The Succubus
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The look on Nerek's face, hungry and eager and happy, was one Kohar would remember forever. But he also couldn't help but mess with him. "So how do you compare to your imprisoned cousin?"
That got him exactly the annoyed look he'd been hoping for—and then he was sent wooshing back, pinned to the bed, all the breath knocked out of him, hands pinned above his head with one hand, Nerek's scowling face only a breath away from his. "You're not funny."
"Yes, I am," Kohar said with a delighted laugh, not-really-struggling against Nerek's delightfully strong grip. He batted his eyes. "So do you want to play whore and customer?"
"Shut up, shut up, shut up," Nerek said, and kissed him hard, leaving his mouth sore and throbbing. "You're such a brat. You're even worse now than you were before, and I didn't think that was possible."
"You like it, or you wouldn't still be hard." Kohar squirmed beneath him. "Come on, are you a paying customer or not? Get what you're paying for or why—" He yelped and laughed as that got him a sound swat on the thigh.
Then a hot, slick finger pushed inside him, and Kohar moaned loud and long. "Been a long time since anyone's done that."
"Oh? Here I thought you and Madame Karen had some sort of casual arrangement."
Kohar laughed, though it turned into another moan as Nerek demonstrated just how well the camp whores had instructed him. "Is that why you don't like her? But no, I've never been interested in women that way. I just make spells for her—including the occasional naughty one. We're mages, we talk about that kind of stuff."
Nerek huffed a soft laugh and added another finger, setting Kohar to moaning and begging.
"Please," he finally gasped out. "I can't take anymore. I want your cock."
He swore honest to gods fire flashed in Nerek's eyes as he withdrew his fingers and lined up his cock. "Do you know how long I've wanted to do this? To be right here, with you?"
"Well, next time speak—" the rest of the sentence was lost in a howl as Nerek thrust inside him, all at once, nothing held back. Wrists still pinned, Nerek's cock buried inside him, hopelessly tangled now in the mussed bedding he hadn't bothered to tidy that morning, the rest of the world ceased to exist. He never wanted to be anywhere else. Just there, pinned beneath Nerek and stuffed full, those green eyes looking at him like he was the whole world. "Move, already."
Nerek shifted his grip to hold one wrist in each hand, bracing himself as he pulled partly out and then thrust back in, setting up a torturous rhythm that left Kohar writhing and howling, moaning and begging, delightfully helpless as Nerek drove him to the brink of madness.
That rough, husky voice filled his ear. "Come on my cock, Kohar. Now."
Kohar really wanted to defy him, but he was absolutely incapable of resisting that voice giving such delightful orders. Screaming Nerek's name, he came, the world completely whiting out around him.
When he came back down, it was to Nerek still thrusting away, using his pliant, wrung-out body, making him whimper and moan. Nerek buried his face in Kohar's throat and came, sinking in deep and shuddering as his climax overtook him. He let go of Kohar's wrists, and Kohar held him close, enjoying the warmth and weight of him as they both slowly calmed down.
Eventually, though, he had to nudge Nerek off him. Rolling over to sprawl across that marvelous chest, stroking the lines of a horrible-looking scar, he said, "I suppose that was adequate."
Nerek rolled his eyes. "I'm going to start gagging you."
"Oh, so you want to play kidnapper and—"
"Stop it," Nerek hissed, cheeks flushing. "You're a horrible person. No, I do not want to roleplay anything!"
Kohar dissolved into laughter, muffling it poorly against Nerek's chest—and screeching when he got a solid smack to the ass. "Hey! I'm a nice boy from a good family. There will be no spanking before the fifth—" He kept laughing into the kiss, until Nerek rolled him into the bedding again and distracted him from making more teasing remarks.
When they had finally depleted all their energy, and Kohar had made them tea and fetched some of the food he kept in the room for when he was up before the kitchens, Nerek said, "This is exactly why I refuse to do anything in my room. I would never hear the end of it from my soldiers, and I get enough from you."
That just made Kohar grin. "You don't want the whole castle to know how loudly I scream when you fuck me or all the lewd jokes I make?"
"Funnily enough, no."
"So prim for a man who paid whores to give him lessons," Kohar said with a snicker.
"So improper for a man too dense to know when someone wants him," Nerek retorted.
Kohar's snickering faded into a soft smile. "Wish it hadn't taken a tragedy to bring us together, but I'm happy you finally said something and I finally noticed the right cousin. What do you think will become of him?"
"Execution," Nerek said flatly. "Bedros and I already signed off on it for the justiciar. Unless he finds reason to negate it, Solla die in the spring."
"I'm sorry."
Nerek shook his head. "He's the only one who should be sorry. Don't waste any more time on him. He chose his path." He stole Kohar's remaining cheese.
Finishing his tea, Kohar set all the dishes aside and snuggled beneath the blankets, eager to be away from the winter chill that overtaking him now he was cooled off from their exertions. "I wish you could have met my whole family. They would have liked you, happily taken you in as one of us. My mother would be pleased I settled down with someone so sensible; my father would have talked your ear off about his soldiering days before he returned home to marry and take over the family business."
Smile bittersweet, Nerek replied, "I wish I could have met them too. Sadly, I would prefer you never meet my mother. She doesn't care for me, and she'd be unimpressed I settled for a mage-in-residence rather than someone useful, like a battle mage or a master healer. She's impossible to please. I gave up trying years ago."
"Well, you won't ever have to give up on me," Kohar replied, then grinned. "Especially with a cock—"
Nerek shoved him off the bed.
Fin
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