The Mist and the Lightning. Part 19

“Hey! What are you doing?!” But his voice was cheerful.

“I want to kiss you on your pretty nose," Kors whispered.

“You don’t see it! I bandaged it up.”

“I still remember it and I want to kiss it!”

“Only the nose?” Nik asked a little slyly.

“Well… for beginning, and then, of course, I want to kiss you all over.”

“Why? Are you no longer afraid of my scales?”

“No! I’m not afraid! You really can be the most different, you know how to change!”

“You’re afraid!”

“No! Do it! Show me your snake form, I will kiss you on your scaly body!”

“No. Not now.”

“I realized that I can’t live without you, my Demon, my Nik! I love you no matter what!” Kors dropped to his knees before him.

“I also love to fuck with you, Vitor, I love you very much. You, too, are hot as fire in hell, or whatever you call it,” Nik put down the brush, “crawl on the skins.”

And Kors obediently got on all fours and crawled to where he was pointed. Without changing his position, he stopped on a skin lying on the floor and lowered his head low on his folded hands. Everything inside him was on fire, and, fading with anticipation, he heard Nik, clanging buckles, take off his clothes.

He knelt down next to Kors and stroked his back. Kors froze, catching every touch. He felt Nik part his buttocks and lick, run his tongue over his hole, and Kors closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, ready to explode. How he yearned for this. For this sex without restrictions and prohibitions. He heard Nik hiss his “purr” softly and lick Kors harder.

“Please, don’t torment me, fuck me!” Kors shouted.

And Nik thrust his cock into him, making him literally howl with pleasure. It was unbearable, his stomach filled with heat and twisted into a knot, the cock inside throbbed, and each push was felt more and more sharply, from pleasant soft waves to bright influxes, more and more. Kors tried his best to stand straight, but his legs gave way. He wanted to squirm with pleasure, writhing under Nik, and scream out loud. Arel approached them, slowly, gracefully, like a cat, sank down beside him on a fluffy skin, and leaning over, squeezed Kors from behind by the neck, with his teeth gently, but at the same time with force, grabbing his withers. Kors just sobbed, ready for anything.

He exuded energy over the edge, but just as he gave it to them, he received it, exploding with orgasms, it was an exchange. And for these moments, Kors was ready to be humiliated, beaten, anything — just to be with them and get it. Nik fell off him and fell on his back, pulling Kors towards him. He immediately understood everything, almost lying on top, clinging to him, he himself, guiding his hand, inserted his cock into himself, while at the same time spreading his legs wide for Arel, and he didn’t keep himself waiting.

Chapter 10

After a crazy and sleepless night, Kors didn’tremember how he fell into a deep and restful dreamless sleep. This had not happened to him for a long time, therefore, opening his eyes, he was very surprised and looked dumbfounded at Nik, who was gently tuggingat his shoulder, affectionately repeating:

“Vitor, daddy, wake up!”

“Yes, yes,” Kors replied, not really understanding what he wanted from him yet.

He felt good. He was full of wonderful emotions and memories of a magical night. Nothing was hurting. And his cock didn’t fail him the night before, which he was also incredibly happy about. Everything was amazing.

“Oh, Nik, I fell asleep, what time is it?”

“Two in the afternoon, I think,” Nik thought for a moment, “fourteen hours,” he added, but not very confidently.

“Gods, it’s already two in the afternoon!” Kors sat up abruptly, realizing only now that he was lying on a pair of skins thrown on the floor. But how sweetly he slept on them! Truly they say, with beloved, even a hut is heaven. Just for how long?

Nik shrugged his shoulders.

“Two hours, so what? Why is it always important to you?”

“Because time is of tremendous value.”

“Really tremendous?” Nik asked with some disbelief.

“Yes, vitally important!” Kors looked at him, still bandaged, and felt very sorry for him. Nik, under such an attentive look, was embarrassed and quickly straightened his bangs, shifting it to the side, so that his eyes were visible in the gap between the bandages. He learned and remembered that Kors didn’t like it very much when his hair covered his face, and hastily removed them, as if his father would now reprimand him and begin to scold him, and this also pleased Kors.

“What about desire?” Nik asked. “Aren’t desires more important than time?”

“What does desire has to do with it?” Kors didn’tunderstand.

“Well, it’s just that the rain has stopped, and it’s time for us to get ready for the road,” Nik said, shaking his head awkwardly, and, having risen heavily, moved away from Kors.

“I’ll be ready in ten minutes,” Kors replied.

“Should I order Verniy to fetch your horse?”

“No. I myself will order Parky to do something useful. He’s been acting disgusting lately.”

“Hmmm,” Nik agreed, already clinking bottles.