Fionn took both Neacel and Rory arm in arm and seemed delighted to give them a grand tour of the entire palace, trailing their haphazard entourage in tow. Word had clearly got around about Rory. Everywhere they went, curious blue faces peered out of archways and studied their progress through the palace’s dizzying network of circular corridors and chambers.
Rory didn’t take much of it in. Instead he basked in the sound of Fionn’s warm voice and the contentment radiating off him. It didn’t escape Rory that Fionn was also effectively showing him off to the palace residents. The tour was less an orientation and more of a victory lap.
Eventually Rory felt his eyelids drooping and asked Fionn to show him a bedroom next. Fionn cheerily obliged and led theparty to a chamber overlooking the central courtyard column. They bid Neacel a warm goodnight and then shut the figurative kelp door upon the attendants still persistently asking if they needed anything else.
Rory, having been dazzled by so many grand, cavernous rooms filled with crystals and carvings, was struck by the modest nature of this chamber. Fionn’s bedroom.
One large hammock took up most of the space. A rack of differently-sized spears with a variety of blade shapes was mounted on one wall. On another, a simple workbench appeared to hold a handful of in-progress clam tools.
Rory felt Fionn move behind him. Fionn’s torso pressed carefully against Rory’s spines, pushing them down. His big arms encircled Rory’s shoulders, crossing over his ribs to form a strong, affectionate restraint. Rory settled into it, allowing himself to enjoy the security of being held by someone so much bigger than him.
‘You wish to sleep?’ Fionn asked, gliding toward the hammock.
Despite the creep of exhaustion, Rory’s heart thumped harder. In the undertones of Fionn’s song lay the inference that sleeping was the last thing on his mind.
Sure enough, the thick shape of his cock nudged into the crease of Rory’s buttocks.
Rory’s gills flared, tasting the hot and sweet flavour of Fionn’s arousal clouding the water. Was it just him, or had his senses sharpened since the Redfolk transformation? It was like breathing salt and honey, and Rory couldn’t get enough of it. He turned his face to nip at Fionn’s chin. ‘How fast can you get your cock in me?’
Fionn groaned, reflexively grinding his hips forward. Rory had even surprised himself, his own words escalating the rapid-burn arousal that seemed to be pooling at the base of his spine and his dick. He was sure he was dripping.
Fionn didn’t ignore his challenge. He smoothed his arms down Rory’s sides to grasp his boxers and whipped them over his thighs. A brief shuffle of hips freed his cock from behind the kilt. Rory gasped as the rounded tip met the slick heat of his hole.
Fionn still held him tight, pinning Rory’s arms to his sides. Rory found himself savouring the lack of control. Just like in the bath tub. Just like with Fionn’s knot stuck in his throat. Rory wanted to be at his fucking mercy.
Fionn tested Rory’s hole with his cock first, showing remarkable self-control. He eased in just a few inches, allowed Rory to take a few deep lungfuls of water. Then eased out… and in… and out…
When he plunged his cock in to its full length, Rory was desperate for it. He let out an open-mouthed wheeze, a ‘Haaah,’ of relief for being filled and of renewed frustration for the need to befuckedby it.
Rory thrust his ass backwards, putting all his little range of movement into grinding some kind of release out of the inner friction. Fionn grunted with the effort to hold him still while grinning against Rory’s neck. ‘Say I’m yours.’
‘Yes you fucking are,’ Rory gasped.
‘Say you’re mine.’
If he’d been on land, Rory knew he’d be sweating. His spines bristled, pricking, he was sure, at Fionn’s chest.
But Fionn wouldn’t be cowed that easily. He hummed against Rory’s gills, sending them fluttering. ‘I want to hear you say it. You’re my mate, Rory Douglas.’
Rory’s eyes squeezed shut. Why did it feel like a secret he shouldn’t reveal? His chest might burst under the pressure. He was panting, giddy, but so fucking safe in Fionn’s arms.
‘I love you,’ were the secret words that poured out of him in a rush. ‘Yours. I’m yours.’
The current of the soul bond surged from his heart to Fionn’s and back again, warm and fierce.
Fionn began pumping his cock slowly. Smugly. Putting all his attention into mastering Rory’s body. Sliding his cock up to the nub of Rory’s bower and withdrawing it, massaging that inner entrance so fucking leisurely that Rory felt he might scream.
‘Get… it… in…’ Rory demanded shakily.
Fionn purred into his ear. ‘With pleasure.’
Rory choked a little as Fionn’s cock breached his bower. The unfamiliar sensation of opening up from the inside. Of Fionn’s cock pressing into the inner flesh of his abdomen.
He gripped onto Fionn’s thighs behind him, forgetting his claws would dig harshly into Fionn’s skin. Fionn hissed a little but wasn’t deterred.
Only now did Rory sense the cracks in Fionn’s self-restraint. Little streaks of ecstasy across the bond. Twitches from the muscles of Fionn’s arms. Doing his very best to hold on.
Rory moaned in anticipation for what was coming. ‘Fucking knot me, already.’
