Reluctantly Rogue Pt. 01 Ch. 016

(Note: This is a long, ongoing story. It is a story with sex. It's a sexy story. It is in many ways a story about sex. But, it is not strictly a sex story. Many chapters may even be SFW.

This chapter is definitely not NSFW!)

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Alone at Last

Atyr made his way down the dark hill to the main road through Woodstead, trudging along the dusty track, past the silent shops, to Gant's Lodging House. With four banners and a kip in his pocket, the three kips for a night's stay seemed like nothing. He went ahead and paid in advance for a second night.

Gant was his usual dour self, and raised a skeptical brow when he caught sight of the silver in Atyr's hand.

"Seems ye been doing pretty well for yourself, seeing as ye came in kipless not but a few days past. I hope ye've not got into anything untoward your father wouldn't approve of..."

Nevertheless, the inkeep's suspicious demeanor did not prevent him from providing a solid meal and showing Atyr to the same room he'd stayed in days prior. "It's been fateful quiet tonight," Gant said gloomily. "Unless some carnival troupe arrives in town at midnight, ye've the room and bed all to yourself."

Atyr sat on the bed and tossed his pack in the corner of the small room. A bed to himself. He tried to think when it last was he'd enjoyed a full, solitary night's sleep. Surely it had been a fortnight with the obnoxious little sprite as his unwanted companion, or with nights plagued by fever or...

He looked down at the mattress on which he sat, remembering his previous stay, and his three bedmates: the woman and her two male companions. The heat rose to his face at the memory of her invitation in the middle of he night, and her apology the following morning. He felt heat growing lower down as well, as the memories of exactly what the trio had been up to came racing back.

He stretched, eager to rest. Suddenly feeling the strain of the past couple weeks, he stripped off his shirt and vest and spread himself out on the bed, enjoying the soft surface, and the solitude. Not even Pesky around to harass him. He thought of Kella's dark hair, loose strands glowing red-gold in the midday sunlight. He thought of her kiss. He thought how it might be to have her keeping him company right now, on this very bed. Just the two of them, alone. Unthinking, his hand slid slowly down his bare stomach and found its way between his legs, cupping his soft bulge and giving it a squeeze...

Atyr sat up and looked carefully around the room, checking all the corners, anywhere a small sprite might hide. Nothing. He was truly alone. He checked the door. There was no lock, so he grabbed his pack and wedged it against the bottom edge. At least that would give him a moment's warning, should Gant or anyone else decide to barge in for some reason.

He lay back on the bed, and unlaced his pants, pulling them down to just below his ass. His cock, swiftly hardening, bounced free and slapped him in the stomach. He traced his fingers from the base to the head, and back down, and wrapped them around the thick shaft. A small sigh escaped him.

He began stroking, slowly, up and down. Kella's face floated through his mind. She was of course pretty, even in her lumpy grey healer's robes and head scarf, but with her head bare and her hair loose, she was absolutely beautiful. He wondered what she looked like under the rest of that bulky fabric as well.

His imagination galloping away with him, his other hand found its way to his balls. They were already pulling in close, eager to spill their contents out through his cock. He wondered if Kella had been with other men. Or with women, for that matter.... The image of the woman who had been fucked from both sides right beside him on this very bed forced its way back into his mind. The perfection of Kella notwithstanding, he couldn't help remembering the other woman's eyes staring into his, and her words. 'My mouth would be quieter if it was full.'

The grip on his cock worked faster, and the hand cupping his balls squeezed gently. Already he felt the pressure mounting, the need to release. Mind racing, he pictured Kella on the bed beside him, arms over her head, dark hair splayed out, dark eyes looking at him hungrily.

He yanked his pants off the rest of the way, and got up on his knees, seeing himself between her spread legs. Both hands now grasped his shaft. He held them still and began thrusting in and out, faster, harder... He could feel his balls slapping against his hands as he jerked his hips forward again and again, and Kella writhed and gasped and moaned beneath him, her eager eyes staring into his...

The orgasm built fast. He felt his balls tighten, and his muscles spasm, and the hot, white spurts shooting down the length of his shaft and far away. His hips slammed forward into his hands, into Kella once more, and he was locked there, shaking, gasping, as the waves of burning pleasure washed his mind away.

He knelt there for a few moments, coming back down from the peak. His eyes opened. He looked down at his hands, at the bed. That was a mess. He was going to have to do something about that. He looked up to try to find something he could use to wipe up all the sticky, white splatters, and found himself staring right a tiny, translucent, faintly glowing sprite.

She was seated on the rough wood headboard of the bed, elbows on her knees, chin resting happily on her hands. Atyr froze, and a violent, burning heat rushed to his cheeks.

"Wow, what a show!" She grinned at him. "Is there a second act?"

Atyr didn't move. He was sure he should be reacting, but his mind was locked in a loop of panicked impracticalities.

"Although, honestly, I was hoping you'd be doing that into your true love. That is why I left you alone all day, after all." She paused, looking at the ceiling in thought. "Oh, maybe that could be act two!"

Atyr finally found it in him to move. He yanked the blankets up and over his lap, and snarled at her. "What. Exactly. Do you think you are doing?"

The little sprite tilted her head, a beatific smile on her face. "Watching, dummy. I thought that was obvious. Honestly, how did you not notice me here? I was literally right in front of you." She smirked at him. "I guess you were just too into what you were doing."

He shook his head at her, lips drawn into a sneer. No words came to mind.

"So. Was it Kella you were imagining?" Kella's name was, once again, drenched in erotic weird. Recently spent though he was, he felt his cock twitch and swell slightly in response.

"Don't do that. I mean it Pesky. It's not funny."

"Oh, don't be such a lump. It's not like I haven't seen you cum in your pants, and down a Kelpie's throat, and of course--" She stopped.

"And of course what?" Atyr demanded, at once suspicious.

"My, you are full of questions. Shouldn't you be sleepy? I thought men got sleepy after they shot their hot, sticky, wet loads all over the bed where they have to sleep." She wrinkled up her face. "Ew. Enjoy. I'm sleeping at the foot where it's less gooey. Gross."

Atyr decided there was absolutely nothing more that he felt like saying to the abysmally infuriating little creature. He flipped the blankets around, crawled naked into bed, and pulled them over his head.

"Ew, you threw the cummy end at me, you pervert!"

He ignored her. There was a lengthy silence. He figured she must have fallen asleep. He was just about to sink down into dreams himself, when he heard her voice, quiet and soft.

"Good night, Atyr."

He didn't reply for a long moment, but then something got the better of him. "Good night, you insufferable, luckless little pest."

"Pesky." She corrected him. He didn't respond. Sleep took them both.

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Thanks so much for reading! Bit of a short chapter, but they are they length they need to be, I guess. Hope you enjoyed Atyr's enjoyment of his time to himself.

-Z