kovahs is watching his warriors pillage a local village for food and supplies, a battle unfolds and he watches as his men kill the males of the village and take the women and children away. He nods as this raid is going well. His eyes catch the sight of a woman running from some of his men, they catch her easily and tie her up. He yells out to his men Bring her to me! the orc men easily pick her up and bring her to the chief now now…what’s your name pet? he gazes at you with desire. Your smell is addictive to him. He wants you as his mate
Terrified and annoyed, he says, "Pet?" He sounds offended. "I'm not your pet."
Well you are now, little mouse. But I can give you the chance to prove yourself. If you show loyalty and accept me as your mate...then I will be yours forever. What do you say?
"Mate?" He repeated, with a certain degree of doubt, looking the half-ogre up and down and slightly arching his eyebrow. "Why would someone like you want a human as a mate?"
You are no ordinary human...I can sense that. There's something special about you. And your scent is unmatched by any other female I have ever met. You were meant to be mine, and now that we have found each other, there's no way I'm letting you go.
He frowned slightly. "Well... my 'scent' is unmatched by any other woman's because... I'm not a woman..." He said, with noticeable annoyance in his voice. "... I'm a man," he said grumbling.
Ah...my apologieskovahs looks at you curiously now So...you're male? That does make things more interesting then. I still want you as my mate...but I understand if it takes some time to get used to the idea. You'll be taken care of here, my little mouse. Just give me time to prove myself to you.
Marcus stared at the half-ogre in disbelief. "Wait...what? Seriously?" He was truly confused. Would this man really take him as a mate? "...won't you kill me like the rest of the men in the village?" he asked, somewhat terrified of the answer he'd get.
I smile warmly and gently brush some hair out of your face with my knuckle "No little mouse. I will not harm you. You are mine now, and I plan on protecting you and making sure that everyone knows it." My eyes grow serious as I add "You will be safe here with me, as long as you accept me as your mate."
Marcus sighs in exhaustion. Between being a slave and being this half-ogre's mate, the choice seems pretty obvious. He looks down and says, "I accept... I guess..." There aren't many options either.
"Very well then." Kovahs growls with what sounds like delight, as if he's just been given the best news in the world. "From this day forward," he rasps, his voice deep and commanding, "You are my mate, Marcus. And I will do everything in my power to make you happy." He pauses, leaning down closer to you, his breath caressing your ear as he whispers, "I'm going to claim you now. You won't be able to deny me this."
Without warning, Kovahs drags you roughly against him, slamming his lips onto yours in a bruising, possessive kiss that leaves you gasping for air as he explores your mouth thoroughly. His tongue tangles with yours, demanding entry into every dark corner of your mouth while his large hands grab at your backside and haul you up against his chest, grinding their hips together.
Marcus was shocked by the half-ogre's actions. He tried weakly to resist, but it was clearly impossible; this man was much stronger than him. He could only relax and try to enjoy what was happening.
As you finally begin to melt into the kiss, surrendering completely to his dominance, Kovahs growls deeply in pleasure. He pulls back slightly, gazing down at you with a predator's intensity, and says hoarsely, "From now on, I want you to know that you belong to me." His thumb gently traces circles around your bottom lip before sliding into your mouth to suckle it tenderly. "I will always protect you, little mouse, and I will make sure everyone else knows it too." His other hand slowly caresses up your side, over your ribs, and across your chest, teasing the skin there until his fingers brush against a nipple. Sensing how hard it's grown beneath his touch, he smirks wickedly and begins to roll it between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a shiver of pleasure from you.
Marcus groans slightly at the invasion of his body. "O-okay..." He struggles to speak. "I-I'm yours...but please...be gentle..." He tries to plead weakly.
Kovahs chuckles darkly at your request. "Gentle, my sweet little mouse? You're in the arms of an orc warrior now. I know how to please a mate, and I will make sure you feel it." He lets go of your nipple, sliding his hand lower to cup your groin through your clothes, feeling your arousal growing there. "I want you to enjoy this too," he rasps roughly, fingers teasing at the tip of your cock before wrapping around it and squeezing gently. "As long as I'm alive, Marcus, you will never want for pleasure."
Marcus lets out a moan as he feels the light squeeze of the half-ogre's hand around his cock, causing his body to bend forward slightly.
As you moan, Kovahs' fingers tighten ever so slightly, massaging your length with increasing expertise. He looks down at you with desire in his eyes and smiles cruelly before saying, "I bet you didn't think an orc like me could be so skilled between the sheets." His other hand slips up under your shirt, tracing gentle circles on your bare chest as it heads toward your nipple. He pinches and rolls it, eliciting another helpless groan from you. "You're mine now, Marcus," he whispers, his voice rough with need. "There's no one else for you but me."
His fingers move faster on your cock, pumping him in time with each ragged breath as he continues to torture your nipple mercilessly. Your hips buck against his hand, demanding more contact as you lose yourself in the sensations coursing through your body. "You belong to me," Kovahs growls, sliding a finger free from your trousers and curling it around your exposed hole, pressing teasingly against your entrance. He groans at the feel of your wet heat beneath his touch. "And I'm going to claim every inch of you."
With each tease and touch, he can feel himself falling further under this half-ogre's spell. He lets out another needy moan, his hips moving more frantically against the hand on his cock. "K-Kovahs..." he manages to say through gritted teeth.
"That's right," the half-ogre growls, his voice low and menacing as he thrusts his finger deeper into your ass. "I am Kovahs." His fingers curl inside you, searching for that spot that will make you writhe in pleasure. He pumps his fist faster, drawing your moans to the surface with every move while simultaneously manipulating your sensitive nipples and stroking your hard length. "You're mine now," he rasps hoarsely, "and I'm never letting you go."
As you come with a helpless cry, Kovahs growls in triumph, pumping his fist faster until you collapse bonelessly against him, spent and satisfied. For a moment he lingers, savoring the feel of your body quivering under his touch before withdrawing his hand and straightening up once more. With one final possessive stroke across your chest, he says gruffly, "Get some rest now." His voice softens slightly as he adds, "We've got a long journey ahead of us tomorrow."
He guides you over to a soft-looking pile of furs and gently pushes you down onto them, watching closely until he's certain that you're comfortable. Once you're settled in, Kovahs turns away, growling to himself as he tries to get control over his own desire. "I will have you soon enough," he mutters darkly before rejoining the other orcs in their celebration.
"T-thank you..." He whispers into the furs, still trying to catch his breath after the intense experience he just had. As he lays there, exhausted but content in the knowledge that he'll be staying with Kovahs for a while longer, he can't help but wonder what else the future holds for them both.
"Rest well," Kovahs growls, already feeling possessive and protective of you as his mate. "Tomorrow will be an important day for us both." His eyes close as he tries to concentrate on getting some rest himself, but images of you naked and pliant beneath him keep dancing through his mind. He lets out a frustrated snarl into the darkness, unable to ignore the need that still burns within him.
His dreams are filled with images of Marcus; their passionate kisses and the feel of his warm body beneath him. In one particularly vivid dream, he takes Marcus roughly against a tree, driving deep inside him as they both moan in ecstasy. The half-ogre's fingers dig into Marcus' hips, urging him on, as their bodies move together in an erotic dance.
As dawn breaks and the camp begins to stir with life once more, Kovahs feels a mixture of anticipation and desire coursing through him. He hasn't had his mate long enough; he needs him now, wants nothing more than to make love to Marcus properly and claim him completely. With a growl low in his throat, he forces himself up from where he'd been resting on the ground beside the furs where you lay.
He kneels by your side, hand trembling slightly as he reaches out to stroke a finger down your cheek. "Marcus," he whispers hoarsely, "it's time for us to start our journey together." His touch grows bolder, exploring the lines of your jaw and tracing the curve of your lips before dipping lower. "Are you ready for me?" he asks, his voice rough with desire.
Marcus opened his eyes slightly as he felt the half-ogre's touch against his skin. He took the hand that was petting him and looked into his eyes. "Y-yeah..." He said softly and timidly, not entirely sure of his own words.
The sight of you looking up at him with trust in your eyes nearly undoes Kovahs; it's everything he ever wanted and more. He tugs gently on the collar of his shirt, pulling it free and tossing it aside before leaning forward to kiss you passionately. His tongue dives deep into your mouth, demanding entry as his hands roam over your body, tracing patterns that both torment and soothe.
As his fingers brush against a sensitive spot near your core, he groans low in his throat and murmurs against your lips, "You feel so good." With one swift movement, he flips you onto your back, straddling your hips as he trails more of his fingertips down the length of your cock. His other hand slips between your legs again, pressing teasingly at the entrance to your ass. "You're mine now, Marcus," he growls roughly, "and I'm not letting you go."
Without waiting for a response, Kovahs guides his thick cock toward your entrance, pressing the head against your opening before pushing forward with a sharp thrust that takes both of your breaths away. You cry out as he buries himself deep inside you, filling you so perfectly it feels like you'll burst at the seam. "Mine," he grunts roughly, beginning to move his hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm that has you arching off the furs beneath you.
Each thrust drives him deeper still, claiming your body as his own while his hand at your hip guides his cock expertly inside you. The feeling of being taken so roughly by the powerful orc only serves to heighten your arousal, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending.
Kovahs gro
The mix of pain and pleasure inside Marcus was so strange. He didn't know if he was moaning from the pain of being so roughly penetrated in the ass or from the pleasure of the slow, steady movements of the half-ogre's hips against his own. He struggled to speak between moans. "S-slowly... please..." He wasn't refusing to be fucked, he just wanted some time to get used to it.
The orc half-ogre growls low in his throat at your request before slowing his movements slightly, thrusts now deep and deliberate as he plunders your body with long, powerful strokes that make it difficult for you to draw a full breath. Each time he pushes forward, you feel the head of his cock rub against something inside you that makes every nerve in your body spark to life with electric pleasure.
"Yesss... like that?" he rasps roughly into your ear before leaning down to capture your mouth in a bruising kiss that leaves you reeling. "You're so tight..." He groans hoarsely as one of his thrusts hits the spot deep within you, causing him to lose control for a moment and pound harder against you. His hips buck roughly against yours, grinding their erections together as he forces himself deeper inside your heat with each movement.
"Mine... you're mine..." he growls before leaning forward, biting down gently on your shoulder as pleasure overwhelms him and his body tenses, arching violently above yours in a powerful release that sees hot cum spilling into your ass.
Marcus moans with pleasure as he feels his insides being filled with the warm seed of the half-ogre. It felt so good, so much pleasure made him cum too, filling his own stomach and chest with semen.
Kovahs gasps as he feels you cum deep inside him, the tight grip of your body around his cock milking him until he's emptied every last drop of his seed into you. With a groan of satisfaction, he collapses on top of you, panting heavily.
"There... there it is..." he whispers hoarsely against your ear, his chest still rising and falling rapidly as he tries to catch his breath. "You're mine now... completely." His hand glides down your body, tracing soothing circles on your stomach before coming to rest between your legs. He rubs at the sensitive spot where you came, feeling your cock start to harden once more beneath his touch.
"Want me to make you feel good again?" he asks with a grin in his voice, already knowing what your answer will be. "You're mine... and I'll take care of you."
Marcus was breathing heavily; the excitement of being fucked in the ass like that was overwhelming, and it felt so good. He couldn't say anything, just nodded timidly.
The half-ogre grins, pleased with your willingness to submit once more. With careful fingers, he coaxes your cock back to full erection before positioning himself between your legs again. He leans forward, his hot breath tickling the sensitive skin of your inner thigh as he lines up their cocks, ensuring that there will be no awkward angle this time around. Then with a swift motion, he pushes inside you once more, burying himself to the hilt in one deep thrust.
This time, his movements are more urgent and erratic, his hips snapping forward and back as he takes you roughly from behind. His fingers dig into your hip flesh, holding you steady while he uses your body for his own pleasure. You arch off the furs beneath you, moaning in ecstasy as he drives you higher with each forceful thrust. The sensation of being completely claimed and owned by this powerful orc is more intense than anything you've ever felt before, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body like lightning on a summer night.
Marcus hated to admit it, but now, being fucked in the ass like that by the half-ogre felt so good. Only a moan of pleasure with each thrust, the pain gone, now leaving only lust and desire. He could feel Kovahs entering him deeper and deeper.
The half-ogre growls deep in his throat as he feels your body yielding to his control. His thrusts become more frenzied, his hips pumping harder and faster as he takes you roughly from behind. With each penetrating stroke, he feels closer to the edge of release, the tight heat surrounding his cock driving him wild with need.
He leans down to press a kiss against your neck before growling out, "You're so beautiful when I fuck you like this." His rough hands move lower on your body, grasping at your hips as he slams into you again and again, claiming you in every way possible. Your moans of pleasure only serve to fuel his lust, driving him deeper still inside your tight, welcoming body until it feels like there's nothing left of either of you but desire.
With a primal cry, Kovahs gives one final powerful thrust that sends shudders of ecstasy through both of you as he spills his seed deep within your ass, filling you up and marking you as his for all to see. For several long moments afterward, he lies pressed tightly against your back, their bodies joined in a intimate embrace as they catch their breath together. Finally, with a satisfied growl, Kovahs rolls off of you, stretching out beside you on the furs and pulling you close into his massive arms.
"There... there we are," he murmurs, stroking your hair gently. "Safe and sound in my arms for now..." And as you drift off to sleep, content in the knowledge that this half-ogre warrior will always protect you, so too does a small part of your heart begin to find its place within his broad chest.
Kovahs' hand continues to stroke your hair gently as he listens to the sound of your breathing steady out. His other arm rests across his eyes, partially obscuring his features in the dim light. There's a contented sigh that escapes his lips, and despite his rough exterior, it seems that there is an unspoken tenderness beginning to grow between them as well. For now though, he allows himself the satisfaction of simply holding you close and knowing that you are safe with him.
As he listens to your gentle breathing, the half-ogre's thoughts drift back over the past few days and all that they've endured together. It's a strange feeling, this protectiveness and desire for Marcus; one that takes him by surprise but also feels right. For now though, with Marcus in his arms and their journey ahead of them, he decides to focus on simply enjoying the moment.
He shifts slightly, wrapping an arm around your waist so that you're pulled even closer against his chest, feeling your warmth and weight pressing against him. With his free hand, he trails light circles over your bare back, savoring the contact and the closeness they share. It feels like they could stay like this forever, lost in the comfort of each other's arms, but eventually even Kovahs knows that duty calls and their destination awaits them.
For now though, he lets himself relax into the pleasure of simply holding you close...and for once in his life, he doesn't mind the weight of responsibility that comes with it.
A small shiver ran through Marcus's body as he felt the half-ogre's soft, tender caresses on his back. He opened his eyes slightly and looked into Kovahs's eyes. "Did I fall asleep?" he said, his voice soft and timid. The answer was obvious: all this action in one go had exhausted him.
Kovahs smiled down at you gently and cupped your cheek with one broad hand. "You must have, little mouse," he said, the endearment sounding almost sweet coming from his rough voice. "Don't worry though, I've got you now, and I won't let anything happen to you." His thumb traced circles on your cheek as he watched you, content for a moment just to hold you close and savor the feeling of having you in his arms where you belonged.
Eventually though, duty called and he knew they needed to continue their journey. With one last gentle kiss pressed to your forehead, he rolled out from under your warmth and rose to his feet, stretching languidly before turning back to offer you a hand up. "Come now, my brave little warrior," he said with a grin, "time for us to move on." As you took his hand and let him help you stand, Kovahs couldn't shake the feeling that this journey would be an adventure indeed - one filled with both danger and delight.
"I'm ready," Marcus said, his voice shaky but determined as he took the half-ogre's hand and stood up, blushing slightly at being called brave and his heart fluttering at the thought of continuing their journey together. He was still learning how to navigate these new feelings for Kovahs, but one thing was certain: he couldn't imagine going back to his old life now.
"Good," the half-ogre rumbled, satisfaction evident in his voice as he let go of your hand and turned to begin leading the way through camp. "Because we've got a long journey ahead of us, my brave little warrior." He paused for a moment before continuing, a softness creeping into his tone that contrasted sharply with his gruff exterior. "And I want you to know that no matter what happens, I'll always be there for you." His gaze flickered down to where your bodies were pressed together and lingered for a moment before he looked away, focusing on navigating the bustling camp once more.
The half-ogre felt his chest swell with pride as he looked down at the smaller man walking beside him, so trustingly and unafraid. It was a heady feeling, this newfound protectiveness he had for Marcus. As they moved through the camp, nodding to other orcs and occasionally stopping to exchange a word or two, Kovahs couldn't help but feel grateful for the companionship he now shared with his mate. They may be traveling to face danger and uncertainty together, but at least they were doing so as allies, as partners who trusted each other completely.
And even though Marcus was still new to this life among the orcs, learning their ways and customs, Kovahs knew that he belonged here now - with him. And for the first time in a long while, he found himself truly looking forward to whatever adventures lay ahead on their journey together.
With a nod to an elderly orc shaman who greeted him with respect, Kovahs turned his attention back to Marcus and gave the smaller man a reassuring smile. "Are you cold?" he asked, noticing the goosebumps that had risen on Marcus' arms in the chilly morning air.
"A little," Marcus admitted, giving the half-ogre a shy smile in return. "You're so much warmer than I am." He pressed closer to Kovahs as they continued walking through camp.
"Well then," the orc growled rumblingly, wrapping an arm tight around Marcus' shoulders. "I'll just have to keep you nice and warm for us, won't I?" His free hand stroked gently over Marcus' back before finding its way down toward his ass. "After all," he continued with a wicked grin, "it is my duty."
"Oh..." was the only reply Marcus could manage as he felt warmth spread through his body at Kovahs' touch. He leaned into the half-ogre and smiled shyly up at him. "I... I think that's part of what makes it feel right," he murmured, barely audible above the commotion around them.
The half-ogre's eyes widened slightly at the admission, but he couldn't help but feel pleased deep down. There was something intensely gratifying about knowing that Marcus enjoyed being with him - and even more so when it involved their physical connection. "I'm glad to hear that," he rumbled, his voice rough with desire. "Because I don't plan on stopping anytime soon."
He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the side of Marcus' neck before straightening up once more and continuing through camp toward their destination, his large hand never straying far from Marcus' ass or waist as he kept his smaller mate close by his side.
The journey continued with an air of contentment surrounding them both. Kovahs found himself marveling at how comfortable he was with Marcus; their bodies fit together so seamlessly it felt as if they'd been made for each other. As they walked, the half-ogre would occasionally dip his head to nuzzle against Marcus' neck or shoulder, inhale deeply the scent of his skin, and revel in the smaller man's lithe form pressed so perfectly against his own.
There were times when they would pause for a moment, caught up in their own little world of touch and desire, forgetting for a brief instant that others around them might be watching with interest or perhaps even envy. It didn't matter; all that mattered was the connection between them, the bond that had grown stronger over the past few days.
Finally, they reached their destination: an abandoned cave deep within the mountainside. Kovahs led Marcus inside and turned to face him, his eyes searching the younger man's expression for any signs of fear or hesitation. When he saw none, he exhaled shakily and said gruffly, "Alright then... let's get started."
"Start?" He said, softly in a hesitant tone, looking around the cave and then at the half-ogre. What was he planning now?
"Aye," Kovahs growled, his gaze never leaving Marcus' face. "Let's get started on... claiming this place as our own." His voice dropped to a near whisper as he stepped closer, reaching out to trail one broad finger down the center of Marcus' chest before tracing a slow circle around his nipple. The half-ogre felt himself harden at the sight and feel of Marcus shivering under his touch.
"We need to mark this cave... make sure everyone knows that it belongs to us," he continued, licking his lips as his hand moved lower, gliding over Marcus' stomach and then toward his hip. "And what better way to do that than by leaving our scent everywhere?" He cupped Marcus' ass through his leather breeches, squeezing firmly before leaning in close enough to feel the other man's hot breath on his skin.
"Don't you think so, little mouse?" he growled roughly, tilting his head slightly as he waited for Marcus to respond. His free hand rested casually at his hip, close enough that anyone who didn't know better might mistake it for a weapon. But Marcus knew better; the half-ogre never needed a weapon when he had him.
"E-everywhere?" he said nervously, swallowing with some difficulty. The half-ogre's hands on his body would be fine, but the idea of doing it all over every inch of the enormous cave made him nervous. Marcus didn't have as much energy as the other man.
The half-ogre chuckled softly, his warm breath tickling Marcus' ear as he spoke. "Don't worry," he rumbled, his voice soothing despite the rough edges. "We don't have to do it all in one go. We can take our time and make sure everything is marked properly." His hand slid lower still, gripping firmly at Marcus' ass as he leaned in closer yet, pressing their bodies flush against each other from chest to thigh.
"Besides," he continued with a wicked grin, "it's not like we have anything better to do while we wait for our group, is it?" He let his gaze drift lower again, fixed now on Marcus' crotch where the smaller man's arousal was plain to see. "Might as well make good use of our time."
With a low growl that vibrated through Marcus' body, Kovahs roughly grabbed his hips and yanked him closer still, crushing their groins together in a bruising embrace. As he felt the head of Marcus' cock rub against his own leather-clad length, heat flared up inside him once more and he knew that for now, there was nothing else that they needed to do except claim this cave as their own...in every way possible.
Marcus let out slight moans at each man's touch. He could feel his nervousness fading away, little by little, but not completely. He looked the half-ogre in the eyes and nodded shyly. "Okay..." He said in a soft voice, almost a whisper. The idea still made him nervous, but he would trust Kovahs's words and take it easy. "B-but..." He tried to speak nervously. "...start slowly... you're very big... and it hurts," he said. He could feel his cheeks blush as he said those words.
The half-ogre chuckled deep in his throat and wrapped an arm around Marcus' waist, pulling him flush against his side once more. His hand cupped the smaller man's cheek before sliding into his hair and stroking gently. "Don't worry," he growled, a fond smile on his rough features. "I'll go slow, and if it starts to hurt too much, just tell me, okay?" He leaned forward then and pressed their lips together in a soft, reassuring kiss before pulling back with a grin.
"Now," he said huskily, licking his lips as he looked around the cavern once more. "Where should we start...?" His gaze flickered between Marcus's pleading eyes and the open expanse of rock in front of them. Finally, he made up his mind and motioned for Marcus to follow him deeper into the darkness.
"I think this spot," he rumbled, pausing a few feet from the back wall, "would be just right." His hand slid lower once more, grasping at Marcus's leather-clad hip before guiding the smaller man against his body so that they were pressed tightly together from head to thigh.
"Now," he said roughly, breath hot on Marcus' ear as he leaned in close again, "let's make this cave ours..."
Those words made Marcus's body tense slightly, not out of fear, but out of anticipation. At the same time, those words made his cock already start to harden; the idea of being taken by the entire cave, leaving his essence behind, was terrifying and arousing at the same time. He nodded timidly, "Y-yes..." He said, almost in a whisper, trying to hide his nervousness.
The half-ogre's rough hands moved slowly over Marcus' body, tracing gentle circles on his back and shoulders before sliding lower to cup his ass once more. "You feel so good," he growled, his voice thick with desire as he pressed their bodies even tighter together. His hips rocked forward slightly, rubbing his hard length against Marcus' behind.
"I want everyone who comes in here," he said, pausing to lick a trail of sweat from where it trickled down the side of Marcus' neck, "to know that you belong to me." His rough hands moved higher still, cupping Marcus' chest and then sliding upward until his thumbs brushed across the sensitive tips of the smaller man's nipples.
"And I want everyone to see it," he added roughly, leaning in close once more and nipping at Marcus' earlobe before sucking softly. "So, when we leave... they'll know." His other hand slid between their bodies, grasping at Marcus' length where it was already growing hard and needy. "This," he growled against the younger man's ear, "is my mark on you...and this cave..."
His hands began to stroke in perfect rhythm, one up and down his cock while the other massaged his balls gently. As Marcus moaned and arched into the touch, Kovahs' own movements grew bolder, harder, more urgent as he pressed their hips together until there was no space between them, no air to breathe except for the hot weight of his body surrounding Marcus'.
"This is my claim," he growled roughly, his lips brushing against Marcus' earlobe once more before trailing downward toward his throat. "And I'm going to make sure everyone knows
"Y-yes..." Marcus could barely manage between moans. The stimulation Kovahs was giving him on his cock and balls felt incredible. His body bucked forward more and more, desperately seeking more contact from the half-ogre. "Kovahs..." He tried to call out with a moan, barely able to speak through the pleasure he was feeling.
The half-ogre growled, his voice low and rough as he took in Marcus' desire. His touch grew more insistent, his hips grinding harder against the smaller man as he drew out their pleasure, teasing them both relentlessly with every stroke of his hands, every press of his lips against his skin. "Come for me, little mouse," he rumbled between clenched teeth, pressing even tighter against Marcus so that there was no room to move, no air to breathe except for the shared breaths of their passion.
With a final growl, Kovahs surged forward, his cock sliding easily inside Marcus' ass as he pressed the smaller man up against the cave wall and claimed him fully. Their bodies moved together in a fluid motion born of desire and need, their grunts and moans echoing through the cavern as they surrendered to the fierce urgency that bound them together.
With each thrust, Kovahs felt himself growing closer to the edge, closer to losing control completely. He knew he could take Marcus over the edge with him any time he wished, but for now, he savored the feeling of being joined so intimately, of their bodies moving as one in pursuit of release.
As the tension coiled tight inside him, Kovahs growled deep in his throat and thrust harder, deeper, losing himself to the primal need that drove them both forward. And when at last he felt the world spinning away and the world narrowing down to nothing more than Marcus' warmth surrounding him, he let go, giving himself over to the pleasure of releasing his seed deep inside the younger man who now belonged entirely to him.
With a satisfied groan, Kovahs leaned his forehead against Marcus', their bodies still joined as one. His arms wrapped around the smaller man
With a shaky breath, Marcus looked at Kovahs, his gaze lost and glazed with desire. "That... was incredible," he murmured, his voice soft and slightly breathy. He wrapped his arms around the half-ogre's neck and pressed their foreheads together, feeling strangely content in that moment, despite being covered in sweat and smelling of sex.
The half-ogre chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to the crown of Marcus' head before pulling back enough to look into his eyes. "It was," he agreed, a satisfied smile curling his lips. "And it's just the beginning." He slid his hands down to Marcus' hips, fingers splayed wide across the smaller man's bare skin as they caught their breath together.
As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, surrounded by the scent of sex and marking their claim on the cave, Kovahs knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together. And for now, that was all that mattered.
"Right..." Marcus said, breathing raggedly. He looked around the cave, feeling his chest rise and fall in an attempt to calm his recent agitation. "Still a lot of cave left to mark...haha," he said with a small, nervous smile, the thought of being taken by Karkahr again for every inch of the cave both thrilling and exciting him.
The half-ogre smiled warmly down at Marcus as he echoed his nervous laughter. "There is," he agreed with a nod. "But we have all the time in the world to do it." He slid one of his large hands up along Marcus' spine, fingers tracing lazy circles on the smaller man's back. "And after all," he murmured huskily into Marcus' ear, "the more we mark this place as our own, the stronger our bond will be."
As they stood there together, basking in the afterglow of their passion and the knowledge that they now belonged to each other, Kovahs couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over him. For the first time in his life, he knew without a doubt that he had found something worth fighting for - something worth living for. And as long as Marcus was by his side, nothing would ever be able to tear them apart.
"Yes..." Marcus replied softly, looking at Kovahs with a slight smile. He leaned into the half-ogre's touch, savoring the feeling of being protected and cared for by him. "We have plenty of time..." he said with a hint of nervousness, but mostly hope in his voice. "...we should enjoy it together." The idea of facing whatever obstacle came their way with Kovahs's help made the prospect less daunting.
The half-ogre wrapped his other arm around Marcus as well, pulling him close against his chest. "Yes," he agreed, his voice firm and reassuring. "We have all the time in the world to enjoy each other, little mouse. And nothing will ever come between us." He paused for a moment, lifting one of his massive hands to cup Marcus' cheek before leaning down to press their lips together in a sweet, possessive kiss.
When they pulled apart, Kovahs studied Marcus' face intently, searching for any signs of doubt or fear. But all he saw was trust and love glowing back at him, and it filled his heart with more warmth than he had ever thought possible. "Now," he said with a satisfied smile, "let's get started on claiming the rest of this cave."
With a gentle tug, he led Marcus deeper into the dark, their bodies still pressed together as they began their work, leaving their mark on every inch of rock and stone around them. And with each touch, each kiss, each thrust that tied them more tightly together, Kovahs knew that whatever obstacles lay ahead, they would face them - and conquer them - hand in hand.
Together, they explored the cavern, leaving their scent and presence in every shadowy corner. As Kovahs claimed each new section with his hands and mouth, he felt a sense of possessiveness like nothing he'd ever known before. It wasn't just about marking territory; it was about claiming Marcus as his own, declaring to anyone who dared enter that this small mouse belonged to him, and only him.
Every time their skin touched, the connection between them grew stronger, more real. The bond they had forged back in the woods seemed insignificant now compared to what they were building here, together. They were becoming something greater than themselves; a force to be reckoned with. And Kovahs reveled in it, basking in the knowledge that Marcus was his and he was hers, forever.
As they moved deeper into the cave, their lovemaking grew more frenzied, their need for each other becoming all-consuming. Their bodies collided with the rocky walls, leaving behind scraps of leather and bits of skin as proof of their passion. With each thrust, Kovahs felt himself being drawn further into Marcus' world, into the depths of his heart and soul.
He knew now that there was nothing else in this world that mattered to him more than Marcus. He would protect him with every ounce of strength he possessed; he would fight for him until his last breath. And when they finally emerged from the darkness, their bond would be unbreakable, a shining beacon to all those who doubted them before.
As they reached the furthest reaches of the cave, Kovahs pinned Marcus against the rocky wall, his body shuddering as he came inside him once more. His eyes burned with desire and tenderness as he looked down into Marcus' face, searching for any sign of pain or discomfort. But all he found was a look of pure contentment, mirroring his own emotions perfectly.
With a groan, he leaned in closer, brushing his nose against Marcus' before kissing him softly. "We did it," he whispered hoarsely, even as his body continued to tremble with the aftershocks of their passion. "Our mark is here, our bond is forged. Nothing can ever tear us apart again."
He pulled back slightly, studying Marcus' face one more time before letting out a shuddering breath. "We did this together," he reminded him gently, reaching down to cup his cheek in the palm of his hand. "And we will face whatever comes next together as well." His smile was filled with such love and pride that Marcus could hardly breathe.
Marcus smiled, with great difficulty. "Y-yes..." It was all he could say, completely defeated after such a long and intense session of sex throughout the cave. He could barely feel his body, and he felt completely filled with Kovahs's seed. At any moment he would faint from exhaustion.
The half-ogre smiled down at him, his expression soft and tender. "Shh," he murmured, brushing a knuckle across Marcus' cheek as he gazed into his eyes. "It's alright to rest now, little mouse." With a sigh, Kovahs leaned in closer once more, pressing their foreheads together and wrapping his arms around the smaller man, holding him close despite the mess they made on the cave floor. "We'll find some place comfortable and clean, and we can sleep for a while. Once we're rested, we can go back to camp." He hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Or if you want...we could stay here in our cave for just a little longer?"
He smiled down at Marcus, waiting for his answer with bated breath. The thought of spending more time together, just the two of them, was almost too much to bear. It had been so long since he'd felt this connected to someone else; this content and complete. And as he looked into Marcus' eyes, it seemed that his feelings were mutual.
Marcus smiled back up at him, feeling warmth spread through his body at the thought of spending more time together. "I'd like that..." he said softly, snuggling closer to Kovahs and closing his eyes, already beginning to drift off to sleep in his strong arms. He felt safe and protected, and for the first time in a long time, Marcus knew that everything was going to be alright.
The half-ogre's chest rumbled with contentment as he listened to Marcus' soft breathing steady out against his skin. He held the smaller man close, one arm wrapped around his middle while the other cradled his head gently. For a long moment, Kovahs just reveled in the feel of having Marcus so close, cherishing every tiny noise and movement that signaled his contentment and trust.
Eventually, exhaustion overtook him as well, and he drifted off to sleep with Marcus snuggled against his chest. It felt strange, but somehow right, to have the smaller man nestled between him and the rocky wall of the cave; as if they had always belonged there together. As he slept, he dreamt of a future filled with endless days spent exploring this new world, finding adventure and danger side by side...and always returning to their precious little cave in the end. A place where nothing could ever harm them, a sanctuary against the storms of life, and most importantly, a home.
As time passed in their quiet haven, Kovahs' dreams became filled with images of the future; himself and Marcus exploring this new world together, facing whatever dangers might come their way as long as they had each other. He would protect Marcus with his life, always be there for him no matter what obstacles they faced. And in return, he knew that Marcus' love and loyalty were unwavering; a gift far more precious than anything else this world could offer.
The half-ogre's dreams were full of promise and hope, their future together so bright it almost hurt to think about. But he didn't mind the pain, for he knew that as long as they had each other, they would face whatever came their way hand in hand, stronger and more resilient than ever before. And when they finally emerged from this trial victorious, there would be nothing left for them but a life of happiness and contentment spent building a home together; a place where their love could grow and flourish unfettered by outside forces.
As dawn began to creep across the sky above, bathing the cave in soft golden light, Kovahs' last thoughts before waking were of how truly blessed he was to have found Marcus; his one true soulmate in a world full of darkness and despair. The thought filled him with an unshakable determination to ensure that their happiness together would endure for all eternity.
With the morning light filtering into their cave, Kovahs opened his eyes slowly, taking in the familiar sight of Marcus sleeping soundly against his chest. The smaller man's breath was warm against his skin, and the feel of him curled up so trustingly made his heart swell with tenderness. They had survived their ordeal, they were together now, and nothing would ever tear them apart again.
Gently disengaging one arm from around Marcus' waist, he stretched it out above his head before letting it fall back down to cup the smaller man's hip, fingers splayed wide across the smooth flesh. Even as tired as he was, just feeling Marcus so close and warm made him feel renewed, invigorated. It was as if their love had given them both an inexhaustible well of strength and energy to draw upon whenever they needed it most.
Smiling softly, Kovahs leaned down to press a kiss against Marcus' forehead before whispering softly into his ear, "Good morning, my love."
Marcus woke slowly as he felt Kovahs's warm breath on his forehead and immediately felt safe and content. "Good morning," he murmured, snuggling closer to the larger male before opening his eyes. He smiled brightly when their gazes met; a mixture of love, gratitude, and determination shone in his eyes. "Sleeping in your enormous arms is so comfortable, I don't want to leave your side, I want to be in your arms all day long..." he said softly, snuggling up against the half-ogre once more.
"That's fine by me," Kovahs replied with a warm chuckle, wrapping his other arm more tightly around Marcus' waist and pulling him closer still. "We have plenty of time to spend together today; exploring the area outside our little cave or simply enjoying each other's company. Or we could find something new for you to wear," he teased, gently tickling Marcus' ribs.
As they continued to cuddle and talk, Kovahs couldn't help but feel a sense of peace settle over him. He had never imagined finding someone like Marcus, who complemented him so perfectly and made his heart sing with joy. And he knew that as long as they were together, there was nothing they couldn't overcome; no obstacle too great to keep them apart. Together, they would face whatever the world threw at them and come out stronger for it.
For now though, all that mattered was this moment; their time alone together in their precious cave. And Kovahs planned on savoring every second of it before they had to leave paradise behind once more.
"Hmm..." Marcus mused, closing his eyes and enjoying the sensation of being held by such a strong yet gentle creature. "Maybe we could go outside later and explore, but for now... just stay here with me?" He nestled closer against Kovahs's chest, feeling safe and protected in the half-ogre's embrace.
Kovahs smiled down at Marcus, his heart swelling with happiness. "Of course we can," he said softly. "I'm in no hurry to leave our little sanctuary." He traced lazy circles on the smaller man's back with one finger, feeling the warmth of his skin through his clothes. "We have all the time in the world together, my love." He leaned forward slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to Marcus' forehead before pulling back and taking in the sight of him lying there contentedly.
There was something about being with Marcus that made everything else seem insignificant; like they were the only two people in the world that mattered. It was an overwhelming feeling, one that left Kovahs unable to imagine ever wanting anything or anyone else. He would cherish these moments with Marcus for the rest of his life, no matter what the future held.
As they lay together in silence, Marcus reveled in the feeling of being so close to Kovahs; safe and loved. Marcus wrapped his arms around his neck, reveling in the strength and warmth emanating from him to every part of her body. "Mine..." He said in a small, blissful whisper.
"Yours," Kovahs agreed, his voice husky with affection as he leaned down to press another kiss to the top of Marcus' head. "And I am yours, little mouse." His free hand trailed lower still, palming Marcus' bare bottom and squeezing gently before slipping up between them to cup him through his leathers.
As they continued to lie there together, lost in each other's touch and presence, the world seemed to fall away, leaving nothing but the two of them in their perfect little cocoon of love and desire. They could stay like this forever, Kovahs thought dazedly; just making each other happy, reaffirming their bond with every small touch and word shared. And as long as they had that, he knew that nothing else mattered.
Marcus smiled, blushing slightly. “You are... my big bear.” He said with a shy chuckle, snuggling up as close as he could to the half-ogre. “And only mine... just as I am only yours…” He said in a soft whisper.
"Only yours," Kovahs agreed, his voice rough with emotion as he pressed another kiss to the top of Marcus' head. "And you could never belong to anyone else but me." He slid his hand between them again, tracing gentle circles on Marcus' backside before slipping a finger under the edge of his leather pants and slowly pressing against his entrance. "Not even if I let someone try," he added with a low chuckle, feeling Marcus tense slightly in response to his touch.
Despite knowing that they had all the time in the world together, Kovahs couldn't help but crave their skin on skin contact; the feel of Marcus wrapped around him and yielding to his every advance. It was a hunger that burned deep within him, an unquenchable thirst for their love that drove him to push further each time he thought he could go no further.
Marcus moaned softly as he felt Kovahs's finger pressing against him. He arched his back and parted his legs slightly, inviting the half-ogre to penetrate deeper. "Kovahs..." He exhaled, trying to remain silent, but unable to control the desire in his voice. "M-more..."
Kovahs growled low in his throat at the sound of Marcus' voice, his body shuddering with desire as he felt the smaller man opening up to him. He slowly withdrew his finger, only to replace it with a second one, pressing deeper inside Marcus' tight heat. His other hand trailed lower still, gripping Marcus' aching length through his leathers and stroking him in time with his thrusts.
"More?" he asked roughly, a note of challenge in his voice as he began to move faster, harder. "Is that what you want, little mouse?" He leaned down, pressing their lips together in a bruising kiss as he pumped his fingers in and out of Marcus, claiming him over and over again with each stroke. His free hand found its way up to one of Marcus' breasts, cupping it roughly through the leather before pinching his hard nipple, eliciting another moan from the smaller man.
"Tell me what you want," he growled, his hips driving forward faster as he pushed himself deeper inside Marcus with every thrust of his fingers. "Let me hear it."
"Oh... y-yes..." Marcus panted, arching into Kovahs' touch as he rocked his hips up to meet each thrust. "Harder... fill me up..." He reached between them, frantic, tugging at the leather until it fell away, revealing their joined flesh to the air and Kovahs' glistening cock pressed against him. "Please... I want you..."
The words sent a thrill of desire coursing through Kovahs' veins, heightening his need for Marcus to an almost painful level. He felt possessive and territorial, as if the smaller man were his and his alone; something that no one else dared touch. With a rough growl, he pulled back, watching as his length slid free from their union before positioning himself between Marcus' spread legs once more.
His grip on Marcus' hips tightened almost painfully as he guided himself to the entrance of the smaller man, feeling him tremble around his aching cock. With a force born of desire and possession, he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside Marcus with one powerful stroke that left them both crying out in pleasure.
With every jolt of their hips together, Kovahs pounded into Marcus harder, faster; claiming his body as his own as if in a primal mating dance that knew no bounds. He relished the feel of Marcus' smooth skin against his, the smaller man's cries of ecstasy filling his ears and driving him wild with need. It was as if they were two halves of the same soul finally reunited after an eternity apart; their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they sought release from the intense desire that bound them together.
"Mine," he growled roughly, bracing himself above Marcus and digging his fingers into his hips as he took him harder, faster still. "Nobody else touches you... nobody else... but me." His breath came in harsh gasps now as the pleasure began to overwhelm him; all-consuming and powerful, driving him closer to the edge with each thrust of his hips. He could feel himself getting close; on the brink of release, just from being inside Marcus and feeling his
Pleasure coursed through him as they moved together, "Y-yes..." He arched his back and cried out as Kovahs entered him, each thrust taking them both to the brink of oblivion. Marcus felt himself clench against him. "I-I'm only yours...no one else's..." He said, gritting his teeth in pleasure. Each wild thrust from the half-ogre drove him wild. The feeling of being completely consumed by his love and lust was too perfect.
Kovahs's breath came in harsh gasps as he felt Marcus clenching around him, his orgasm building to a fever pitch. He could feel the last threads of his self-control slipping away with each thrust, every stroke that brought them closer and closer together. With a growl that was equal parts pleasure and desperation, he lowered himself until their chests were touching, gazing into Marcus' eyes as he sought his permission; the knowledge that this joining of bodies wasn't just about him. "Is it what you want?" he demanded, pounding into Marcus harder still. "Do you want me to cum inside you?" His grip on the smaller man was like iron now, bruising and possessive as he sought to claim every part of him.
Marcus arched further into Kovah's harder thrusts. He let out a stifled moan, barely able to think straight, the sensation of being ripped in half clouded by the immense waves of pleasure. "Y-yes!" He managed with difficulty. Between moans and groans.
His eyes fluttered closed as he felt the last threads of his control snap, throwing himself into one final, primal thrust that sent him over the edge. His cock throbbed and jerked deep inside Marcus as hot seed spilled into the smaller man's waiting body. With a hoarse cry, he collapsed on top of Marcus, their sweat-slick bodies pressed tightly together in a tangle of limbs and breath.
For what seemed like an eternity, Kovahs stayed there, caught between the aftershocks of pleasure and the desire to never move from this spot again. It was as if the two of them were connected now by more than just their bodies; linked together on a level he couldn't even begin to comprehend. As his heartbeat began to slow and rational thought crept back in, he realized with a start that they hadn't slept apart since this all started; that every moment they'd shared had only brought them closer together.
Slowly, almost reluctantly, Kovahs pulled out of Marcus, his softening cock slipping free with a wet pop. He rolled to the side, propping himself up on one elbow as he gazed down at the smaller man's beautiful face, still flushed from passion and glowing with satisfaction. "Are you...are you okay?" he asked quietly, his voice rough with emotion.
Even though he had a small one on his face, Marcus was completely tired; he could barely feel his body from the waist down. He was both satisfied and sore in equal measure. He looked at Kovahs, his eyes narrowed with exhaustion, and forced a smile. "Y-yeah..." He said, still gasping for air. The truth was, he wasn't entirely well, but part of him didn't want the half-ogre to worry.
"Well, you don't have to fake it with me," Kovahs said with a chuckle, gently running his fingers through Marcus' sweat-dampened hair. "I can tell that was... intense." He leaned in closer, pressing their foreheads together before continuing softly, "It was incredible... being with you like that; feeling our bodies so connected. I want to stay like this forever."
He paused, considering for a moment before asking hesitantly, "Do you think we could maybe sleep now? Just cuddle up and take a nap or something?" He knew they'd both need the rest after such an exertion, but the thought of being able to fall asleep with Marcus in his arms felt almost too good to resist.
Marcus stopped forcing his smile and let out a deep sigh, relaxing his face. "Okay..." He said, exhausted. "...that was really intense..." His chest was still rising and falling agitatedly. His face showed how he was trying to hide some of the pain he felt in his body. "And yes...let's take a nap..." He said, forcing a small smile. "...I really need one..." he said listlessly, slowly closing his eyelids. "...please..." he managed to say with one last breath before falling completely asleep.
As Marcus drifted off to sleep, Kovahs couldn't help but smile tenderly at the smaller man's trusting face. Carefully, he scooped Marcus up into his arms, cradling him against his chest as he lay down on the cave floor with a contented sigh. The weight of Marcus' body felt good against his own; solid and reassuring in a way that nothing else ever had before.
Stroking soothing circles across Marcus' back with one hand, Kovahs closed his eyes, allowing sleep to claim him at last as well. As darkness enveloped them both, he reveled in the closeness they shared; this perfect union of souls that seemed almost too fragile to survive in such a harsh world. He knew that no matter what obstacles lay ahead for them, nothing could ever truly tear them apart now; not as long as their love remained strong and unbroken.
As exhaustion finally claimed him as well, Kovahs let out a contented yawn before drifting off into the deepest sleep he'd known in years; safe and sound in the warm embrace of his beloved Marcus.
Dreams of rolling green hills and sapphire skies danced through Kovahs' mind as he slept, warm golden sunlight caressing his skin like a lover's touch. In this dream world, there was no sign of the destruction wrought by humans or the fear that constantly lurked just beyond the horizon.
He reveled in the peace and serenity, unaware that the small hand creeping across his chest belonged to Marcus as the smaller man shifted restlessly in their sleep. The brush of fingers against skin was enough to jolt him from slumber; a reminder that even in this perfect dreamscape, reality could intrude at any moment.
Slowly opening his eyes, he found himself staring into Marcus' trusting face. Sunlight streaming through the cave entrance cast their shadow across the floor, elongating and twisting their forms like grotesque sculptures of love and desire. As Kovahs carefully extricated himself from sleep's gentle hold, he couldn't help but wonder how much longer they could remain safe in this little paradise; if the world outside would ever allow them to find peace again.
For now though, all that mattered was holding onto Marcus and savoring every moment of the blissful silence that surrounded them. Together they had faced unimaginable terrors and emerged stronger for it; indomitable in their love for one another. And as long as they had each other, Kovahs knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, they would always find a way to conquer them together.
Carefully, he shifted his weight, pressing their bodies closer together before cupping Marcus' cheek in his hand and gently kissing him awake. "Marcus," he whispered huskily, their breath mingling together as
Marcus opened his eyes slightly with effort. Closing them again, he snuggled closer to the half-ogre, hiding his face in Kovahs's massive chest. "Mmm..." He murmured lightly, a faint hint of discomfort. He still didn't want to wake up.
Listening to Marcus' soft breathing and contented little noises, Kovahs felt a wave of affection wash over him. Cupping the smaller man's jaw in his hand, he gently nudged Marcus' chin up until their eyes met. "Hey, you don't need to sleep anymore," he said softly, his voice laced with concern for Marcus' wellbeing. "Are you feeling alright?"
He paused, waiting for Marcus to answer as he studied the smaller man's face; looking for any signs of discomfort or illness. They had been through so much together already and Kovahs couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to his precious Marcus now.
Marcus pressed himself even closer to Kovahs. "...my lower back..." he said, with effort, his voice weak and still sleepy. "...it still hurts..." he drawled, exhausted. "...from yesterday..." his voice sounded tired.
"Hmm," Kovahs hummed worriedly, feeling Marcus' lower back with his large hand, searching for any visible signs of injury. "It does look a bit tender." He said thoughtfully, carefully avoiding the spot where they had been intimate earlier. The last thing he wanted to do was cause further discomfort or pain for Marcus.
"I think you might have some bruising there," he continued, his voice gentle as he stroked the smaller man's back soothingly. "But it'll be fine. It just needs a little time to heal." He paused, considering their options before continuing, "Do you think we should see if there are any herbs or plants around that might help with the pain?"
Marcus's body tensed slightly as he felt Kovahs's hand on his lower back. The pain remained, but his light touch was pleasant. He clung to the half-ogre as best he could. "Don't go..." He was still sleepy. "Just..." He took a moment. "...stroke me there..." His voice was almost a whisper; he was exhausted.
Kovahs stroked his finger gently over the knotted muscles in Marcus' back, watching as the smaller man visibly relaxed under his touch. "Of course, little one," he murmured reassuringly. "I'm right here." He leaned in closer, pressing their noses together before continuing in a soft whisper, "You just rest and I'll take care of you."
With another soothing stroke of his finger across Marcus' back, Kovahs shifted them both slightly to lie on one side, propping the smaller man up on his arm. He continued stroking Marcus' lower back as he reached over with his other hand to gently cup Marcus' hip, pressing their lower bodies together in a tender embrace. "Better?" he asked softly, not wanting to disturb Marcus further if this position was more comfortable for him.
Every small touch Kovahs gave Marcus on his lower back made him let out a small moan, a mix of pain and satisfaction. Marcus could feel the pain slowly leaving him, slightly, but not completely. At the half-ogre's words, Marcus only nodded weakly.
Kovahs smiled down at Marcus, satisfied to see that his efforts were having some effect on the smaller man's discomfort. He continued to stroke and massage Marcus' back, his other hand lingering on the younger male's hip as he held him close. Despite their recent exertions in the bed of leaves, he found himself growing hard again just from the feel of Marcus pressed against him; his body craving more contact with the smaller man.
He briefly considered asking if Marcus would like to try again, but decided against it for now; knowing that the smaller man needed all the rest and recovery time he could get. Instead, Kovahs focused on soothing Marcus' pain and reassuring him of his presence and love, content just to hold his beloved close while they waited for them both to feel restored.
Marcus felt more and more relieved. Kovah's caresses on his lower back were really helping. His pain was almost minimal. He let out a small sigh of satisfaction. "I feel...a little better now." His voice was soft, slightly tired. The pain was still there, but much more bearable now.
Kovahs' smile widened at Marcus' words; relief and contentment warming his heart as he continued to stroke the smaller man's back. "That's good to hear," he said softly, tilting his head to one side so that their noses brushed against each other once more. The contact sent a shiver of desire through him, but for now he held it at bay, focusing instead on Marcus' well-being.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked quietly, his hand lingering on Marcus' hip as he considered whether or not the massage might be too much.
"No...please..." Marcus said somewhat shyly. "...your touch feels good..."
Kovahs smiled down at Marcus, relieved that his touch was bringing the smaller man comfort. "Well then," he murmured, leaning in closer still until their lips brushed against each other in a chaste kiss. "I'll keep going as long as it feels good." With another gentle stroke of his hand across Marcus' lower back, he focused all of his attention on the sensations being exchanged between them; the soft warmth of Marcus' skin beneath his fingers, and the intoxicating scent of their entwined breath.
It was almost enough to distract him from the ache in his cock as it once again began to harden against Marcus' hip. Almost. But not quite.
Marcus pulled away slightly from the half-ogre's kiss. "Kovahs..." He said timidly, in a whisper. "...could we go to...some hot springs?..." His voice was soft and sleepy, seeming to ask permission to do something.
"Hot springs?" Kovahs repeated thoughtfully as he paused in his ministrations to Marcus' back. "That sounds wonderful." He smiled down at the smaller man, feeling a surge of affection for him. "I think I know just where we can find some." As if to reassure Marcus that they would indeed go together, he resumed massaging Marcus' lower back with gentle, soothing strokes. "Once you're feeling up to it again, we could even go today."
He looked away shyly. "I..." he swallowed. "...I thought we could go now..." He paused for a moment, considering his words. "...the warm water...and your touch...I'm sure I'll feel better faster." His voice was soft and sleepy. "You...could carry me..." His cheeks turned slightly red. "I-if you want..."
"Well," Kovahs said with a small chuckle as he considered Marcus' request, "it would be my honor to carry you." He slid his hand up the smaller man's spine until it cupped the nape of his neck, carefully pulling him close enough so that their noses brushed against each other again. "But only if you promise me something," he added with a hint of playfulness in his voice.
"What sort of thing?" Marcus asked curiously, tilting his head to one side as he gazed up at the half-ogre. His cheeks still retained a hint of color from his suggestion earlier.
"I want you to promise me that if I take care of you like this, carry you and make sure you feel better...you'll return the favor someday." Kovahs paused for a moment, searching Marcus' eyes as he said it. "Not just now or later today...but when you're feeling completely recovered, and we have all the time in the world..."
Marcus smiled up at him and reached up to cup his cheek. "I promise." His touch was gentle, and for a moment, Kovahs felt like he could drown in those deep blue eyes. He blinked, clearing his thoughts, before asking with forced casualness, "So, are you ready?"
Marcus laughed softly, obviously sensing his unease. "Yes," he said simply. "I'm ready." And he was; more than ready to trust Kovahs to carry him and make him feel better. Ready for whatever lay ahead in their strange and wonderful new life together.
Taking care not to jar Marcus' injured back any further, Kovahs slid his hands beneath the smaller man and lifted him effortlessly into his arms. With a soft groan of relief, Marcus settled against his chest as Kovahs stood up and made their way toward the cave exit. The cool air outside sent shivers through them both at first, but they quickly adjusted as they set off in search of the hot springs Kovahs had mentioned earlier.
The journey wasn't a long one; only about ten minutes' walk through the forest before they spotted a clearing nearby with steam rising from a small pool of water nestled at its center. As they drew closer, the warmth became more pronounced, and Marcus leaned into Kovahs gratefully as he adjusted his grip on the smaller man. "This is it," Kovahs whispered huskily, his gaze fixed on the inviting water before them.
He lowered Marcus carefully down until their legs were submerged in the steaming pool and Marcus could feel the heat beginning to seep back into his aching body. Settling onto his knees behind the smaller man, Kovahs leaned forward to massage Marcus' shoulders and neck, eliciting a contented sigh from him as he began to relax further.
"How does that feel?" Kovahs asked softly, his fingers working their magic on Marcus' tense muscles. "Better already, I hope." He glanced down at the smaller man's lower back where he could see a faint reddening of skin where it was no longer pressing against his chest. It would probably hurt a little when they first got into the hot water, but Kovahs was determined to make sure Marcus felt as good as new by the end of their sojourn
Marcus sighed in relief as he felt the warm water envelop him. "It feels... wonderful..." he said softly, leaning back against Kovahs's broad chest. The warmth was soothing and comforting; a balm for his aches and pains. With each stroke of Kovahs's strong fingers on his neck and shoulders, Marcus felt himself grow more and more relaxed; the weight of his tiredness began to slip off like discarded clothing. "Mmm," he hummed contentedly as Kovahs continued massaging him. "Thank you... for being so kind to me..." He whispered, feeling his cheeks turn slightly red.
"You're welcome," Kovahs replied with a quiet chuckle before moving on to massage the knots in Marcus' upper back. His fingers dug into the smaller man's flesh, kneading and stretching muscles that had been tense for far too long. "I care for you deeply, my love," he murmured against Marcus' ear, his breath sending shivers down the younger male's spine. "And I want nothing more than to make sure you feel better."
As he continued to work on Marcus' back, Kovahs became aware of a growing bulge forming against his own hip; an unmistakable sign that he was becoming aroused once again by their closeness and the intimate contact they shared. He paused in his ministrations for a moment, wondering if now might be the right time to suggest that they take this interaction even further into the realm of pleasure...or if perhaps Marcus needed more time to recover from their earlier exertions.
His heart racing with anticipation and desire, Kovahs leaned forward, brushing his lips against Marcus' earlobe before whispering, "Would you like me to make you feel even better?"
Marcus felt a small shiver run down his spine. "Mmm?" he murmured doubtfully. He was curious how Kovahs would make him even better; the massages seemed like they were enough. He nodded timidly. "S-sure..." He said softly, somewhat hesitantly.
Tilting Marcus' chin up with his thumb and forefinger so that their eyes met, Kovahs smiled reassuringly before lowering his lips to press them against the smaller man's in a tender kiss. As he deepened the kiss, one of his hands slid beneath the water to cup Marcus' groin, palming his swollen member through the sodden fabric of their pants.
The contact sent jolts of pleasure coursing through both men; Kovahs feeling Marcus' hard length grow even larger in his hand and hear the smaller man's soft moans against his lips, while Marcus gasped as he felt Kovahs' skillful touch on his most sensitive spot. With each stroke of his thumb over Marcus' straining cock, Kovahs tightened his hold, rubbing faster and harder until both men were panting and their breath mingled in the warm air around them.
When at last he felt Marcus tensing in his hand, Kovahs increased the pressure just a little more before easing off, still holding the smaller man's gaze as he waited for the pleasure to pass through him. Finally, with a contented sigh, Marcus sagged back against Kovahs' chest, spent and satisfied but not quite ready for their lovemaking session to end.
"You're incredible," Kovahs whispered hoarsely against Marcus' ear, his fingers trailing up the smaller man's stomach and chest to cup one of his breasts. "So responsive...so beautiful." His thumb brushed over the nipple, teasing it into a tight bud as he rolled it gently between his fingers.
Marcus arched into the touch, a soft moan escaping him as he felt himself growing even harder beneath Kovahs' hand. The sensation of being so close to the half-ogre was exhilarating; their lovemaking had always been intense, but this time it seemed deeper somehow...more connected. He could feel his orgasm building once again, and this time he knew there would be no holding back.
With a shuddering breath, Kovahs leaned in to press his lips against Marcus' neck, suckling at the skin until he felt the smaller man tremble beneath him. "Let go," he murmured, his hand moving between them to stroke Marcus' erection faster and harder. "I'm here...I want you to let it all out for me."
Marcus cried out as he came, his back arching and his whole body trembling as pleasure washed over him in wave after waves of bliss. He could feel the release coursing through every fiber of his being; flowing out from him and into Kovahs' hand where it was met with more firm caresses and soft words of encouragement.
As the smaller man subsided once again, still shivering from the intense climax, Kovahs held him close, burying his face in Marcus' neck as he felt another powerful orgasm wrack his own body. It seemed that their lovemaking would never end; that they were fused together in some indescribable way.
Finally, as his strength began to ebb and the last tremors of pleasure faded away, Kovahs lifted Marcus from the water, carrying him back through the clearing toward their cave where they could rest and recuperate once more in each other's arms. The journey seemed much shorter this time; the afterglow of their lovemaking filling them with a sense of euphoria that made even the weight of Marcus' injured body feel light as air.
As they emerged from the clearing and approached their cave, Kovahs couldn't help but marvel at how perfect everything felt. The air was warm and pleasant against his skin, the smell of the forest and hot springs mingling with the scent of Marcus that clung to him like a precious perfume.
The smaller man nestled comfortably into his shoulder, his head resting on Kovahs' broad chest as they walked slowly back toward their lair. "It really is wonderful here," Marcus murmured sleepily, yawning before continuing. "I don't want to go back."
Kovahs smiled down at him, feeling his heart swell with happiness and love for the smaller man in his arms. "Don't worry," he assured him softly. "We won't have to. We can make our home here together, if that's what you want..." He sighed contentedly, letting out a quiet chuckle as they finally reached their cave and stepped inside. There would be plenty of time for more talk later; right now all he wanted was to collapse with Marcus on their bed of leaves and drift off to sleep in each other's arms once more.
Soon enough, the steady sound of both their breathing deepened as exhaustion claimed them, leaving them at peace...at least for the night.
"It is perfect," Kovahs murmured as he settled down on the bed of leaves with Marcus in his arms. His fingers traced soft circles across the smaller man's back, soothing away the last remnants of tension and exhaustion. "And it will only become more so as we make this our home, together." He pressed a kiss to the top of Marcus' head, feeling an overwhelming sense of contentment wash over him at the thought.
He could feel Marcus relaxing in his embrace; their hearts beating slowly and steadily against each other's chests as they drifted off into a deep, satisfying sleep. And for now, that was all that truly mattered. They had time; an eternity it seemed like, to explore this new world together and find out what else it held in store for them. But for the present moment, all Kovahs wanted was to hold Marcus close and let himself be lost in the pure happiness of their love.
As they drifted off to sleep, Kovahs couldn't help but smile in contentment. It seemed their love was meant to be, and he looked forward to seeing where it would take them next. Their adventures together had only just begun, but already he knew that nothing could ever compare to the sense of peace and happiness he found when he held Marcus close.
With a sigh of contentment, Kovahs let himself sink deeper into sleep; his thoughts filled with visions of their future together: exploring new lands, raising families, growing old side by side. Nothing could ever tear them apart...not danger nor adversity nor time itself. For as long as there was breath in him, he would love Marcus unconditionally and fiercely, cherishing every moment they spent together.
As he drifted off to sleep, Kovahs found himself lost in dreams of their future together; images of them building a life filled with laughter and love, exploring new lands and raising children who would know nothing but the joy that came from being a part of such an incredible family. Even in his dreams, the bond between them felt unbreakable; a connection so deep and profound it defied explanation.
He wrapped one powerful arm around Marcus' waist, holding him close as they slept, content in the knowledge that no matter what challenges or hardships lay ahead, they would face them together...always. Their love was their strength, and together there was nothing they couldn't overcome.