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lover’s hips, avoiding the prominent erection bobbing
with each of his movements, and worked his thick upper legs.
    “Mmm.”
    Miln shifted back on his partner’s legs, but kept up
with his ministrations, his cock so hard he wondered if he would
come on Oshki’s thighs. A bead of sweat trickled down his nose, and
it was then he realized how much he wanted to take his mate, how
much he wanted that sweet release, to hear him cry out in
ecstasy.
    The warrior beneath him released another pleasured
groan, followed by inhaling deeply and letting the air out in one
big rush.
    Now that he knew his partner was truly relaxed, Miln
moved down to his calves, rubbing and prodding each one and then
focusing on his feet, where he knew nearly every race shared the
same gathering of nerve endings.
    “Schizma, that feels amazing,” Oshki breathed, his
eyes still shut.
    “Just enjoy it.”
    He began traveling up his lover’s body again,
revisiting every muscle, smoothing his fingers over each war-weary
joint. Upon reaching his knees, Miln focused on them as he leaned
forward intent on his large, eager cock. A drop of precum glimmered
on its tip as if daring him to taste it.
    Tightly rolling his lips inward to cover his fangs,
he slipped his mouth over Oshki’s erection, taking as much of him
in as possible, until the head bumped firmly against the back of
his throat.
    Oshki convulsed, arching, and a cry of pure rapture
burst from him.
    That one drop of precum sent saltiness over his taste
buds. He pumped his mouth up and down over his partner’s erection
so slowly his lover panted and gripped the blanket in his
fists.
    He moved down again, pushing his partner’s cock all
the way to the back of his throat again.
    “Gah! M-Miln, please!”
    Again, he raised his head, bestowing a blessed
reprieve, and then pushed downward a third time. Oshki cried out,
the sound louder than the rumbles of thunder. In response, he laved
his tongue from left to right on the underside of Oshki’s cock.
    “I am…going…to come!”
    At his words, he released him. He leaned over Oshki,
who lay panting heavily.
    “I have never had that done to me like that before,”
he gasped as he stared up at Miln, eyes aflame with desire. “Even
the harlots on Azutu never pleasured me like that.”
    “You prefer strong warrior men, not curvy females,”
he joked.
    “But that act is still pleasurable regardless.
However, what you were doing….” With his eyes rolling backing his
head, Oshki relaxed and drew in another lungful of air. “I want you
so badly right now I do not know if I can handle it.”
    “Well, we have all night,” he answered mischievously.
He patted his lover’s hip. “Roll over and let me massage your
back.”
    “If you touch me again”—Oshki laughed—”I might come
all over the blanket.”
    “Then we will start fresh.” Miln’s laughter joined
his.
     

Chapter Eleven
     
    He rolled Oshki over onto his belly and placed his
arms on either side of his head. Like before, Miln began massaging
him. He started with the wide, muscled planes of his mate’s back,
worked up to his shoulders, and then down again over his back again
to the muscles tapering his partner’s waist. Reaching his buttocks,
he worked longer and harder at relaxing him.
    Rain began pattering on the barn roof, the sound
steadily growing louder as the storm vented its fury on the farm.
The sound pleased him and he paused, listening. The sounds of the
animals beneath the loft were lost in the racket of falling
water.
    Slowly, he parted Oshki’s ass cheeks. His partner
sucked in a breath.
    “Easy now.”
    “Mmmph,” Oshki mumbled and issued a needy sigh.
    After wetting his thumb, he gingerly inserted it into
his lover’s ass crack and delved until he found the resistant ring.
Oshki’s breath sped up, and Miln sensed the anticipation building
inside him. Pushing against his mate’s sphincter, he smiled as the
muscles gave just enough to allow the tip of his thumb