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Cookies dream. They do so of all sorts of topics and types, from their desires to absurd figures of imagination that make little sense. Up to this point, Salt of Solidarity considered his dream the latter. An absurdity he could only see in fantasy.
The faerie king, the aptly named Elder Faerie, had been within his sites for some time now. Around their third or fourth meeting, Salt had become inexplicably smitten with the cookie. To his own embarrassment, this fascination had led to rather brash decisions. Small detours to the faerie kingdom, making excuses to visit the other after his duties were taken care of. As much as he adored the king, his duties to his knight's and cookiekind came first. Even with the minimal alterations he made, they still felt selfish. At his core, that is who he was. He recalled the fount of knowledge pondering that it was in all cookie's nature, even their own, to chase their pleasure above all else.
That philosophy made Salt's stomach twist. He vehemently disagreed. Selfishness was as natural to cookies as evil. It is a taught behavior; a behavior that could be corrected. Yet, no matter how much Salt attempted to correct himself, he was unable to resist.
Now, he'd even dragged his knights into his obsession. They were already on their journey to the Spire of Knowledge, to borrow a few scrolls concerning appropriate crop seeds for the Barren's soil. The Faerie kingdom just happened to be a convenient shortcut for the route Salt of Solidarity had planned.
As expected, Elder Faerie had greeted him and his knights at the gate, gladly welcoming them in. As they walked, they had bumped into some Mercurial Knights. Salt had seen them often, and conversed with them sparsely. They always seemed pleasant and dedicated to their duties, which naturally the knights of Kala Namak related to.
A brief exchange turned into a lengthy conversation, which turned into the faeries graciously extending an invitation to their nightly festivities. Salt found himself unable to deny such an offer on behalf of his knights.
Which brought them to now, well into the night, with his comrades bellies full and legs weary from so much dancing and merriment. They stood outside of the grand hall, the sound of some's high spirits drifting out of the closed grand doors. His knights were chatting away too, with a few mercurial knights which had followed them out to continue their conversations. All parties were relaxed from the spirits provided, with the exception of the commander himself.
As long as he was lucid, Salt of Solidarity had a duty to maintain. Indulging in such things would only dull his capabilities. The king seemed to agree, as he too stood in front of Salt with his wits about him. He had appeared disinterested in the event to begin with tonight. When he was not conversing with a cookie vying for his attention, Salt embarrassingly included, he seemed lost in thought.
Standing before him now, the king seemed to have broken free of his trance. "It is rather late." He observed. It was true, just looking out of the silver windows would expose the starlit sky that hung over the kingdom. To Salt, they shone particularly bright around the area. "I cannot imagine you and your company would make much progress past the kingdom tonight. If you and your knights are willing, the Mercurial Knights would be happy to share the barracks." He offered.
Salt turned his head, looking out the slats in his helmet towards his knights. They didn't seem the slight bit opposed, a few even excited to relish the kingdom longer. He nodded, bowing his head to the king. "It would be rude fo reject such a generous offer. The Knights of Kala Namak accept your invitation."
"Wonderful." Elder Faerie gave a brief nod to the virtue. His pale blue eyes shifted to his knights, and even with their inebriation they snapped to attention. "Show our guests to the barracks, please."
They nodded, saluted, and quickly relaxed as they executed their order. The knights continued to chat with one another as they started moving down the hall.
Salt let his knights go first, taking a step to bring up the tail, when he felt the faintest brush against his armor. "Salt of Solidarity." Elder Faerie said, his voice slightly softer. Immediately Salt's head snapped to address his companion. His name always sounded so sweet on his tongue.
"Elder Faerie." Salt of Solidarity acknowledged. He softened his tone, thought to most it was imperseptable. The king must have noticed though, because he cracked a small smile in return.
"Before you retire for the night, would you indulge me in a private conference?" He asked.
"It is the least I could do in return for your courtesy." Salt nodded, and without hesitance stepped towards the king.
Quickly the Faerie led the way, moving with poise and elegance as he always did. This time he had a quickness to his steps, as if he was rushing somewhere. Salt had to oppose the quickness. It was these moments of private solitude he treasured. Even when it was quietly walking side by side, it was still a moment worth savoring. A moment in tranquility, shoulder to shoulder with the cookie he respected the most. Well, shoulder to shoulder in spirit. Salt was several shoulders over the Faerie king, even with Elder Faerie being significantly taller than his subjects.
"I must thank you for your invitation." Salt spoke. He could not help himself. While he was content to merely be in his presence, he was a greedy cookie; desiring the soft song of his voice and the attention of the ruler. "The knights enjoyed themselves. Moments of celebration are rare, especially now."
"It is my honor and pleasure to host you and your knights, commander. I believe you know how fond I am of your presence, thus any opportunity to induldge it must be relished." Elder Faerie nodded his head as he spoke, his long, silver hair bobbing with the motion. It made his hair glimmer in a particular way, drawing the knight's attention to how the strands swayed and shined under the pale moonlight.
It looked like silver cascading down Elder Faerie's shoulders, flowing along his back like a waterfall and stopping just before it touched the ground. The strands looked like satin, cool and soft to the touch. Idly, he wished to comb his fingers through it. Perhaps to even have the king rest his head in his lap all the while, with his usually creased face light from worries. To induldge in a private, peaceful moment between the two, without the burden of their worries or responsibilities. Just a moment to be them in each other's presence. He supposed that was the greed talking yet again. Even when the two were together, Salt still demanded more. He couldn't help himself when it came to the other.
It was nice to know the gesture was somewhat mutual from the king. He doubted the other's infatuation went to the extent of his own, and he wondered if it was even of the same nature, but friendship was better than nothing. Whatever form his relationship came in with Elder Faerie, he would treasure it. No matter what though, Salt doubted he would be satisfied with anything less than what he desired. Even now, he longed for more.
"The feeling is appreciated." Salt said. More than you could ever know, he privately added.
The pair rounded a corner and the towering, silver doors of Elder Faerie's private chambers came into view. They quietly approached, neither wanting to distract Elder Faerie as he fished out the key to his chambers. From what Salt could recall, from a discussion the first time he'd been invited to one of Elder Faerie's private areas, was that it was to keep out his citizens. Its not that he distrusted his subjects, they just had a habit of getting themselves in trouble. The faeries were eager for reasons to celebrate, and their king committing a grand triumph was none better of one. The ruler recounted numerous occasions where, in attempt to decorate or get him to join the festivities, something had been broken or a cookie injured. It was easier to just stop the opportunity from arising.
"I must ask, as a king of such celebratory cookies, why do you refrain from partaking?" Salt blurted.
"There are multiple reasons, as you already understand. Over indulgence dulls the senses. Besides, as a king, my fulfillment comes from my subject's joy. I need nothing else." Elder Faerie slipped the delicate key into the keyhole, twisting it. The lock faintly clicked as it gave way, spurring Elder Faerie's delicate fingers to curl around the intricately carved door knob.
Salt forced himself to look away as his mind supplied an intrusively graphic thought at that action. The doorknob looked nothing remotely phallic, yet as Elder Faerie curled his hand around it, he could not help but wish those beautiful hands were wrapped around something else. He chastised himself for thinking such a thing, especially so close to the cookie it was centered around. He felt perverted to conceive something like that out of the blue. Perhaps it was getting more out of hand than he initially thought.
"That is a diplomat's answer." Salt rebuttaled.
Elder Faerie lightly chuckled as he pushed the door open, revealing his darkened room. "Than I have a question for you; as a commander of such personable knights, why is their leader so stand off-ish?"
Salt blinked, wide eyed behind his helmet. "Is that true?"
"Mm..." Elder Faerie trailed off, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth. Salt found his gaze lingering, just watching as the king toyed with his lower lip. The way his teeth sunk into the dough made it appear so soft and plush. He wondered if it would feel as soft as he imagined against his own... Salt of Solidarity struck the thought down as soon as he realized where his mind had wandered. Not now, he scolded.
"Not to those who know you. To strangers, however, you deminour can be a bit... off putting." He confessed.
Silent Salt exhaled, the breath rattling against his helmet. "That would... certainly explain some of the receptions i have received."
"I never took it personally, quiet honestly." Elder Faerie said as he stepped into the room. His step forward wordlessly invited Salt to follow.
He wasn't sure what it was. Weariness, his thoughts, perhaps something was just in the air, but stepping into his private chambers felt tense. It was something he must have done a dozen times by now, yet there was something inexplicable about the air in that room. "There's no need to be so polite."
"I am not being polite, I am being honest." Elder Faerie quietly shut the door behind them, sealing them both away. Together.
Now, Elder Faerie's private chambers were lit only by the moonlight that spilled through the numerous windows. It was faint and soft, casting everything in long shadows that partially obscured the scene. It felt almost dreamlike.
"I always found you an intriguing cookie, Salt of Solidarity. Even from the moment I laid eyes upon you. A blunt demeanor has not and will not, ever, frighten me off." Elder Faerie was walking towards him now, the moonlight giving the king a halo. He looked heavenly, like an angel sent by the witches themselves, who was here to bestow him with his presence.
"... why have you brought me here, your highness?" Salt asked, his voice softer than he meant it to be. Elder Faerie was standing in front of him now, in flowing garments and shimmering moonlight. He was looking up at him softly, with wide eyes and an expression Salt could not decipher. He couldn't think much in the moment, admittedly. He was focused on how the king seemed to get closer and closer.
He was getting closer and closer. The king's boots almost touched his own. He could see the lines etched into his dough this close, caused by restless nights and countless smiles to his citizens. He could make out the faint flowers threaded into his silk robes, curling up his hem and sleeves. Salt could smell the gentle perfume he chose, scented from lavender and mint, Salt's personal favorite. Had he done that on purpose?
Salt's heart hammered against his ribs as Elder Faerie pressed his palm against his chest plate, as if it were dough itself. His face leaned closer, closer, the king having to stand on his tip toes to try and level with the knight. To do so, he had to rest most of his weight against the other, only bringing him closer and closer until his breath fanned over his helmet.
Salt of Solidarity felt his heart stop, but in the good way. In the sort of way that everything melts into the background. When your vision focuses down onto the sight in front of you, which In this case was the beautiful sight of the faerie. All soft and silver aglow.
"Because I know I'll never have another moment like this for a millenia."
Salt opened his mouth to argue. That was not true. No matter what, in some shape or form he would make time for the other. The words were stolen off his tongue when the king leaned forward, pressing his lips to the spot on his helmet where his mouth was. It wasn't even direct contact, yet everything froze. Salt's dough heated under his armor, suddenly noticing how suffocating the metal was. Typically, he had his reservations about doing such. It was more paranoia than anything, the worry of getting caught with your pants down, to say so crudely. Now, though, he couldn't fathom wanting to keep it on. Not when Elder Faerie's hand could be resting against the dough of his chest, his body heat soaking into the others. Not when Elder Faerie's lips could be raw against his, finally allowing the knight to savor the king.
Elder Faerie pulled back just enough to make eye contact through the slits of the helmet, his expression soft as downy feathers. "I would have preferred to kiss you directly, but I suppose the helmet can do."
"I..." Salt trailed off, his mind still lagging behind. He turned his head to the side, coughing into his fist to use the action to refocus himself. It was a difficult task with such a beautiful man in front of him, gazing up at him with a twinkle in his eyes, but he forced himself to show a semblance of lucidity. "Apologies. If I had known the situation at hand, I would have come more prepared."
Elder Faerie blinked, leaning back. "Ah, was I too vague in my intentions?" He asked. He seemed genuinely disturbed at the notion that his approach was unwelcomed. "I am sorry, I assumed I was rather obvious in my interest. If you are disinterested-"
Just as Elder Faerie was about to take a step back, Salt's hands shot out, gently taking hold of the king underneath his arms and pulling him back. "No, no." He couldn't tell if he was trying to soothe the other's anxieties, or if he was refusing to let him pull away. He now had a taste of how close they could be, and he refused to let it go.
"No." He repeated one last time, this time without the demanding tone. His hands turned gentle where they held onto Elder Faerie, to the point where it barely held onto him. "I did not know you invited me to your chambers for... this, but it is far from unwelcomed."
If Elder Faerie was put off by Salt's behavior, he didn't show it. He returned to where he'd stood in front of the commander, once again gazing up at him. "That is good. Than, may I be as presumptuous to say you would stay the night with me?"
Cookies can dream. They dream, despite how irrational it may seem on its face. Sometimes, those dreams are not as far off as they may appear. What was once a wild fantasy stood in front of him, eager and willing to induldge Salt in all his greedy desires.
"I would."
Elder Faerie nodded. He pressed his palm to the knight's chest plate slightly harder, guiding him backwards towards the grand bed that lay across the room. He gladly followed his lead until the back of his legs hit the plush mattress, to which he was gently nudged down onto.
"May I?" Elder Faerie asked as his hands wandered to Salt's sides, presumably to look for the mechanism that kept it in place. Salt gently took his wrists, guiding them to the back where the plating was latched.
As his deft fingers worked, Salt's own hands quickly reached to tug at the king's silken robes. He had been graciously invited to enjoy the night with the king. With the witty, thoughtful, beautiful king he had desired for months now. He would be inept to allow such an opportunity to idle in his hands. A fool to refuse the sight the king was offering him upon a silver platter.
As the armor plating fell off of the commander, Salt pushed the silk off Elder Faerie's shoulders. The fabric fluttered to the floor, the robe no longer an issue but exposing less than Salt expected. Salt's own armor, however, had exposed the very thin under garments he wore. It was a long sleeved top, thick enough to protect his skin but breathable, so it wasn't suffocating under the metal.
Again, the two set out to undress the other. While Elder Faerie had to contend with intricate armor and the clothes underneath, Salt of Solidarity's task was much more straight forward. He pushed off the articles of clothing from his body, revealing the dough of his partner beneath.
Salt shoved off his gauntlet, tossing it carelessly to the side. His hand flew to press against his body, the knight's calloused palm flying over the skin. Predictably, it was pristine. Smooth, soft, almost glittering under the moonlight like a gem. Some scars dotted the dough here and there. On his pectorals, his waste, the sliver of one peeking out of his boxers.
Gently, he dragged his fingers from one to another. He traced the outline as if trying to commit it to memory. He was. He never wanted to forget this moment, or even leave it; it was perfect. Elder Faerie, exposed and willing, standing in front of him and allowing the knight to induldge.
Even with this grand sight in front of him, it wasn't enough. His fingers slowly dragged down the faerie's body, from his chest, down his stomach, to the tip of that scar that was partially hidden under his remaining clothing. Salt looked up to meet the king's eyes as the tip of his finger slowly, gently traced the outline, carefully creeping beneath the waste band of his bloomers.
The king's breath softly shuddered, his wings twitching in anticipation. He nodded gently, encouraging him further. If the king so wished it, how could Salt deny him? His other gauntlet was tossed to the side so both his bare hands could slip beneath the clothing, his thumbs hooking around the waste and slowly, slowly, pushing them down.
Admittedly, the leisurely pace was more for Salt's benefit. He wanted to relish the moment of seeing the king in this state for the first time. He watched with baited breath as more and more of his waste was revealed. The scar elongated and was exposed, resting just above the crease of the faerie's thigh. Silver hair started to sprout from his pelvis, appearing just as soft and shiny as the hairs on his head. They grew more abundant by every inch, until finally the underwear gave way to the sight Salt hungered for most.
Surrounded by the bed of his pubes, Elder Faerie's cock hung between his thighs, barely showing signs of arousal. Admittedly, all what the commander had done was oggle him up to this point. That would swiftly change.
The next piece to be removed was Salt's helmet, pushed off and landing onto the bed with a thump. Elder Faerie's eyes widened as he looked upon the virtue for the first time, the orbs darting over every inch. Salt prickled faintly. "Does something bother you, your highness?"
"No, not in the slightest." Elder Faerie breathed. He reached out, cupping Salt's cheek and thumbing over the particularly gnarly scar that stretched from that point across his face, barely missing his right eye. The touch was gentle, soft against the rough, crumbling dough the scar was composed of. Even now, a few flecks of crumbs wiped off on the king's thumb. That did little to dissuade him from tracing the edges, as Salt had done to his.
"When we're both in this state, addressing me with such formalities is not needed. Please, call me by my name." Elder Faerie requested in a voice as soft as the moonlight they were bathed in. He looked at Salt just as gently, his eyes shinning with something the knight couldn't place, but it burned his dough and warmed him to the core. No one had looked at him like this before, like he was something precious, something to be treasured and cherished.
"Elder Faerie." Salt breathed, looking up at his king. The faerie's eyes widened in awe, and from the bottom of Salt's he saw something bob. He gaze shifted back downwards, seeing Faerie's cock still bouncing from its throb.
It was swiftly back to task at the reminder. He raised a thick hand to his mouth and spat into his palm. It felt crude to do so, but Salt was entirely unwilling to pull away from their little bubble. Perhaps he was worried it truly was a dream. A fragile figment of his imagination that could be shattered with even the slightest misstep. If it was, he did not want to pull himself from it.
He wrapped his calloused hand around the small shaft, which easily encompassed. It was cute, truly. At barely aroused Elder Faerie's penis was slightly larger than two inches, yet as it firmed it grew. The phallus was soft and delicate in his palm, urging Salt to be gentle, and he was determined to oblige.
He couldn't bare the thought of hurting the king, even if accidentally. Its not that he feared his own incapability to be gentle or loving, but that he would loose himself to his own greed. That, in the heat of the moment, Salt would do something reckless. He refused to leave such a poor impression on his partner. So, carefully, he wrapped his hand around his penis and dragged it from the shaft to base. He took his time, his grip initially ghosting over the skin in an abundance of caution. Still, Elder Faerie's breath came out shaky as Salt caressed him.
The knight stilled, looking up at the king to analyze his reaction. Similarly Elder Faerie looked down at him, the bottom of his plump lip pinched underneath his teeth and his brow furrowed. He didn't seem like he was in pain, which was reassuring. More aroused, and perhaps a slight bit of frustration. Ah, Salt was taking his time, wasn't he?
In honesty, Salt wasn't particularly concerned about that. As far as he cared, they had the whole night to be in each other's presence. He planned to relish in it. Yet, as much as he'd equally love to admire the king the whole night, there was something he clearly wanted. If the faerie wanted it, no matter what, Salt would oblige.
He tightened his grip enough to provide actual friction, pushing his hand from base to tip. This time, he got a much better reception. Elder Faerie released his lower lip, a moan dripping from his mouth like honey.
Salt of Solidarity felt his own cock throb beneath his armor plating at the sound. The sound of his partner's pleasure, his enjoyment, of a job well done. He wanted, neigh needed, more.
His hand quickly flew up and down Elder Faerie's cock to milk more of those sweet sounds, and he was rewarded with such tenfold. Elder Faerie rested his hands on the knight commander's broad shoulders, digging into the muscle to keep himself propped upright. Even with that he leaned forward, putting his weight against the virtue as he melted into the pleasure.
The king thrusted his hips into Salt's hand, chasing the stimulation. The virtue could feel him filling in his palm, needing to move his hand further along his shaft with each pump. He twisted his wrist in a steady rhythm, which was getting more difficult as Elder Faerie thrusted forward. It must have been quiet some time since the king had induldged himself like this, based of his multitudes of reactions. His eager thrusting was a give away, as well as the sheer amount of pre that was already leaking from his cock. Salt couldn't tell how it got there, yet he had dribbled so much it was already wetting his thighs.
Elder Faerie's scent was heavy, colored by his natural musk with an underlying note of berries. He was warm and heavy in Salt's hand, and moaning just above him. Salt felt surrounded by the other, and it was both comforting and torturous. Comforting as in he had exactly what he wanted. To be totally entrenched in the king, surrounded by his heat, his scent, almost everything. Almost. There was still something missing.
Salt's eye was yet again drawn to the cock in front of his face, pistoning in and out of his enclosed fist. The fluids glistened in the light, giving his penis a shimmer. It was strange to think of such a thing as pretty, but he couldn't help it. If it was attached to the king, it was stunning in some form.
He wetted his lips with his tongue, like a dog licking its chops for a bone. Without a stutter he leaned in as Elder Faerie rocked his hips forward, pressing his pelvis flush against his hands so his cock was half way out. Salt dove forward, locking his lips around the tip and laving his tongue over the glands. Elder Faerie's hips stilled immediately. He gasped sharply as the tip was taken into his mouth, surrounded in plush heat. Salt halted, looking up once again to assess the faerie. Again, he was not in pain. His eyes were wide and his legs were trembling, overwhelmed with pleasure.
The knight took hold of the back of Elder Faerie's thighs, nudging him to kneel on the bed. He gladly did so, eager to give himself over. With the new position, Salt was free to do as he wished. He let go of the king's shaft, instead sleeving him in his mouth. At first was just under the head, more concerned with tasting his partner than fully committing. His cock tasted as it smelled; richly musky with a note of berries. It was heavenly. With every swallow and flick of his tongue he greedily consumed more and more, coating his taste buds in his lover. This is what he was missing, he realized. That final little piece to be totally entrenched in Elder Faerie. His essence was inside him, sliding down his throat to his belly, dribbling down the corner of his mouth, overwhelming each and every one of his senses.
He pushed his head forward, Elder Faerie's cock sliding further into his mouth until the head threatened to slip into his throat. He could feel him twitching on his tongue, a glob of pre dribbling from his slit and down the back of his throat. Salt shivered, his cock throbbing with ferocity in the confines of his garments.
His pants felt tight, almost suffocating with his cock straining against them. He could already tell the fabric was starting to soak, sticking to the tip of his own cock. He was that aroused just from sucking the dick of a friend, though he supposed they were more than friends now. He shivered again at the idea of being something more with the other. What that more was he wasn't sure, but they could figure out the finer details later.
In the moment, he just wanted to bask in having Elder Faerie on his tongue. His thin thighs in his rough palms. His vision squarely focused that silver pubic trail that led up to a boney torso, and above that was a beautiful face contorted in pleasure. It was that face that encouraged Salt to take the final push. He swallowed Elder Faerie into his throat, gagging as his cock head pushed into the muscle.
He felt the faerie's thighs flex under him, neatly trimmed nails digging into Salt's dough. "C-careful." He eeked out, his breath shaking. Salt found himself chuckling, the vibrations working into the king's cock and zipping up his spine. What a gentleman, Salt swooned.
As a reward for his chivalry, Salt started to bob his head along the shaft, dragging his tongue along the flesh. Elder Faerie jolted at the motion, another moan slipping off his tongue and pouring into Salt's ear. That only fueled him further. His hand reached between Elder Faerie's thighs and cupped his balls, gently stroking his thumb over the flesh. The king jolted again, a fresh glob of pre filling his mouth, cock throbbing in his throat, something wet sliding down the back of his testicles and onto Salt's hand.
That made the knight's brows furrow in confusion to the source. In curiosity he traced two fingers along the back of his testies, dragging towards what should have been the pernium. What he found instead was warm, slick skin that when pressed easily gave way to his fingers. The opening swallowed him like a greedy mouth, wrapping around and trying to suck him deeper.
Salt's cock throbbed hard as he felt Elder Faerie's internals pulse and throb to the rhythm of his cock, dribbling just as much pre down his throat as ran down his hand. In turn it made Salt's own phallus ache, feeling as if his underwear was choking him.
He felt almost robbed of this knowledge. Not mad, but longing. Wishing that he'd known of this before hand so he could've properly worshipped both the faerie's cunt and cock. To taste and compare and relish both. For now, he'd have to settle on his hand. There was always next time. He hoped there was a next time, at least. This was heaven, being nestled between his thighs with his cock down his throat and cunt at his fingertips. He had gotten a taste, and now he didn't think he could give it up.
Salt gulped harder, his throat squeezing around Elder's cock. He gasped softly, his hips jolting in an aborted thrust at the pressure. "Salt." He panted, shivering. Salt's cock throbbed again when he heard his name leave those lips. He quirked the fingers that he had in Elder up, digging into a spongey swell. "Hah!" The king cried out. His back jumped and his wings jutted out in a glamorous display, the moonlight making his wings glisten like colorful glass. Not for the first time, and certainly not the last, Salt thought he looked beautiful. He felt Elder Faerie throb in his throat, clench around his fingers, and a damn broke.
Salt braced as he felt the first rope of hot cum spill into his throat, pumping straight into his stomach. It was strange to feel it, almost like drinking tea on a cold day. You could feel its comfortable warmth working through you, flowing through your limbs. It was strange to feel this level of euphoria just from giving a blow job.
His eyes fluttered shut as a second, larger glob of cum pumped into his stomach. With that Salt's mind clouded out, feeling almost like he was floating. His own cock throbbed in his pants, a wet patch becoming noticeable in his undergarments. Sweet witches, did that truly make him cum? Salt wondered despite knowing the answer. He only felt mildly embarrassed about it.
Elder Faerie was panting above him, his wings folding back down. His cock was still throbbing, spurting cum down the knight's throat. He seemed content to stay like this for the moment, snuggly wrapped in Salt's mouth. His gentle hands moved up his neck, tracing the shape of his jaw, to his cheeks, to skim over the side of his face into his hair. His hands settled there, combing through his locks as if admiring them.
Salt's breathing slowed, his mind partially coming back to him. It was comforting to be touched in such a way. Gentle, unhurried, treasured.
The last rope of cum slid down Salt's throat, and the king softened in his mouth. He slowly pulled his hips back, his flaccid penis popping out, soaked in saliva. "My, my." He commented.
Salt chuckled softly. "Did I serve you well, my king?"
"You did wonderfully." Elder Faerie smiled, lowering himself down to Salt's level and wrapping an arm around his bare torso. "It would be an honor to return the favor."
"That won't be necessary." Salt assured, purposefully keeping it vague to save himself the embarrassment. Of course, though, he shouldn't have been surprised that Elder Faerie persisted.
"No need to be so humble. What kind of a lover would I be if I disregarded your pleasure?" Elder Faerie persisted. He reached out and gently took hold of the clasps connecting Salt's pelvic armor. He discarded it, gently setting it off to the side. His eyes roamed down to his groin, finding the wet patch staining his undergarment. Elder Faerie's eyes widened at the sight, shocked. His head jerked up to look at Salt, quietly baffled. Without a word he leaned forward, slamming their lips together in a burning kiss.
Salt felt as Elder Faerie's tongue ran against his lip, asking permission that the virtue gladly gave. He opened his mouth without a thought, feeling as Elder Faerie's tongue dipped in and ran across his teeth, as if trying to lick himself from Salt's mouth.
He pulled away, gazing deeply into the virtue's eyes. "Is there no way you could extend your stay?"
Salt chuckled softly, shaking his head. "As much as I enjoyed our tryst, my duties come first and foremost."
"Of course." Elder Faerie had already known the answer before he'd even asked. He wrapped his second arm around him, pulling the virtue close to his chest.
"... give me half an hour, and im sure I'll be ready again." Salt said as he looped an arm around the king, pressing him close.
"If you so desire." Elder Faerie said. With that, the two fell into each other. Wrapping up in each others limbs on the plush sheets of the king's bed, happily basking in each other's presence.
The king turned his head to steal another kiss from the knight. This time it wasn't as burning, but he'd dare say it was warmer. They weren't hurried, or frantic, or even doing it with purpose. Just for the sake of connection.
As Salt laid his head down on the plush pillows on the vast bed, with Elder Faerie curled against his side, he didn't find himself pressed to sleep. Pressed to dream. He knew that whatever his mind would concoct, it wouldn't compare to what he had next to him. He was satisfied here, like this, with the one cookie he wanted more than anything.