The Following Night: A King and his Gold

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Gallahan laid in his bed in the dark of night.

The rich scent of man and the wilderness filled his lungs. He knew this scent: Hadruil. He called out to him:

"Hadruil." he spoke softly with a smile. he was nuzzled from behind.

"Who else, of course." the dwarve responds. Gallahan rolls over and embraces his lover, kissing him passionately. His rugged partner holds him close, greeting every kiss with the eternal love he felt through his whole body. His callaced fingers trail down the elf's naked, soft body and to the place of love making. He is greeted firmly by his elven tool.

"Already?" He chuckles

"Of course."

"what if i hadn't come here to do this?"

"Then I would've gladly suffered." Han tries to kiss him, but can't seem to find him in the dark of his lightless room.

"mmm... " Hadruil lifts the soft leg in the air, and suckles at the tender neck in front of him. "I wouldn't allow that." Gallahan lets out a soft moan to the sky as Hadruil grinds against him lovingly from behind. He unfastens his trousers hastely and rubs his equally as hard but much larger tool against the elf's tender, pink anus. Gallahan coos in excitement, allowing Hadruil to do as he pleases. He slides in and Han errupts a cry that fills the room. He moans his violator's name softly under his breath. He leans in and dares to kiss his open mouth before starting his expedition. then, he begins with speed. Han quickly begins to beg him. Beg him to take his time, so he does. He understands that his lover is certain sensative from the previous night. His crusade continues. He goes in steadilly as Han lets out a more than generous amount of moans.

"My king" The elf spoke with love. Hadruil continues his penetration has he speaks.

"On the contrary, YOU are my king." and gallahan moans helplessly in his grasp as he continues to rock him faster with his words. He manages to speak, but barely.

"I am no King."

"You are graceful. Elegent. You are the jeweled crown that rests in these sheets of satin" Gallahan tries to speak his name, to heed him to stop. He grabs himself desperately and cries out loudly.

"N-no! Ss...stop! I.. I'm leaking!" a golden liquid trickles out of him from the pressure of Hadruil's thick length. Hadruil heeds his cries, and ceases, but just a moment. He kisses his damsel's neck, but han whimpers and turns his head away. The Dwarve King reaches down and cradles his fretting lover's perdicament.

"N-no... don't touch it!" His soft voice shakes with humiliation. Hadruil just milks it in his hand, lovingly. Han whimpers and fidgets trying to sheild his embarassment, but hadruil begins to proceed in and out of him, slow and smoothly. The elf shudders as the pleasure shoots through his sensetive body once again.

"sto-op.... I'll soil myself again..." he begs. Hadruil continues.

"So be it. Shower me with your golden love." He speaks softly to him. Those very words cause his partner to redden and allow him to handle him further, without complaint. He does both for a while. milking and thrusting, slow and steady. He stops and picks up his weightless elk, and rests him in the cradle of all the sheets against the headboard. He nuzzles up between his legs and kisses him more the lovingly and he simply tugs at the twitching member in his hand. Gallahan moans into his mouth, loving each gentle touch and kiss given to him. This passion continues on for what seems like hours to them.

"It's a shame. We didnt seem to stay in your favorite position much at all." Hadruil says to Han. Han nuzzles him in the darkness.

"Favorite.. position?"

Hadruil pauses, smiling to himself. He tilts han onto his side and lifts his leg. He slides into him slowly again, as a shocking amount of pleasure jolts into Gallahan. He gasps out a strained cry. Hadruil groans at the sound of what he knows is his mate's sweetspot, and begins a quick pace inside of him. The position allows him to go deep into gallahan, and Gallahan's little spill from earlier allows easy access for him to slide in and out quickly, All as he's milking his cock. Gallahan gasps and moans out shamelessly and helplessly as the pleasure consumes his body and his mind. Moments of the pure ecstasy go by endlessly as Hadruil doesnt seem to tire in the slightest. The Elf panics again as he feels the preasure pounding into his prostate, as well as his bladder. It feels to good, and he hopes that he can just hold it. It grows to much, his body is trembling and shaking as his King seems to pound shots of ecstasy through him with each thrust.

"I-I can't hold it!"

Music to Hadruil's ears, he fastens.

"I'm going to soil myself!"

Through grunts of pleasure, Hadruil speaks to him. "Do it... give me your hot gold." This turns Han's concern into excitement, but something inside him strikes him as well. He shouts.

"I-'m going to cum!" His voice cracks.

"Which is it?"

"I-Idont- I dont know!"

"Give me both- and I will lick every bit off you" Hadruils grunts, slamming deep and quickly inside him.

"D-dont say things like that- t-to me  when you're doing this" Gallahan stammers. and cries out desperately, obviously getting close. he tries to grab himself, but Hadruil's hand doesnt let him in. Gallahan just grips the bed, pleasure disabling him.

"Give me all of your gold- and your silver!" He says, smacking into his prostate. "I'm going to delve into your deepest cavern- like the greedy Dwarve I am- and I'm going to take all of your hot gold and silver. And if you don't' give it to me- I'm going to take you- and suck out -...every last, creamy drop of it- And take it all from you myself!"

Gallahan screams as a milky river flows out of him, and he showers both of them with more than enough gold for a king. Tears stream down his face as he lays there, beneath him. He just cries and cries, his voice shuddering out sobs and soft moans. His insides being demolished with love and goodness, he cant form a word- not even a thought. His body is held firmly as it trembles and quivers through the unbearable sensation. and then- peace... Warmth. It fills him as his body stops rocking, and the firm hold releases. He is held by warm arms and the most loving presence he has ever felt. He is kissed with the most caring lips in the land, and as soon as it is broken- "I love you, Hadruil."

~"I love you to, My King."