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Tobi feels as if he has been set alight with desire. Rope. To be bound before Harok. Bound and unable to resist anything Harok wants to do. Any pleasure. Any pain. Tobi bites his lip and nods. He wants it. He can think of nothing he desires more. “Please.”

“Sho, Suskara?”

“Sho.”

With a satisfied smile, Harok climbs from the bed and moves around it. Rope coils around Tobi’s wrists and ankles. It feels scratchy, rough, delicious. Harok ropes Tobi’s limbs to the posts of the bed, pulling taut. He is open, wide open. Tight and spread. Perfectly vulnerable to all sensation. Harok pinches Tobi’s thigh.

Tobi yelps as pain sparkles through him. Sensation that twists. Pleasure floods him, his lower body turning to hot, thick liquid. “More,” he begs, struggling to test how well he is held. “More, more.”

Harok pinches his nipple. Hard. Much harder. Tobi cries out.

Harok makes his own soft, low growl of pleasure and does it again. Even harder. Then he pinches both Tobi’s nipples at once. Tobi arches off the bed. Panting.

And spends.

It takes him a moment to realise what has happened in the haze of sensations, but then he realises as pleasure rolls through him, unstoppable and delicious. His seed feels soft on his belly.

“I… “ he says, as if half in a dream. “Oh. Ereyek, oh.”

Harok leans close and whispers. “That is your first one, Suskara. Let us see how many I can give you.”

“First one,” Tobi says. “Ai. Ai, ven, tal,” he begins counting his Ambolk numbers.

“Shush, Suskara, shush,” Harok coos. “We will get there.”

Harok dips and his tongue finds Tobi’s hole. Tobi whines, but Harok does not stop. Harok licks Tobi until he is roused again, licks him until he is on the brink of another spend. He cries out. Sobbing for more and Harok drives his tongue right into him. He spends, spasming on Harok’s tongue in his hole, in his kush. It’s sweet. Stronger than the first.

Harok chuckles in his ear, “Ven.” And slides a finger into Tobi’s wet hole. He strokes over the spot inside him that makes him clench and sob with need.

Tobi panics. It’s too much. It feels sweet, but he cannot take more. He writhes and struggles but the ropes hold fast. He is spread so open. He cannot stop Harok as he slides his spend-slicked finger in and out of his hole.

And then he adds another. And another. Tobi feels his cock growing roused again. Is this more magic of the forest? Or just Harok? He cannot tell, but he has never felt so aroused. So completely open to sensation. Harok’s fingers are thick. But Tobi has had three of them inside him before. He knows the breathless feeling of it. The intense powerful stretch, almost like he is being split in two. He sobs and spends again. He feels a little less seed come this time, but the feeling is still as intense. A great wave of pleasure.

But there cannot be more. Surely there cannot be more.

Harok whispers, “Tal,” and his lips find Tobi’s. Sweet and dark. Tasting of sex. The pleasure of the deep earth, Tobi thinks as Harok’s tongue slips into his mouth.

Harok wraps his hand around Tobi’s cock as he kisses him. “Again Suskara,” he growls. “ I would see you spend again.”

“No,” Tobi says. He’s speaking Artemian now, but it doesn’t seem to matter.

Harok pinches one of Tobi’s nipples with his free hand. Pain sparkles like a line of stars. “Sho.”

Harok sheds his own clothing in a rush, fast and frantic. His cock is hard and red, dripping with desire. He moves to cover Tobi. Harok sometimes begins their lovemaking with gentleness, but when he is roused it always turns to something more savage. He takes Tobi as roughly as he ever has.

Tobi arches off the bed. Each thrust of Harok’s cock inside him feels like spending. He makes sounds, strange garbled noises, as if even his Artemian language has left him now. He spends with pure pleasure, almost no seed at all. Nothing left.

Harok gasps, “Elip,” as he joins Tobi in his peak. Flooding Tobi with seed.

And Tobi wants this, nothing but this. Forever.

27

TOBI

Harok’s legs are visibly shaking as he climbs from the bed and begins to untie the ropes. As each limb is freed Tobi curls it to his body with a soft sigh of relief.

“We have done everything from the book,” says Tobi, dreamily. “Whatever will we do in the evenings now?”