ᶜᵃⁿ ʷᵉ ˢᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ?

beautiful dreamer --- awake unto me

A frenzy of pleasure. Had Teddy cummed five times more until he was completely drained and dry, he would still moan for Wyatt's cock to be inside him. Spreading him, pummeling his hole with a slick heat that made the young body crave the paladin more and more. Never did he think it possible to connect with someone so quickly, and Teddy certainly never thought his body would find this sudden addiction to the shape and heat of another man's body. It was his first time drowning blissfully in such a pleasure, but Teddy was a strong lad and Wyatt's very existence pooled more blood to his belly and groin. The twist and tightness of arousal was a high he clung to. How easily he could have melted into the comfortable warmth of orgasm, but the paladin was still fucking him with such deep and powerful thrusts; Teddy wouldn't have it any way. Body moved to the older man's will, and he reaped the rewards of his tight ass being pummeled so powerfully. The bed they laid upon threatened to buckle beneath the force Wyatt applied. In his arms, Teddy felt he would shatter and mold into the paladin's body all in one. He felt a man forged and Wyatt's body the blacksmith to build him anew. His skilled hands, mouth, cock... all awakening everything inside the young man.

He wouldn't have been surprised if the linens and wooden walls would have taken to fire with the heat their bodies created. Cradled within his strong arms, Teddy's arms wrapped around him and held him close just where he always wanted him. He hated bruising or hurting the man who gave him so much pleasure, but he couldn't help his fingers digging into sweat and oil slick back. So strong, Wyatt could easily crush him just as his cock was drilling into him maddeningly, but while his hips were relentless, he still held and kissed Teddy with such gentility. Breathless for the hundredth time. No, Teddy had been breathless the entire time the paladin touched him. Mouth was permanently open to invite both breath and Wyatt's mouth. To be licked clean and have the older man moan planted the deepest roots of lust inside his belly and his balls. Arms slackened their hold enough to slid his hands down the sculpted muscle of Wyatt's back.

Blunt nails clawed to no effect but fingertips dug deep regardless. He didn't get to enjoy the kiss as long as he wanted. From fingertips to hole, he felt the power loosen from Wyatt's hips and Teddy purposefully flexed his ass to tighten walls around the paladin's cock. His hole wanted to drain the man dry and when so much seed spilled inside of him, the pulsating of the older man's cock and the tightness in Teddy's walls seemed to match in fervor. The young man's hips and ass flexed as if action alone could drain more semen from cock and balls. He matched the speed of Wyatt's more languid thrusts as hot cum followed the crack and voluptuous shape of his ass. Fingers no longer dug into flesh as the paladin's large body fell onto him. Teddy welcomed him with the pull of his hips and threaded his hands through silver hairs gently. Head had tilted to the right and backwards, opening his neck to be kissed. Teddy found his breath, and he breathed in deep. The intake of air and the smell of their seed and sweat was intoxicating. Teddy's head returned to its former position to meet Wyatt's mouth. Lips parted and tongue extended to kiss the man who gave him so much.

Hands moved down to follow the column of neck. Running up and down until Wyatt pulled put and rolled beside him. A hole which had never known a cock before was suddenly so empty without the paladin. Teddy refrained from moaning a complaint and was more than happy to be pulled against his sweaty body. Hand settled on the center of Wyatt's chest as Teddy bent his knee, raised leg, and spread it across Wyatt's body. He was sweaty. Both of them were sweaty, but he didn't want to not touch Wyatt. Fortunately the older man thought the same. Teddy's back arched, stiffened, and then relaxed. Cock pressed flush against Wyatt's thigh as the youth gyrated hips to have wet hole meet fingers. He felt raw and spent, but all of Wyatt's touches made him feel alive.

The soreness was there, waiting to surface, but for the moment he was still wrapped in pleasure. Blonde hairs were stuck to sweat slick forehead, and he was still catching his breath, though more quietly, as the happiest smile was permanently set on smiles. Blue eyes were also bright with optimism and so much adoration. Head tilted backwards to look at Wyatt's face as best he could while still keeping his body flush against him. From their proximity, Teddy saw the defined and handsome lines around Wyatt's mouth. The silver-white hair follicles around chiseled chin, almost long enough to be shaved. The sheen of sweat following his prominent adam's apple. Handsome from head to toes. Teddy nodded then gathered his words, suddenly a little nervous to speak. "I'm... great. I've never felt that before. I... You're amazing, Wyatt. All of it.. I..."

Wyatt relaxed and held him, a comforting and mundane action. Smiling, he manipulated the divine energies granted to him and focused divine radiance through his fingertips, the same that probed so teasingly at the youth’s hole. The divine miracle easing away the tenderness and tightened muscle that had been worked loose. A wicked and sinful trick of divine power that brought a soft laugh to the man. Those thick fingers, working his essence back in and out of the youth, opening him up all over again. “You’re wonderful,” he said. Slowly, the fingers withdrew and he rolled Teddy once more to his back, legs opened wide and around the thick of his own waist. His cock still heavy and full between them as he pressed it against Teddy’s thigh and thrusted, leaving a slick of wetness against skin. “I want to always hear you make those sounds,” he kissed the boy's throat, “in bed, on the road, and whenever you look at me with those lustful eyes and I know you want me inside again,” he licked the skin, pressing a soft kiss to Teddy’s forehead.

Hooking his arms under Teddy’s knees, he adjusted his hips, allowing his cock to slowly push down between the crease of the youth’s ass. Wyatt had to allow one leg to fall so he could position and adjust himself, thumb and forefinger guiding his cock to Teddy’s hole, still slicked with his own release. He pushed, his thick head breaching the tight ring of muscle with a shuddering moan before he loomed over the small body and trusted until he was fully sheathed into the warmth. Hands now gripped the headboard, eyes staring so lovingly and lustfully down into the youth’s. “I’m yours now,” he whispered, “and this is mine.” He started to shallowly thrust, the power behind it once more moving the bed. He captured Teddy’s lips into a devouring kiss, his tongue invading his mouth while his cock invaded the youth’s body.

His brow knitted together while he stared at Aeryn. When did he move so close? He cleared his throat and drew his knees to his chest. Liam felt as if there were several conversations all happening at once and coming together in that moment in a great collide of words. He started to get a headache. One at a time. "No. I think the bedroll is fine," he uttered. Liam raised his hand to rub at his temples. A soothing circle to chase away the dull ache that threatened to grow the more he tried to thinking and focus on all that had been asked. Conversations jumbled in his head as if he had been in the middle of a crowded market or in the center of Baldur's Gate during a festival. He nodded in understanding of his kin compared to druids. Even if there was a vague understanding that captured him.

Dyron studied Ace. It wasn't difficult for him to learn his mannerisms. He would be grateful for the company into the ruins but Ace was still a stranger. Someone that had to earn the trust of the man. His brow rose. Dyron hadn't spent too much time in the cloisters library. He had been more focused on his body than his mind. A lack of balance that he had started to attempt to correct. He sat there, his legs folded and his hands held in a position of meditation over his root chakra as he weighted Ace's words. "It will make the task easier for sure," Dyron commented.

Eyelashes fluttered as his eyes were forced to open wide and focus. A groan was pulled from his lips without him thinking. He felt empty and on the brink of something terrible without Wyatt inside of him. Teddy would have complained more, but his head tilted to watch the paladin's movements and he knew what was coming next. He took the brief opportunity to pump his own erection. Sweat from their bodies used as the worst lubricant, but Teddy didn't care. His tipping point was so close he almost whined again. Blue eyes were eagerly set on the paladin's glistening muscles and erect cock as he moved back between his thighs. Leg moved quickly and with ease. Head picked off the mattress to watch it happen, but his own body blocked most of the view. The second time around, Teddy's hole opened quickly for Wyatt, shocking the youth. He knew it was his walls being stretched and the slickness of the oil, but a little part of him told himself it was because his body was meant to have Wyatt inside of him. It awaited the older man eagerly.

Being stretched didn't stop the pleasurable sensation in the slightest. Teddy's hand left his cock to grab his own leg. He spread himself wide and didn't linger on the fact it was lewd; he would have performed all kinds of acrobatics had the paladin wished it. Only two powerful thrusts in, and Teddy's entire body tensed. Abdomen coiled tight seconds before his balls were alleviated of tension. Erect cock bouncing from the thrusts shuddered as cum shot out to spray his chest, neck, and even his chin. He gasped as he came, but soon the sounds of relief returned into loud moans of pleasure. Body had tightened so stiffly around Wyatt and then relaxed. The slickness of a thick cock pumping so quickly inside of him brought him to his first orgasm and it was riding him to his second. Gods, Wyatt. Don't ever stop. His mind spoke to the paladin. Fuck me until I can't breathe. His mind said the things he was too embarrassed to say out loud but there was still a need to be vocal. "Wyatt... Wyatt... More."

It was as if the divine had saw fit to bless him for the years of devoted service for which he gave to Torm. A loyalty rewarded and manifested in the way which Teddy moaned, said his name, felt around his hardened cock. Wyatt was radiant with his want for the young man who withered underneath him. He lowered the youth's leg, large hand tracing the boy's hip and adjusting him so he could plunge deeper into that heat that clenched so deliriously against him and his thrusts. Then Teddy came and those walls held him tighter and lust filled eyes watched in wonder with how the youth unraveled from underneath him. Every detail. Every crease on Teddy's face was commented to memory. Such debauchery. There was no way he could hold himself back. He forced those lithe, muscular thighs around his wide waist and pushed harder inside him to be able to gather him in his arms. His full body now engulfing him while his forearms tucked under Teddy's shoulders.

They were as close to being one as any mortal cold hope to become. His thrusts came shorter, faster, and deeper. He rutted against the boy, his cock assaulting his hole and body with a quickened pace while his tongue, sinfully licked away the rapidly cooling cum against Teddy's chin. He moaned at the taste, savored it and submitted to the messy kiss which the youth demanded of him. He captured those lips again, kissing him hungrily as he felt his core tighten, the coil around it building up inside of him until ... until he jerked away and closed his eyes tight. His head held back as he gasped and moaned and vocalized in a mighty sound the pure ecstasy that Teddy had pulled from him. His cock throbbed and pulsated into the tight, deep heat of the youth. One last thrust and he pressed himself as deeply as he could to Teddy's ass and came. His entire body shuddered with the force as he continual filled the youth beneath him. Wyatt saw white for a moment before he plunged into a darkness that had him collapsing against the smaller body underneath him.

Yet, he did not stop his thrusts. Even as he completely emptied himself into Teddy, so much that he felt the warmth of his own seed seeping out around his cock and soil the linens underneath them. They were slower, teasing almost as he kissed up Teddy's throat. Their minds stick tangled together. Bieatovar puy. Su, su pieatovar woty kumi onsoti yu. His voice almost drowsily whispered into Teddy's mind. He raised himself, allowed himself to sink into a slow and passionate kiss with the youth with his tongue tasting all the boy on his lips before his muscles shuddered and he forced himself to roll over the boy's body to lay next to him. Yet, he pulled Teddy with him and against him. His large hand settling onto the muscle of Theodore's ass. Two fingers tracing the crease of it before finding his wet hole, burying themselves into his body again to work the tenderness.

Keen ears heard everything. Rats ran outside, out of the tunnels, where they would not be feed upon. A red-tailed hawk vocalized two kilometers away. Two ghouls broke into bone and gnashed teeth against man meat. He heard the man muttering to himself, and Lambert wasn't about to question the man's sanity. He used magic, went into a fight expecting to find monsters, and talked to himself. It wasn't really Lambert's business. Iron door shut with an incredible groan behind the man known as Elijah. Molten eyes focused on his face as a smirk turned up his lips. The smell of war. It tainted all the lands. Humans and their destructive nature. It bothered the witcher too but he wasn't about to show it. All the corpses he had been around at all stages of decomp, and it still hit wrong. Instinctual sickness he supposed. Despite the weight of his muscle and the weight of the hard leather and mail of his witcher armor, Lambert skipped over dead men, horses, and abandoned war perihelia with almost glee. "A man has to eat and drink. Witcher always asked for payment, but people are less and less likely to give us even a single copper. The monsters grow but pockets do not open."

His words didn't explicitly say it, but Lambert thought them all idiots. Poor idiots. Idiots who rather see their children stolen then give up funds for ale and gambling. Of course there were those who simply had no single copper to spare. With unnatural eyes Lambert always looked like a menace, but the look he gave Elijah was even more filled with disdain. "Eh, and then there's you. Why pay a witcher when there's fools in the world willing to fight and die for free."

Lambert laughed but it was dry and bitter. He heard the ghouls grinding bone and sloppily eating away from their line of sight and payed them no mind. "There's a swamp one day ride from here. Whole horde of insectoids. Have at them, boy. You'll be paid handsomely with a barbed and venomous tail."

Die for free. Elijah scowled at the thought. It was an insult that he could never defend against. It was a burden he accepted during the crimson rite to keep the secret. The Witcher only focused on his brotherhood's sacrifices but seemed to never consider that there was another that fought and bled freely for the protection of life. Elijah believed that both the Blood Hunter's and the Witcher's had common ground, as most of the other members agreed. Yet, they hunted the unseemly in secret. They were never to reveal themselves. Not on purpose. It was the opposite for the Witcher's. How everyone reacted to them could have been the catalyst to the secret. A man did have needs. The one difference that he saw between he and this Witcher was that most Hunters had ways of obtaining money other than cleansing the land of the corrupted.

Elijah canted his head to the side and stared at Lambert. He attempted to figure him out. Was the man attempting to cause him to become angry? Elijah was unsure but how Lambert acted spoke to the act. Part of him wanted to strike out, attack the man with wit and cutting word but that was the noble side of him. The man who would go to court with flirtatious ambition to try and gain his family favor in some manner or another, while cutting down an enemy with a well sharpened word. He had learned early on that one word could cut deeper than any blade when in that environment. The same disdain that Lambert looked on him with was the one he had for that world he tried to leave behind.