Derik's Luck 40

From TSade

[edit] Apologies

Derik slumped down in the baron’s arms, feeling boneless and vibrating at the same time. His body floated with the afterglow of his orgasm and he felt his cum dripping down his stomach and chest, mixing with the last droplets of the waterfall and dripping down between his legs.

Panting, he closed his eyes at the sensation of his breasts heaving, then opened them up to look up at the baron. He felt so small in the large man’s eyes, but the warm blue eye that regarded him sent another quake of pleasure through his body.

“When did you, um, find out?”

Hamel chuckled, his hand stroking along Derik’s cleavage.

“The night Rachel found you. We discussed it after you went to sleep.”

Derik’s lip trembled, thinking back to the sacrifice he made to go to Rick and feeling as if it was in vain.

“Y-You mean, I didn’t have to go to Rick? That you already accepted me?”

He curled up, but the baron set his hand down on Derik’s breasts, pushing him back into position.

“No, blackbird, there is a lot more involved and I think that is why you went somewhere you should have never have gone. And, I think, all three of us are at fault for what happened.”

Derik shivered at the prickle of fear but also the electrical touch of the baron holding him so tightly.

“What do you mean?”

“Three days before Rachel told me about you, I had a visitor. A rather curvy and attractive one, but also one that seemed to have a fair amount of spite and anger. In fact, I think she was getting excited just talking to me about you.”

Derik frowned, trying to remember which of the many people he annoyed in his life. The baron expanded on the description.

“She wore long leather gloves and brought along her two brothers. I remember the gloves because she wouldn’t take them off and they set the hairs on my arm on end, which means they were probably enchanted.”

“Oh, fuck, Wendi.”

The baron chuckled, his fingers curling around Derik’s breasts to tease one hard, slick nipple.

“I didn’t know her name, but she told me that a thief named Derik was going to steal something for me.”

Squeaking, Derik cringed, but the baron just twisted his nipple playfully until he relaxed. The feeling of pleasure and pain mixed through his elated body, simmering the heat that filled him from the baron’s closeness.

“D-Did she say what?”

“Yes,” said the baron in his rumbling voice. Derik suddenly felt very tiny and very fragile in the baron’s lap, but his fingers continued to tease and twisting his nipples. His other hand slid along Derik’s manhood, teasing it as the seconds passed by.

“I-I’m sorry.”

The baron said nothing.

Derik whimpered softly, his back arching as the baron plucked at his sensitive ridges.

“You know, I waited for the Eye to disappear. Every day, every morning I came into my hall, expecting to see it gone. I knew you were there, but didn’t know if you were biding your time or if you had something else in mind.”

Derik’s lips cracked with surprise. The baron continued to speak softly in his deep voice that resonated with the flame in the thief’s loins.

“Rachel watched you pretty closely too. I didn’t actually tell her what you were going to steal, she would have probably killed you, but she knew you were stealing something important to me. She enchanted that blue cord you used for your hair with a seeking spell, hoping you’d wear it when you ran away.”

He chuckled softly, “I even had extra guards posted for the last six weeks, just waiting for it to happen.”

Derik realized he had tears in his eyes. Sniffing, he wiped them with the soaked sleeve of Tornsin’s shirt.

“W-What happened?”

The baron chuckled again, then drew Derik up until their lips were almost touching.

“Nothing. Nothing happened. You didn’t even try to get into the hall, even when she sent you out on errands in the palace. You didn’t try to escape, check things out, or anything we would expect a thief to do.”

Derik felt the air growing thick around him, a tenseness that made him shiver. He drew up one legs and worked it below him, straddling the baron’s hips and settling back down.

“Then, when Rachel locked herself into her room, because of Nightingale’s,” he sighed sadly, “anger, it was you that broke her out.”

“I had to, b-because of Nightingale and my-”

“Raven,” Derik didn’t think the baron could sound sadder with a single word. He shivered at his mother’s name, then rested his head on the powerful shoulder of the baron.

“She’s my mother.”

“I didn’t know until Rachel figured it out. I can’t tell you how upset I was when I found out how she died.”

Hamel stroked his hair, holding him tightly. His eye probed into Derik’s before he said, “I never wanted that, blackbird. I love all my girls but love could never change the fact: Raven was a fighter. Even as a harem kitten, she was always fighting.”

He sniffed, desperately not wanting to know but, at the same time, hungrily needing it.

“What happen?” he whispered.

“A guy. His name was Gorvin. He was the captain of my guards, and ironically, Tornsin’s uncle. She and another girl, um, I called her Raccoon I think, fell for him hard. They started to fight but it kept getting worse until Esali got involved.”

Derik sniffed, already guessing what happened.

“It wasn’t pretty. When I managed to shove my way through the crowds, your mother had already strangled Coon and injured Esali. She fought off the guards until Gorvin came. He stopped her, not with words but fighting. It was brutal, seeing their love torn apart that way, but it had to be done.”

Derik shook as the tears came, dripping on the baron’s shoulder as he clutched him tightly. The baron said nothing, just held him tightly as the sobs wracked the thief’s body. The sobbing stretched into minutes but eventually they faded.

“It’s a strange world, blackbird, when you fall into the harem that your mother grew up in.”

Derik chuckled sadly, wiping his eyes.

“Ironic.”

“Lucky, I think.”

“Lucky?”

“I hated how I handled Raven. I beat myself up that I didn’t handle it before it blew up into something serious. When I saw you in that harem, with your long black hair and blue eyes, I actually thought Rachel played a joke on me and it was Raven standing there. I feel like I was given a second chance to... I guess not make the same mistake twice. You, blackbird, look just like her. No doubt, Hawk’s little trick helped. That girl is more annoying than anyone else I’ve known. Always doing things that end up being the right thing in the end.”

Derik giggled and the baron smiled, stroking his thumb along Derik’s jaw. He sighed for a moment, then drew Derik into a long, lingering kiss that stole the thief’s breath away. He moaned into it, pressing his body against the hard ridge of the baron’s manhood. When they broke, they were both gasping for breath.

“You are so pretty, but I think you heard it before.”

Derik blushed, “I-I like it when you say it.”

“And I like saying it, blackbird.”

“Call me Derik, please?”

The baron smiled warmly and pulled him into a kiss, holding Derik’s waist with one hand and a hand against his back as they embraced. When they broke, the rumble of the man’s voice filled Derik with an intense feeling of lightness.

“Derik.”

He nearly came again, just hearing his name. He cooed softly and hugged him tightly. The baron chuckled and shifted his position, moving the long hardness tighter against Derik’s stomach and manhood. Derik shivered at the feeling.

“Rachel finally decided to trust you. The dress-shopping, the corset, even that night was going to be her present to you, to let you know that I’m happy to have a pretty thief in my harem.”

Derik moaned softly, imagining how it could have been. Hamel playfully teased him as he said, “I was going to tease you a little, bend you over my bed, then right before I entered you, I was going to lean over and whisper your name.”

Moaning louder, Derik’s hands reached down to stroke the hard shaft between them. The baron breathed deeply, then inhaled as Derik pulled out his shaft, sliding his fingers down the slicked length. Hamel swallowed, his eyes watching the movements.

“I wanted to make you come hard, just with that. It was the point I wanted you to know I wanted you to be mine.”

Derik breathed deeply, “I want to be yours.”

“On my bed?”

Gasping, he nodded, his fingers working up and down the steel-hard shaft and feeling it in his palms. His body ached for it to be inside him and he lifted himself up, dragging the baron’s cock along the junction between his balls and thigh.

“Oh, yes...”

“Bent over the pillows, ass up in the air?”

Derik felt the heated head sliding across his balls and gasped at the inferno that filled him. His breasts teased the baron’s face and he felt the strong lips take one in, sucking on it and bringing another moan of pleasure from his throat. The lips slid off as Derik positioned himself right above the cock, swollen head pressed into the only hole he could give the baron.

“I want you, baron.”

“And I want you, Derik. Please forgive us?”

Derik lowered himself down on the hard spear of pleasure, feeling as the thick head pulled him open and sucked him in. It buried deep inside him, as if he was born for it, and he felt a shiver as tiny orgasms ran up his insides, exploding in his mind like fireworks.

A long shuddering gasp filled the room as he sank down, centimeter by centimeter, aching for the baron even as he filled it. The baron’s breath came hot against him, filling him with such warmth and love and passion that he came all over the junction of their beings before he settled down. His cock jumped and jerked, still pumping out hot fluids, but Derik just leaned into the baron, rocking back and forth as he felt the steel rock of ecstasy rolling around his insides.

The baron just held him, hands on his ass, as Derik impaled himself, rising up and dropping down, tracing the sensations as orgasms grew inside his body, white hot and intoxicating.

The baron came quickly, his balls tightening up and the feeling of the entire length swelling before exploding inside Derik. The thief let out a long gasp of pleasure, unable to come from the afterglow, but grinding down with the need to be the baron’s.

He felt searing hot cum dripping from his tightly stretched rectum, but he just continued to rock and pump, riding himself on the shaft until he felt the baron coming again and again until his insides felt stuffed to their limits and cum splashed loudly on the floor.

Panting, he swayed for a moment before pulling himself off the still-hard cock. A shudder filled Derik, a long withdrawing of energy as it slipped out of his body. He knew what it was now and it followed with an intense sense of pleasure, like fingernails down his back and he finally came hard against the baron once again, emptying his balls before slumping against the baron.

Hamel, panting from their love-making, stroked his hand along Derik’s back. Derik purred softly, his breasts heaving as he enjoyed another afterglow of pleasure. He found the words.

“I forgive you, if you forgive me.”

“Always.”

The baron’s arms wrapped around him, holding him tight as they just held each other. A soft time of pleasure and just enjoying the comfort. But, it ended too soon when the baron stirred.

“Come on, I hear Rachel talking to the girls outside.”

Derik slipped off Hamel and stood up, wearing nothing but an open shirt and dripping cum. He blushed and started to button his shirt, but his lord stopped him.

“No, no reason to hide. Not to mention, you are probably just getting out of it in a moment anyways.”

He blinked.

“Um, what?”

“Well, I was thinking and I think Rachel needs closer also. She knows as well as I do that she should have broken the ruse the second Rick came in, instead of holding on to that promise of hers. She won’t admit it, of course, but she needs your forgiveness.”

“I’ll forgive her.”

He chuckled, “I plan on that, but just saying it isn’t enough. So, I’m going to have a talk to her and then I’m going to have you spank her in front of everyone in the harem. You didn’t need to suffer than much pain, just because you wouldn’t admit to trying to steal the Eye of Hamel.”

Derik’s breath got tight again. He remembered all the pain that Rick did to him, but he couldn’t say anything. Instead, he pushed it down and resolved to forget it as fast as possible.

The baron chuckled and ran a finger along Derik’s cleavage. As Derik’s manhood woke up, so did the baron’s. His smile filled the room as he spoke playfully.

“I know, but it’s important to me that we can push this behind us. So, you are going to spank Rachel for her apology. Then, I’m going to apologize and you are going to spank her again on my behalf.”

Derik looked up in surprise. Th baron shrugged.

“I’m the baron, you don’t spank me. I spank you.”

Derik blushed which turned into a moan as the baron slipped arm around his waist, holding him tight. The baron’s fingers stroked the side of his hip.

“In addition, I’m going to tell you this, I’m only interested in sticking my dick in you, not the other way around. Understand? I’m in charge.”

It never occurred to him, but Derik shivered and nestled closer at the thought. A faint smile and a blush crossed his lips as he thought about being happily impaled on Hamel’s shaft.

“Yes, sir.”