and reached to yank another one from a nearby bed. Smoothing it out beneath him before easing Kesst down onto it, his hand again stroking his back, spiralling out that warmth and comfort. That safety.
“Anything for you, Eft,” Kesst heard himself whisper, as he drifted away into the darkness, into that beautiful, blissful safety. “Anything.”
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