Relath Talasar is not a scam artist although that’s what
Khat, the local sheriff, thinks he is. Actually, Relath is a true wizard, even
though, admittedly, not a good one. He is still able to break simple curses
every day. Sheriff Khat does not believe in wizards or dragon shifters or magic
of any kind. Mainly because belief in such things can land you in the castle
dungeons and practicing magic can get you executed. All Khat is trying to do is
encourage Relath to leave town so he doesn’t get himself killed. But after
coming to LockShire, following an evil Angel Walker, Relath has fallen hard for
the big lawman. Now, not only does Relath have to protect the clueless sheriff
and defeat the Angel Walker, he has to stay ahead of the colonel hell bent on
seeing him hang.
Rest of Chapter One
Could it be? How could he have not known? “Um…Khat, I…I thought…”
“Should I tell you exactly what it is I want to do to this
ass?”
His voice had gone all sultry and whispery. “Yes!” Relath
didn’t want to move. He wanted to go on feeling the pressure of that one finger—or
was it two now?—forever, even through the fabric of his pants, which were
irritatingly in the way. But it was still so damn good, so much more than he
had ever expected from this man. He could come hard just by Khat continuing to
do only this. But if the big, beautiful lawman deemed he might be willing to do
more…
“Oh, big yes on all of it. Any of it. More…of it.” He had no idea what he was agreeing to, but if Khat
kept only this up he would be happy.
Of course Khat didn’t. He stopped and moved away. Relath let
out a disappointed moan until he realized Khat was removing the cuffs.
Khat’s low, commanding voice sounded from behind him. “Take
off your clothes, Relath. Slowly. I want you naked.”
Relath sucked in a breath. He turned around to face Khat and
took a step back to allow more room.
Khat growled, “Did I tell you to move?”
A small whimper escaped Relath as he took that step back
into Khat’s very private space. He shed his coat pretty easily, but he was
eternally grateful he wanted Relath to go slow because suddenly his fingers had
no idea how a button even worked as he fumbled with the first one, nearly
losing the battle. If he wasn’t so aware of Khat right there in front of him,
knowing ripping off his shirt was not what the big man had told him to do,
buttons would no longer be on the shirt anyway. But he willed his fingers to
obey, to do the impossible, as his mind filled with Khat’s presence, his scent,
and his maleness. Finally the shirt was coming off, slipping from his shoulders
and floating away to land somewhere behind him. He then moved his hands to his
pants, intent on undoing the simple bow that held the drawstring trousers up,
but Khat’s rough callused hand came up and caressed Relath’s chest, his fingers
rubbing deftly over his erect nipples. Relath let out another moan and stood
with his eyes closed, his mind toppling over and over the sensations Khat was
sending through his body.
“Your pants, Relath. Move.” Khat breathed down into Relath’s
face.
Pants? What the hell
are pants? Oh yeah. I know. Irritating, flesh covering, fabric. He directed
his hands back to the strings and knew he only needed to pull one and it should
let loose. Of course that particular brain cell that would have been able to
tell just by touch which one of those strings it was, no longer functioned. Once
again his fingers fumbled and by some miracle he had absolutely nothing to do
with, the pants loosened and dropped all the way to the floor.
“Thank the gods,” Relath whispered.
“Oh yes, thank the gods.” Khat’s raspy voice breathed out as
his other hand went straight for Relath’s hard and dripping cock. He pumped it
up and down, using the taut skin for friction. “I need this in my mouth,
Relath. I need to suck hard on you. Tell me I can do that.”
No air. There was no way air was going to get back into
Relath’s lungs. Not after that statement. His knees were no longer locked
either and he would have gone down except he reached up and grabbed Khat’s
shoulders just in time. He was also pretty sure he got out a desperate “please” but all his ringing ears heard
was an incoherent grunt.
Then Khat was gone and Relath’s cock was being consumed by
wetness and heat and amazing pressure. Relath cried out in shock, the pleasure
so sudden and intense he honestly should have come on the spot. Somehow he held
on, kept that delicious moment at bay, dancing around in his head making him
stupid. He spread his legs, trying valiantly to stay upright while he let the
sensations wash over him.
But he had to see this. Had to witness it. He felt it but
seeing it would be more than amazing. He forced his eyes to open and he looked
down at Khat on his knees in front of him, taking his cock into his mouth again
and again and again. He watched as Khat sucked hard, then released as his lips
traveled up to the tip, saw his tongue dart out and drill into the tip, then
stared as his cock disappeared once again into that hot mouth, Khat’s lips
working his flesh. Again and again he repeated the movements, taking a tight
hold of Relath’s hips as he moved him back and forth, aiding the motion. Then
one of those hands sneaked around to his backside, the fingers pushing between
his bare cheeks into the cleft, finding his opening and pushing up against it,
not going in, just putting rhythmic pressure on it. It was over, too much,
Relath was coming. He let out a long cry of ecstasy, digging his fingers into
Khat’s shoulders, but there was no longer any way he would support his own
weight. He went down.
Khat caught him. He lifted him and carried him to the cot,
just a couple feet behind him, as those powerful waves still tumbled over him. Khat
laid him down on the cot and climbed in next to him. With sudden renewed energy
and overwhelming need, Relath pulled himself up and climbed on top of Khat. With
a grunt, Khat allowed it and even helped pulling his shirt off and lifting his
hips when Relath pulled Khat’s pants down and off, pitching them over his
shoulder to land somewhere in the cell. The glorious sight of Khat’s gleaming,
rock-hard member was life changing. Letting himself fall between Khat’s spread
legs, he immediately put his lips around the oozing tip. Tasting the muskiness
of him, the maleness of him, was overpowering. Relath used his tongue to lap up
all the taste, and then he enveloped the large staff in his mouth, taking in as
much as he could, closing his lips and sucking as he came back up. Tightening
his lips, he slurped the shaft in, continuing to draw hard he pulled it back
out. Licking around the tip, holding the magnificent cock like a sucker, Relath
looked up into Khat’s face. The astonishment he saw there spurned him on,
wanting desperately to please this man.
Coming off Khat’s cock for a moment, Relath wet his fingers.
Then he let those fingers move to Khat’s ass, parting the cheeks and sliding up
and down until he found Khat’s opening. He pushed, breeching the tight ring,
sliding his finger in until it reached the middle knuckle, then he slowly slide
in and out and in and out while he took Khat’s cock back into his mouth.
Suddenly Khat took a hold of Relath’s head and shoved
himself as far down Relath’s throat as he could go. With a roar, he started to
fuck Relath’s mouth, barely coming out of his throat long enough for Relath to
pull in a breath. Relath relished the movement, knowing very soon Khat would be
shooting his cum. He concentrated hard on being able to continue to move his
finger in and out of Khat’s opening while keeping his throat open to take Khat’s
cock. Then Khat was coming. Khat lifted his hips, shoving himself deep, as the
spasms took over and juices flowed. Finally, Khat’s orgasm subsided and he
loosened his grip on Relath’s head and hair. Relath let the spent member slip
from his mouth, giving it one more hard lick, making Khat jerk up in response.
“Ahhh!” he shouted. Then he said a few more nonsensical
words and Relath collapsed onto Khat’s chest.
Exhausted.
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