Derik's Luck 32

From TSade

[edit] Soaked

Derik padded down the hallways of the palace with a skip. He smiled to himself as he bounced along the tiles, his slippers tapping lightly as he returned back to the harem after delivering a message for Madre. His black silk robe fluttered behind him, contrasting with the sapphire blue silk shorts around his hips and a tank top that clung to his curves; on this day, he didn’t have time with his thong or bra because Madre was in a hurry. His nipples, still sensitive from Hime’s transformation, peeked out through the taut fabric over his breasts.

Outside, the sunlight streamed through the late summer clouds and the smell of the storm that recently passed filled the hallway of the palace with the smell of wet grass and stone.

It was a good day.

He padded around a corner and skidded to a halt. At the far end of the hallway, standing in front of a conference room, he spotted a guard standing in position. The breath caught in his chest as he peered a little closer, then backed up as he realized it was Tornsin.

Blushing and worrying his bottom lip, he spun around to go down another hallway and found himself looking at the broad, powerful chest of the baron.

“Blackbird!”

Derik’s heart pounded faster as he looked up at the baron. His palms tightened against the powerful chest, fingers curling to stroke along the cords and ridges. The pulse of the baron, the man he still ached for in his dreams, sent a hammer slamming into his body. The slow breathing of the older man seemed to counterpoint the rapid panting as Derik struggled for air.

His vision blurred as he focused on the baron’s face, seeing that single blue gaze piercing into his soul. The baron’s form shimmered and twisted for a moment before solidifying into a soft, easy smile.

The baron wrapped his arms around Derik’s thin waist, holding his hips tightly with his large hands.

“Happy to see me?”

Derik opened his mouth to say something but no words came out, only a squeaking noise. The baron chuckled and released Derik’s hip long enough to hook his finger under the thief’s chin and close his mouth.

“I like your lipstick.”

Derik whimpered, still unable to speak. The pounding in his ears drowned out the words until the rest of the world melted away into darkness and only two people remained.

“Can you speak?”

Trying harder, Derik managed to regain control his vocal cords.

“Y-Yes, baron.”

“Good, it would be sad to have a mute blackbird.”

Derik blushed hotly, his hands trembling against the baron’s chest. The baron looked down, breaking the spell he had on Derik’s body. Derik gasped and followed the gaze down, staring at his hands pressed against the man’s chest. He started to pull them away but the baron shook his head.

“It’s okay. I have plans for a lot more of yours being pressed against me.”

He squeaked again.

The baron laughed, “You do that a lot, don’t you?”

“Sorry! Sorry, baron.”

“No matter,” he smiled broadly and stroked his hand down Derik’s chin, tracing the line along his collar and igniting a flame searing down Derik’s spine to pool between his legs. His manhood, barely caught between his legs twitched and started to grow, unfolding as it began to tent his shorts.

Frantically, he ducked slightly to press one hand between his legs, forcing his cock back before it could give away his true deception to the most powerful man he knew.

The baron chuckled wryly.

“I remember you did that last time also.”

Derik whimpered as he looked up, then slowly trailed his eyes down to stare at the growling thickness in the baron’s pants. The baron leaned forward to whisper playfully.

“I also seem to recall: I rather enjoyed it.”

Unable to tear his eyes away from the baron’s cock, Derik shook with the memory of it impaling him. His cock twitched even hotter and he felt precum oozing down his inner thighs as he licked his lips.

“Can’t speak?”

Blushing, he looked up, one hand buried between his legs and one pressed against his chest.

“Sorry! H-How may I serve you?”

The baron chuckled, “I have this annoying meeting with some bureaucrats and I needed a little pick-me-up.”

“Baron?”

His hand raised up to take Derik’s hand from his chest. Derik’s heart surged for a moment, then he moaned as the baron drew it down to his crotch, pressing his palm tightly against the throbbing mass buried in his pants.

Derik needed no other command as he pulled his other hand up, discretely wiping the moisture on his robe, before working his fingers on the baron’s imprisoned cock.

He moaned loudly as he freed the thick hardness, his lips parting with a hunger that redoubled with every heartbeat he stared at it. It was hot and hard, silk over steel. It was the shaft that dominated him and he almost came with the thought of it once again burying itself in his rectum. His cock jerked once and, luckily, he didn’t come at the thought of it. Instead, he drew it up to his body. His mouth parted around the head, working it into his mouth until the baron’s breath quickened with pleasure.

“Oh, that is exactly what I had in mind.”

Derik stroked down the shaft to ease out the huge balls. His fingers stroking and rolling it in his palms, feeling how they twitched with the heavy seed churning inside. He gasped and mouthed the rounded end, sucking on the flood of juices that poured out of it.

The baron was strong. It vibrated through every iota of the man and Derik breathed in the scent of his strength.

Muscles flexed as the baron turned Derik up against the wall, hands cupping his naked breasts with his fingers. Derik felt the powerful digits teasing his sensitive nipples, pinching them until Derik writhed with the storm of pleasure and pain.

As he mouthed and lapped at the massive member, Derik felt the baron sliding his top up to reveal his rounded breasts. The sensation of cool air and powerful fingers against his tits was intense and he drew the baron’s shaft into the valley between them. The baron sighed with pleasure and Derik took it as approval as he squeezed his breasts around the slicked, iron-hard member.

Derik’s eyes lifted up as he bobbed his body up and down, using the wall for balance, and stared up into the baron’s eye. The feelings of pleasure grew with the silken hardness sliding up and down, the sensations of the baron’s cock against the inner skin of his breasts ignited the flames deep between his cock. Unable to pull his hands away, he whimpered as he felt his cock slipping forward again, tenting the silk shorts as he bobbed faster and harder. Grinding down, he squeezed his own nipples and pumped the baron’s cock until he felt his shaft starting to surge with heat and power.

They came together: Derik soaking his silk shorts and the baron’s come splattering against his chin and chest, overflowing the valley of his breasts and pouring down his front. Searing hot and liquid, it soaked him as the baron let out a long satisfied moan.

Derik, panting hard, released the throbbing shaft from his body and quickly planted one hand on his crotch to push his cock back into place. Cum oozed down, splattering wetly on the tile as he looked up at the baron.

The older man nodded in approval, then lifted one hand to cup Derik’s chin. Bringing his gaze into Derik, the thief found himself once again caught in the blue stare, losing himself with the intensity of it. The baron stroked a thumb through the slick edge of Derik’s chin.

“Always pleasurable, blackbird.”

Derik moaned, his hips rocking slightly as he stood there. His heart crashed loudly against his ribs.

“T-Thank you, baron.”

“I think,” he paused, “sadly I need to go to a meeting. But, tonight, I want to see a pretty kitty, my princess, and my little blackbird on my bed.”

Even as he wanted to crawl into a shadow, his mouth was moving without thinking.

“O-Of course, my lord.”

“Good. Because,” he smiled as his finger trailed down the side of his cum-soaked breast and tweak the dripping nipple, “I can’t wait to see you spread out naked on my blankets. I have a lot of plans for tonight.”

Derik nearly fainted at that very moment. The baron chuckled and reached down to brush his lips against Derik’s. At his first kiss from a man, Derik’s knees grew weak from the electric surge that coursed between them. The baron drew him close and he squeaked as he used his hand to shield his manhood from grinding on the baron’s leg as the kiss deepened. When he felt the baron’s tongue pressing against his lips, he moaned hungrily and parted his lips, accepting the baron inside his mouth.

His body surged hotly and he felt his cock splattering inside his shorts, adding to the cum that poured down his thighs as the baron held him close, kissing hard and powerful until Derik could no longer breath.

Then, the kiss broke and Derik swayed as he watched the baron turn on his heels and walk down the hall. Derik reached out for the wall, but slipped as his knees collapsed and he sank to the ground, splattering in the puddle of cum from the baron’s orgasm.

It hurt to breath from the tightness in his chest. Derik pressed one dripping hand against his chest, feeling how his heard pounded under the skin and his breath came out shuddering.

When the baron walked out of sight, tucking his immense cock back into his pants, Derik regained control of his body and he slumped forward.

“Oh, fuck.”

He remained there, soaking in the baron’s seed, until boots stopped in front of him. Derik body shivered as he looked up to see Tornsin holding out a towel.

Blushing hotly, Derik gratefully took it and used it to pat at the cum that soaked his entire front. He couldn’t look up at the piercing green eyes as he sopped up as much as he could, thankful that the baron’s orgasm overwhelmed his own juices dribbling down his thighs.

Even though he took as long as possible, he ran out of cum to towel off. Finally, he sighed and looked up.

Tornsin held out his hand.

Trembling, Derik accepted it and let the young guard help him into standing position. Derik shivered, looking away.

“S-Sorry.”

“The baron always does that.”

Derik gulped and glanced over at Tornsin, feeling a blush growing again.

“What?”

“Comes all over his girls. The maids really hate cleaning it up. It’s even worse for his nights, practically a lake in his room.”

Derik giggled with the thought, then pulled the robe tighter around his breasts. He felt embarrassed at how the fabric clung to his breasts and curves, highlighting them even as they dripped with cum. When he looked up, he saw Tornsin’s eyes following his gaze.

“Come, I’ll walk you back to the harem.”

Derik smiled, “Thank you.”

The guard didn’t release Derik’s hand and the thief didn’t want to pull it out. Together, he was lead down the hall toward the harem. He didn’t say anything, half afraid that-

“Are you avoiding me, Dora?”

Derik stumbled.

“Um, no, no, I’m...” his eyes caught sight of the piercing green gaze, “I’m sorry, Tornsin. Yes.”

“Why?”

“I...” he stumbled over the words, “I... don’t know.”

“Do you like me? Like Madre said?”

Searing hot, his cheeks reminded him of his embarrassment.

“I love the baron.”

“But that isn’t what I asked.”

Derik stopped, looking at Tornsin. The guard shrugged, but there was a hint of sadness in his green eyes.

“I’ve been a guard for the harem most of my life, since I was fifteen. I don’t have anything beyond the baron, and my mother of course, and I... I would be willing to share, you know. I-I’ve never really been interested in any of the girls before, but there is something about you. Madre was right, I was asking about you and I do, um, fancy you.”

Derik’s lips parted with surprise. Tornsin laughed nervously.

“And now, I feel foolish. But, there is something about you that I find attractive. I don’t know why, but when I first saw you standing outside the harem, it felt like you were special.”

Swallowing hard, Derik just wrapped his fingers tighter around Tornsin’s. He stumbled over the words, trying to fight past a fluttering in his stomach.

“I’m just confused, Tornsin. I don’t understand all... of Madre’s... rules and stuff. This dating and the baron, I’m not sure this is right for me. I-I’m just so confused.”

“I see.”

Tornsin’s fingers slipped from Derik’s and the thief fought back a strange and sudden sob from an intense feeling of rejection. He let his hand trail back to his side as they walked down the hall, no longer touching. At the entrance of the harem, they stopped. Derik looked around, feeling like the world focused on him, before speaking.

“Well, thank you. This is, um, my place.”

Tornsin bowed curtly and turned away. Derik watched as Tornsin walked down the hall and disappeared around a corner. He worried his bottom lip for moment.

“Well, fuck.”