Wow.
Jace was no virgin, but he had never been particularly blown away by his one-night stands. The biggest reason he succumbed to buying some expensive toys was that the majority of men were a disappointment. The whole ordeal of finding someone to sleep with took more energy than the achieved gratification was worth. Small dicks, crooked dicks, terrible techniques, absolute selfishness in bed, pistoning like a dog with no rhythm—Jace suffered through it all.
Maybe there was a god. Some pervert, as it seemed, but a god nonetheless.
Only that could explain how those fingers inside his hole managed to massage his prostate so fucking well. Liut's hands were large, calloused, and his digits thick but neat and nicely shaped. Mesmerized, Jace watched them plunge into his hole, find his prostate, press and play with it, rub it, then thrust into it. With his ass up in the air and all his weight on his shoulder blades, Jace thanked the pervert god that this new body was flexible enough to allow him the view.
His cock hung over his stomach, rock hard and pulsating, pre-cum smudging over his abs. Those white pubes looked really fucking cute; all his body hair was white and feathery light, perfect smut material.
With a well-placed thrust, Liut interrupted Jace's train of self-praising thoughts and made him moan. Eyes tightly closed, Jace felt a tremble run through his body.
"You seem distracted," Liut said, bored and idle. So that was what it sounded like. Well, okay, valid. Jace felt his dick twitch.
"Work harder, then," Jace breathed out the taunt. He had always dreamed of saying it. If he could, he would squeal from excitement.
The words were magic—Liut added a third finger and shoved them inside with perfect precision. Gulping air, Jace arched his back, mouth open on a silent scream.
Wow.
Wow!
The stretch was perfect, the speed was exactly right, the angle was godly. Coupled with who was abusing his prostate so wonderfully… Jace shamelessly moaned like a bitch in heat.
"I'm gonna— ah, fuck!— cum, really-really gonna cum now!" He muttered or screamed, who could tell. Each thrust was bringing him closer to the edge.
"Are you a foreigner?" Though the question was asked just as lazily as before, the hand working Jace into oblivion did not falter for a moment.
Feeling tears streaming down his cheeks and heat pooling in his gut, Jace had exactly zero coherent fucks to give about what that question could mean and where it came from.
"Who—god-fucking-dammit!—cares," he bubbled, gripping the sheets, "don't you dare stop!"
There was a chuckle, the annoying dark chuckle of every damn top out there. But combined with the onslaught of sensations—thick fingers stretching his hole, milking him dry, the nerves in his body tight like a string, the constant thrum of his heart, the look in those blue eyes he barely managed to see through the veil of tears—combined with it all… Jace threw his head back, arched his spine, and came.
He came so intensely he felt his own cum landing on his face, cheeks, nose, then lower—down his chest. Shaking, convulsing, unable to think, Jace slumped like a ragdoll. Those sturdy hands caught him, one still slick with oil. They held his waist, thumbs rubbing circles as if to soothe.
"Fucking hell," Jace mumbled. He could barely move, the force of the orgasm still spasming his body.
Liut clutched Jace's sides. "Glad I could help." He planted a chaste kiss on the top of Jace's knee and got up.
Naked, huge, glistening with sweat, a web of dark locks sticking to his back, that damn beautiful ass—Jace had the most delicious view. No one ever looked like that in real life. Those well-sculpted biceps, perfectly veiny forearms, muscular shoulder blades, defined waist, proportionally thick thighs… Oh, what a man. What a specimen.
Delightfully watching that ass jiggle with every step, Jace suddenly realized the terror of where those steps led. To the heap of clothes on the floor. For fuck's sake, there was even an honest-to-god sword there. Not important.
Getting up on his elbows, Jace asked, "What are you doing?"
Glancing at him over the shoulder, Liut raised his eyebrows. "Getting dressed."
All units, emergency. Jace sat up in a second and almost ripped a lock of hair out of his head in haste. Who needed that much hair!?
"I see that, but why?" he asked. Calmly. Jace was very calm, poised and collected. That was why he rubbed the cum off his face until his cheeks burned.
Laughing as if there was a joke, Liut nodded to the window. "Because of sunrise. I must ride to Stormlands without delays."
What fucking Stormlands!? Who would just rile up a person like that and then leave? While still hard!?
"No." Jace stood up.
Though his legs were shaky, his resolve was unmovable.
He came up to Liut, who was taller than him—of course, how could he not be—anyway. Jace hugged that huge torso from behind and rested his forehead between Liut's shoulder blades.
What the hell was that height difference!?
Irritated by everything, especially by suddenly becoming a midget, Jace tightened his hold.
"You don't get to ravish me so and leave with the first ray of sun. Have you no shame?"
Despite his turmoil, Jace was pretty proud of his flowery speech. Those millions of read words finally paid off. Not that it mattered; the worldbuilding and setting of The Venerable One Has Found His Way were scarcely an example of epic fantasy sophistication. It was littered with modern words, some slang, and even the AAVE "bet" was used twice.
Spiraling in his thoughts, as he always did, Jace hugged Liut tighter.
His clasped hands were covered by Liut's larger, warmer palm.
"What are you saying, …" Liut fell silent.
Oh, of course. Liut's paramours rarely had names; only the first few ones got the honors.
And he had the nerve to question the fact that Jace forgot his. Truly, an insufferable protagonist. Poor Jace, just a wanton plot device, an unnamed, insignificant sex tool.
"Jace," he said. "My name is Jace, if it pleases you," he murmured into the skin.
Granted, he made himself sound very pitiful, but that huge insufferable protagonist cock was on the line. A weapon. Jace would never have put something like that up his ass in reality. But here, he woke up in such a sorry state and still got the best fingering with mild struggle. Taking that weapon would probably hurt in any case, but all evidence showed that this body of his had already passed the trial.
Fuck, spiraling again.
However, despite Jace's cock-lusting detours, Liut seemed to take his sweet time replying, too…
But why?