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Shorty & the Beast: Part Six (rough draft)
🕑 Added 2021-03-16 20:00:02 +0000 UTCIt had been easier for Kyairil to forget things, rather than linger on the memory of them. All his years of imprisonment, he had learned to let go of the things he once enjoyed. He meditated in their place, forgetting his favorite foods and drinks. He made himself forget how good roasted chicken was, and how good dark wine made him feel. He forgot the different warmths that both provided him. He taught him that potatoes didn’t matter. Potatoes weren’t really all that good. Especially not with butter and fried until crispy. Butter wasn’t good either, no. It was too melty, too creamy, too rich.
What took him the longest to meditate away was sex. It was the one indulgence he had missed most. At first, it was because he thought it was the release that he missed. But as time went on, he came to understand it was the contact he enjoyed. It was the physical closeness with another he missed. Man, woman, it didn’t matter who, just so long as their warm bodies pressed together, their skin so warm, their breaths fluttered by the exertion. It still bothered him, especially upon meeting Roslile. She was cute, he couldn’t deny that. With her soft, fluffy hair, big brown eyes, and her freckle speckled skin, she was a doll. Once feelings were caught, all he wanted to do was touch her. But due to his imprisonment, all he got was the occasional memory of a touch. And the memories did plague him. He wanted to do more than touch Roslile. He wanted to make her cry out his name as he licked her. He wanted to taste her and make her tremble. He wanted to see her fingers tangle into the sheets. More than anything, he wanted to love her and worship her. He owed her everything.
But all that would have to wait until they could be alone. Theodred was just one annoyance, but now that he was freed, all the royal family wanted to see the miracle and meet with him. There was also dinner with Mythri and Amit to attend, as well as meeting with Himank who was preparing for King Dhaval and Queen Mila to return from the Polar. He wanted to interview both Roslile and Kyairil on everything they had done and seen upon leaving Earthwick. He also wanted to prepare them for a journey back, including sending soldiers to help defend Earthwick for all of Roslile’s service.
“I’ve sent word ahead to Earthwick, they’ll all be told of the coming protection that King Ikid will be sending. Not only that, but I have seen to it that your father will be told in great detail of all that you have accomplished.” Himank seemed so excited about this, but Roslile suddenly felt very shy.
“Just tell him I’m safe and coming home soon! That’s all that matters to him I’m sure.” She thought about all she would say when she got home. How she was sorry for their fight, how he had been right that she had no clue about being a hero. Most of all, she simply wanted to tell him how much she thought of him while she was gone, and how she loved him.
“He’ll find out sooner or later,” Himank said gently. “And besides, how else will we explain the reward we’ve sent to be delivered.”
“I said no to that,” Roslile pouted.
“You don’t want the reward for saving the Ruby Empire?” Kyairil chuckled.
“I delivered information, twice. That’s all I did. I don’t deserve a reward for that,” Roslile blurted.
“Trust me, it’s not as much as we originally wanted to send. But you earned it and you won’t be able to change our minds,” Himank winked. “I’ve already bought one of the residences in Bellmore by the way, we’ll be neighbors once this war is all said and done.”
Roslile was still coming to terms with everything she had done. She still wasn’t accepting she played a big role in anything. Kyairil, on the other hand, was still coming to grips that he was free. It would take him something getting used to.
All Kyairil wanted to do was be alone with Roslile. He still hadn’t told her his feelings, his gratitude, his love for her. It was starting to get maddening that he couldn’t just get a second alone to kiss her like he wanted. Even that first kiss was witnessed by the annoying green giant. Which was another issue, Theodred seemed to be fascinated by Kyairil and followed him everywhere.
It wasn’t until Kyairil had his first meal that he began to relax since leaving the halberd. It was his first meal freed, and food was better than he could have ever forgotten. Raksahsa cuisine was colorful and spicy, rich with flavors that livened up his senses again. He ate and ate, even when he felt he could stuff his face no more, he still wanted to stuff his mouth full.
“Easy now,” Roslile chuckled beside him. “I don’t want you chocking your first day out.” Under the table, her hand rested on his thigh. “You have all the time in the world to eat.”
“It’s his first meal back, let him live a little.” Theodred watched from the other side of the table. “He’ll be adorable with a chubby belly, don’t you think?”
Kyairil guzzled down some wine and he wiped the corner of his mouth. “That will not happen. Once I am back to my full strength, I plan on returning to training to keep my body in peak physical form.”
“Please tell me he’s joking,” Theodred whispered to Roslile.
“You look great as is.” Roslile was still trying to steal his attention. Her hand on his thigh wasn’t just one of a supportive touch, she was also trying to hint at what she wanted. She too had a lot of things that were being let unsaid, a lot of feelings that she had kept buried while he had been inside the halberd. She also wanted nothing more than to have Kyairil pound her into oblivion. But that wasn’t proper conversation.
Licking his fingers, Kyaril smiled down upon Roslile. His heart skipped and pattered as she returned his gaze with a shy smile. He wanted to kiss each freckle, nibble her dimples. He placed his hand over her’s. “You’ve not seen me at my best yet. But just you wait, I plan to show you everything.”
Theodred snickered.
Mythri gave the lich a look then turned back to the couple. “Are you both planning on going to Earthwick together?”
“I honestly don’t know where else I could go,” Kyairil sighed. “All my people have left before me, and apparently are siding with someone I don’t agree with. I have no home. I have no family. No friends. Roslile is my only connection to this new world, and through her, I hope to be able to grow in it.”
“A Drow among Halflings, do you think you can cope with that?” Amit asked with a smile.
“It will be a change, but I plan to make the most of it.” He then sighed. “I’ve learned that my magic has become a forgotten part of history. I wouldn’t mind taking in students once it is safe to do so. I suppose Earthwick would be the best place as any to start a school.”
“Really?” Roslile murmured in surprise. “You want to teach?”
“It is a thought,” Kyairil said with a shrug. “After what Himank said on the mountain, it got me thinking.”
“As dragons have vanished from this world, so have their magic,” Theodred replied. “We need scholars like you so it does not become forgotten entirely.”
“And what about you?” Kyairil scoffed at him.
“I only just got released from my imprisonment too, you know?” He jabbed. “Let me enjoy my life before I start being a service to others.”
Kyairil sniffed and took another bite of food. Roslile removed her hand from his thigh and took a long drink. After dinner, they were finally left alone. Inside their room, Kyairil grew nervous and everything he wanted to say formed a massive clump in his brain. He paced himself, taking deep breaths.
“Roslile, I-” She was on the bed, curled up and asleep. Having drunk too much from nerves herself. Kyairil sighed, disappointed but not at all surprised. “I won’t get to see you in my dreams anymore.” He sat down beside her on the bed, taking off her shoes for her. “I got used to that company.” He smiled to himself as he watched her sleep. He smoothed her hair from her face and cupped her cheek. “I’ll see you in the morning, my love.” He kissed her forehead then stood to prepare himself for bed.
The curtain weren’t closed, so when the sun began to rise, so did Roslile. The light woke her from her wine induced slumber, and as she came to, she felt the warmth of Kyairil wrapped around her. He breathed in softly, feeling his hands then turning around to look at him sleeping. He was so beautiful, and he was finally here. She wanted to wake him, to kiss him, but she laid there just watching and thinking.
She eventually gave in, placing a soft kiss to his chin, his jaw. He stirred slightly with each touch, moaning in his sleep, stretching, and holding her more tightly. Kyairil broke into a smile when his eyes opened. “Well, good morning,” he chuckled sleepily.
Roslile lost her breath. “Good morning.”
Kyairil kissed her, pressing her close and then laughing. “I’m already getting excited, and I need to keep a sober mind for a moment.”
Roslile pulled him back down. “Get excited.”
“I need to tell you something,” he moaned. Her body felt so warm, so close. “Wait.” He pulled away from her, looking down at her upon the bed. He realized now just how small she was and her grew nervous all over again.
“What’s wrong?” Roslile asked as she sat up.
“Before we go further,” he whispered. “I wanted to tell you something.” He cupped her face between his palms. “I can’t ever express how grateful I am for you. I never thought I’d be saved by someone so wonderful and sweet, someone who keeps me on my toes,” he chuckled. He smoothed his thumb over her lips. “I certainly never expected to love you as much as I do.”
Roslile smiled shyly and wriggled into his lap. “I love you too,” she laughed shakily. “I wanted to tell you last night but-”
“I know!” He exclaimed. “We couldn’t get alone!”
“And I drank too much because the longer it took, the more nervous I got.” She kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “But I love you, and I want to stay with you.”
Kyairil ran his hands down her back. “I’ll follow you anywhere.”
Roslile cheeks grew redder and her gaze became heady. “Then uhm...lay down.”
His eyes lit up and his breath hitched. He swallowed, licking his lips as he tried to think of something romantic and sweet to say. “Now?” It was all he could do.
“Maybe all day,” she giggled. She kissed him, trying to move him so he’d lay onto the bed.
As much as Kyairil wanted to, he still wanted to make sure this was even feasible between them. He pulled back from the kiss. “Wait, uhm-”
Roslile pouted. “Is something wrong?”
He looked her over, eyes glazed, mouth watering, cock pulsing. He wanted to, more than anything, but the fear of hurting her was winning out. “All I’ve wanted is this moment. But seeing you now in person is so much different than before. You’re so petite.”
“And?” She huffed.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he scoffed back at her. “You’re half my size, little dove.”
Roslile didn’t like being underestimated, especially not here when she was so ready to take charge. “And yet I’m still a big girl. A woman even.”
“Yes, of course, but-” he looked down at his lap then at her. “I could be too much for you.”
She grit her teeth. “Then pull it out.”
His eyes widened and he held his breath. “And what will you do with it?”
Roslile took off her clothes, stripping naked before him. She stood there on the bed, hands on her hips, chest puffed out. “Whatever I can.”
Kyairil swallowed hard as he looked at her. Her breasts were small and perky, her nipple dark and raised. He leaned in, kissing each breast as he palm cupped her small rear. Roslile whimpered, gripping onto his shoulders for balance. As his warm, wet mouth opened over her breast she bit down onto her triumphant smile.
“You’re so soft,” Kyairil moaned, lapping her skin.
“You better be hard,” she growled into his ear.
He turned his gaze onto her eyes, smiling seductively. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, my dove.”
Roslile kissed him. “Come on, let me see it.”
“Okay, fine.” Kyairil stood up off the bed. He removed his clothes bit by bit, letting her drink him in slowly. Roslile’s eyes widened as she took in his form. It was different from what she saw in her dreams, but the same as well. He dropped his robe, letting her see every inch of him.
“Piece of cake,” Roslile’s eyes became focused.
Kyairil reached down, stroking himself so she could see. His shaft was curved upwards with small glands. He moaned, biting his lip, feeling more aroused by her gaze than his own touch. Roslile stretched out her hand and he placed himself in her palm. She rubbed the head into her palm before stroking down. Her eyes glittered with awe as she studied him, picturing how she would take him.
“Roslile,” he whimpered above her.
Urged on by the pitiful sound of his voice, Roslile kissed and licked the tip. She looked up at him, seeing his exquisitely hungry expression. She licked and placed the tip inside her mouth, suckling him while stroking the rest.
“Easy,” he whined. “It’s been a long time.”
Roslile pulled back, licking her lips. “Then come here.”
Kyairil sat down on the bed beside her, kissing her and touching her. His hands roamed her body, touching every inch. His fingers trailed between her cheeks then slipped between them. He found something wet and inviting against his fingertips.
“Fuck,” he exclaimed breathlessly.
“That's exactly what I want to do,” she whispered into his ear.
Kyairil smirked, pushing her down onto the bed. She giggled coyly as he bared down on top of her. He kissed her as he opened her legs, spreading them and pushing them back. She splayed open before him, her mound plump and lips deliciously dewy. He licked his tongue across his teeth as he took her in.
“So very, very inviting.” he slipped his fingers along her, opening her up to see the gooey wetness inside. “It’s been a while, I hope I remember how to do this.” He dipped down, kissing her thighs and belly. He dragged his tongue down, pressing it against her mound.
“Yes!” Roslile yelped.
Kyairil chuckled, kissing and moaning against her. “You’re so damn cute everywhere.” He opened her with his fingers. “I can’t help but want it.”
Roslile arched her back as his tongue swirled inside her. “You have it.”
He kissed and nibbled, swirling a fingertip to her aroused bud. He blew on it, making her shiver and wiggle. Chuckling, he continued to tease this sensitive spot. “Before I attempt it, I want to make sure you’re good and ready.”
Roslile whimpered, bouncing her hips in hopes his touch would become more vicious. Instead, his fingertips were like feathers, his breath was torture. Every once in a while his tongue would lap at her clit, but he kept up this delicious, slow torture.
“Are you not enjoying this?” Kyairil teased. “You’re certainly dripping like you are.”
“It’s not enough!” She whimpered.
“You’ll soon have too much on your plate. But if you insist.” He pressed his fingertips to her clit, rubbing her in slow circles. She cried out, relieved at the direct contact. He watched her gyrate, and listened to her voice as it deepened from pleasure. He rubbed harder, licking and moaning into her. Roslile shrieked, but he did not expect her to gush onto his face. She writhed and splashed onto his face. It was the first time he had ever witnessed such a thing.
Roslile was breathing heavy, limbs akimbo, eyes starry. Kyairil wiped his face and gazed upon his handy work. His cock throbbed, aching to partake in such delirious joys. He slipped his hand under Roslile’s neck, lifting her up to kiss her. She sloppily returned it, grabbing hold of his face.
“Hurry, fuck me,” she mewled.
He lost his breath again. “Don’t you want to wait?”
She shook her head. “Now.”
Kyairil shuddered. “Okay, but you tell me if it becomes too much.” He laid her back down upon the bed and placed a pillow behind her hips, raising them up for him. He gazed down as her mound which was now engorged and open from her arousal and release. Her hand reached down, spreading herself open more for him. Kyairil bit his lip as he inched closer. He laid his cock upon her belly and Roslile smiled greedily.
“You could be biting off more than you could chew,” Kyairil shudders.
“Lets find out.” Roslile urged him down, making his shaft slip against her folds. He felt big and hard, and she wanted him inside.
Kyairil rocked against her, sliding against the wetness. He wanted to be gentle, but this feeling was so familiar and needed. She was so warm, so soft, he only desired to be buried deep within. Slowly, slowly, slowly, he placed his tip inside. Roslile groaned eagerly, feeling him first penetrate her.
“Can’t rush,” he moaned. He held her thighs in his grip as he eased in. Bit by bit he disappeared inside.
“So big-” Roslile placed her hands over her belly. “Kyai!”
The sound of his name coming from her sweet, desperate lips made him surge. He jolted inside her, going so deep all at once. Her voice cried out, sounding deep and angry, but he expression was pure arousal. He remained still for a moment, taking in all that he felt. She was tight, but wet and squishy. Her inner muscles squeezed around him as she grew used to his size.
“Are you okay?” He pet her cheek, turning her head so her eyes focused upon him. “Tell me how you feel.”
“I’m full,” Roslile smirked proudly. “I love it.”
His pulse quickened from her words alone. “You’re so sexy right now.”
She giggled and covered her face, suddenly acting so shy now. “Go ahead, move!” She pleaded. “I want to feel more.”
He smirked, slowly pulling himself out and easing back inside again. “Can I just say, my dove, you’re the best I’ve ever felt.”
“Flatterer,” she whimpered.
“So wet, so warm,” he breathed. “Wrapped around me so tight.” He thrust hard, making her squeal. “You’re so beautiful too. Don’t act shy now. Not after you came on my lips.”
Roslile whimpered, slowly showing her face. “You’re so big!”
He thrust deep again. “You make me big,” he chuckled. He then stroked his hand down her body. “This small frame is stronger than it looks. I’m sorry I underestimate you again.”
“Kyai-” she mewled again.
“It’s all yours,” he breathed. “Every inch of me is yours.” He threw his head back as he felt a deep pulse in his veins.
“Holy oats!” Roslile yelped, feeling the same pulse too.
Kyairil lowered down, kissing her and growling into her ear. His hips drove harder, feeling himself hit all the way inside her. “So cute-” he continued to compliment.
“Kyai, I’m close!” She choked. “There! There! There! The-” her eyes widened and she thrust herself backwards. She gushed again, and Kyairil laughed triumphantly. But it didn’t last long, his voice choked back in his throat and his strokes became short and rapid.
He pulled out suddenly, spurting up Roslile’s body, leaving a creamy, pearly mess upon her thighs, belly, and chest. He heaved, arms trembling as she tried to hold himself up. He collapsed beside her, both gasping for breath.
A giggle rose and his ears perked. He turned his head to see her licking her finger tips, tasting his seed which had spilled over her. “I’ll clean you up, just...just one moment.”
Roslile stretched luxuriously. “That was amazing.”
“It was.” He rolled over, kissing her and cuddling up to her. “Let me clean you up.” He licked her cheek and down her chest. She trembled as he did, ever inch of her sensitive. He lapped up his release, growling hungrily until his tongue was against her spent slit.
“Fuck!” She kicked him and he laughed.
“Too much?” He rose to smile down at her.
Roslile frowned. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to-”
He kissed her. “Delicious little thing you,” he moaned. “I gave you my virginity you know?”
She started laughing. “Oh cut the bullshit!”
“I’m serious,” he snorted. “After all those long, horrible years, I became a virgin again.”
Roslile smiled up dreamily at him. “I don’t care. I finally got this moment with you. I can’t wait for the next.”
Kyairil smirked devilishly. “Did I not tell you my special talent?” He lowered down to whisper into her ear. “My stamina allows for a quick recovery.”
“Get me some water first,” she purred. “Then recover.”
He happily scampered to fetch a cup and pour some water for her. As he did, Roslile tugged her clothes out from under her. The sapphire plopped from her pocket and she clutched it close until he came back. As he smiled chipperly, she presented the remaining gemstone to him.
“But I thought-” He was near tears as he looked at the familiar bead.
“I saved it, just in case.” Roslile closed his hand around it. “But now, you can have it back.”
He looked down at the gem then gently placed it aside. “I’d like to see you wear it,” he said with a smile. “I don’t need it anymore.”
She threw her arms around his neck. “I’ll wear it proudly.”
The journey home took them back the way they came, going through the peninsula and back to the southern port of Obresh. She met Poppy again and learned that the camp she had lead them too had been defeated, and they were close to once again taking Obresh back from the occupying forces of Sanguis Rex.
Once they stood on the hills overlooking Earthwick did Roslile begin to weep. Noodle licked her cheek and she chuckled softly.
“Almost home,” Kyairil murmured. “Do you think your dad will like me?”
Roslile chuckled. “I hadn’t even thought about explaining that.” She took in a deep breath. “I’m sure he’ll have to get used to you first.” She touched the sapphire that now hung around her neck and smiled. “He’ll have to learn.”
Kyairil breathed in deeply and closed his eyes. A cool breeze wrapped around him, blowing his hair and then settling as Roslile took hold of his hand. He squeezed her hand in return and opened his eyes. “Come on. Let’s go home.”
