Gift of the forest
Winter had slowly released its relentless hold on the lands and the Dalmati dared venture from their winter camp. They had met up with a few other tribes for an impromptu spring gather and were busy trading foodstuff and furs, news and gossip.
Ti looked up from the herbs she was inspecting as the two healers across from her leaned their heads together, whispering and pointing. She turned to see what had caught their attention and could only smile wryly and shake her head no at their questions.
Hair darker than bronze and skin pale and untouched by the sun were unusual traits but not unheard of among the tribes. But colors quite like Eyliron's were… well, mythological almost. Even so, she would not spill any of her tribe's secrets to these gossips.
But she watched. Rolan lead the small group of men, as should be among other tribes, browsing with a keen, experienced eye among the offerings on display. Eyliron followed, boredom on his face until he spotted colorful clothes or shining trinkets. Ti shook her head and frowned when Fael leaned in close and murmured something in his lover's ear, Eyliron smiled, pleased. Then he motioned for Rolan who nodded after a moment and began bartering for the item that had caught Eyliron's fancy. They were far too accommodating of the dark haired man.
At the end of the line were young Ry, following in the men's steps, keeping them in his sights. He'd had an eye for Rolan for a long time, Ti knew, and it had become more obvious as Rolan's tendencies towards men had become common knowledge with Eyliron's arrival. Ti could tell Rolan was both flattered and a bit uneasy with the young man's attention. For all his experience he was not quite sure how to handle it.
But Eyliron also knew this, and Ti suspected he'd handle it if he felt it needed. Ry walked passed Fael and Eyliron, who were busy chatting between themselves, and stood by Rolan as he inspected a new set of Siwas. Rolan hardly glanced at Ry but Ti noticed how he straightened up, tucked his arms closer to his body. Ry was undeterred but he did nothing more, glancing Eyliron's way briefly. He knew he wouldn't have Rolan as long as Eyliron had him in his bed.
Ti supposed Eyliron knew this as well, judging by the look he gave Ry out of the corner of his eye.
~*~
Eyliron hummed some wordless tune as he sat cross-legged on the mat by the fire, braiding beads into his hair in no discernable pattern. Fael was watching him out of the corner of his eye, Eyliron felt his gaze across his naked back and a smile crossed his lips. He knew Fael suspected he was up to something again, but he ignored his young lover for now, intent on his business.
He twined another bead into the braid before tying it off with a red ribbon and let it fall among the others down his back, pleased at the tinkling sounds they made as he moved, pleased at the slide of cool glass and smooth hair and ribbons along his skin.
Rolan entered their tent then, pausing for a moment to look at Eyliron, then Fael who only raised an eyebrow and shrugged in answer. Rolan sighed and sat to remove his boots and leg leathers, they were muddy and wet.
"How much did the traps yield?" Fael asked, taking the root he'd been chewing from his mouth.
"Enough to trade us another sack of flour in the morning." Rolan tugged loose the lacings of his leather jerkin and opened his shirt. He eyed Fael where he sat in his pants and clan shirt, and shrugged before he changed into his as well.
"Yury mentioned the river has opened again…"
Eyliron ignored them as they continued to discuss hunting and trade and the tribes' travels. He loosened the ties on his schouran and gathered the fabrics he'd gotten this day at the gathering, beautiful turquoise and blue, a bit of fire orange threaded with green and yellow. He slid them one by one around his bare hips, just so, and fastened them with more ribbons.
He didn't look at the others, he didn't need to, he knew he had their attention as he stood for their voices quieted. He stepped around the fire, slowly and gracefully, between where Fael and Rolan sat, and reached for the tent flap. The moment before he left he gave them a look over his shoulder, under his lashes, coy, inviting, and then stepped outside.
He could imagine the look the two men gave each other, surprised and baffled, then slowly comprehending and smoldering as they got to their feet to follow. He heard the soft treads of forest sure feet behind him, his own naked ones not making a sound.
He shivered at the sweep and caress of the evening cool grasses against his calves, the cloths against his thighs and the beads down his back. The gazes locked on his form. He lead them just a bit further away from camp, to a glade where he had set wards earlier, where the moss was thick and the trees old and gnarly and bent. There he stopped and waited.
They stood behind him, not moving, hunter patient. Waiting too, perhaps, to see what he would do next. He admitted he liked playing like this, keeping his lovers wary and on their toes. Curious to see what they would do when he did nothing. He tossed his hair a bit, just to hear the beads tinkle together.
Then one of them moved, slow, sure steps that brought a large, strong body close to his left shoulder. He felt the heat off of him, sensed the strength in him, and it made Eyliron giddy with anticipation.
"What is this?" Rolan murmured quietly in that low, amused voice he had sometimes when he knew Eyliron was playing. He waited a moment for an answer but didn't get one. "A forest waif, Fael," he said, a bit louder to invite the younger man in the game.
"How rare," Fael said, though not moving yet. "What shall we do with such a gift?"
"Hmmm," Rolan uttered deep in his throat, and Eyliron had to stifle a shiver.
Then he felt the sharp edge of a spear slowly sliding along the outside of his leg and this time he couldn't hold back his body's response. He just knew Rolan smiled at his gasp, he could hear it in his voice when he spoke. "Seems we shouldn't waste it, nor decline the offering." He leaned in and murmured in Eyliron's ear, "Wouldn't want to irk the gods."
Eyliron's smile widened, such flattery. Then something cool touched his other leg, just above the knee and he couldn't stop himself from glancing down. The tip of Fael's spear, held steadily against his skin, effectively holding him captive together with Rolan's. And he hadn't even heard the younger man move closer.
Eyliron gave Rolan a wry look at having had the game turned around on him. But really, he shouldn't be so surprised; his lovers were clever and inventive. It made the blood run hot in his veins when they took control like this.
Rolan stepped closer, molding his front to Eylrion's back and he leaned into him, his strength, and reached back with a hand to caress a firm, leather clad buttocks. "So you had us trade for all these beads and cloths, just so you could dress up in them?" He raised his spear and held it where Eyliron could see it, then let it drop to the ground.
Eyliron smiled and licked his lips, momentarily distracted by the cool slide of a spearhead moving higher on his thigh, raising the cloths a bit. "Yes. I'd say it's a worthy price for a forest waif's attention."
"You intend to pay us back?" Rolan's empty hand lowered again and Eyliron felt the light caress of fingertips along his ribs. He merely swayed his hips back into Rolan's groin and was rewarded with a gasp. "Did you hear that, Fael?" Rolan groaned. "We'll be rewarded for our generous offerings."
Fael stepped around them and moved his spear from Eyliron's leg to his arm, and he met his gaze. "Yes, I heard." His voice was low and hoarse.
Eyliron let his lashes slide down as he leaned his head back on Rolan's shoulder. Fael spun his spear upside down and stuck it head first into the ground, before accepting the throat offered and stepped in to take advantage of it. Eyliron drew a deep breath as lips moved from his ear to the dip between his collarbones and up to suck on the line of his jaw. Fael was so good with his mouth.
A band of iron in the shape of Rolan's arm wrapped around his middle and held him as Rolan started rubbing his erection against Eyliron's butt. He took a deep breath at the insistent pressure, his own flesh responding, and his hips rolling to find friction against Fael's hip.
Fael husked out a laugh where he had his face against Eyliron's skin. "Seems this waif is eager for our attentions."
Rolan murmured agreement and suddenly Eyliron felt a strong grip in his hair, holding him immobile as Fael started working his hand in under the cloths, seeking. He slid them back, one by one, watching Eyliron's face with an intent gaze, and Eyliron couldn't help the liquid shiver of excitement that passed through him. He bit his lip at Rolan's chuckle.
Fael's fingers found his skin and wasted no time in sliding along the dip of his hip to the rising erection, tenting the front of his garments. "Oh, yes!" Eyliron groaned. Fael curled his hand around his cock and Eyliron felt his knees wobble. Rolan held him tighter.
"Fael," he murmured, and the younger man looked at him across their dark-haired lover's shoulder. Eyliron was too focused on the pleasure pooling in his groin to fully understand what went on, until he felt slippery fingers sliding along his cock, adding to the ones already there. He tried looking to discern whose, but there was still an arm holding him up and a fist in his hair; not Rolan's then.
Sweet gods, which meant Rolan was holding him for Fael to do with as he pleased. He felt his cock twitch at the thought.
"So eager," Fael murmured, and started stroking in earnest. Eyliron was torn between thrusting forward into the warm, tight friction, or back to rub against Rolan. Fael leaned in and took Eyliron's mouth in a deep, demanding kiss, and then Rolan was nibbling and sucking on his ear.
Between the hand on his cock, the hardness pressed against his ass, and the two hot, demanding mouths pleasuring him, it wasn't long before he felt close to coming. He began to struggle, twisting to make them stop and understand he didn't want to come yet, but they were relentless.
Then a finger pushed in between Rolan's groin and between Eyliron's butt cheeks, unerringly finding its target, and he was done for. Eyliron came with a hoarse cry that Fael swallowed and Rolan groaned deeply at the sound.
He was held upright by his lovers' hands and the warm press of their bodies. They waited for him to calm his breathing and open his eyes, and when he did he saw Fael licking his fingers clean. He groaned and felt his cock give a last twitch.
"Don't worry," Rolan whispered, "we're not done yet, little waif."
Oh, he surely hoped not.
There was a gleam of metal at the edge of his vision and he started, but he couldn't move for the grip around his middle. Fael held the hunter's knife for a moment in front of him – it was Rolan's knife, he recognized the markings, and felt surprised at the gesture and what it might mean – and then lowered it and began cutting the ties on Eyliron's cloths.
He instinctively sucked in his stomach at each cool slide of metal against his skin, and his body began to tense and anticipate at each tugging cut. The folds of fabric fell down around their feet, one by one, and soon he was clothed in nothing but the beads and ribbons in his hair and the embrace of his lovers. They were both still fully dressed and he eyed Fael meaningfully.
But the young man didn't do anything about it, merely turned the knife handle first and held it out to Rolan, who released the grip of Eyliron's hair to accept it back. Eyliron glanced over his shoulder at Rolan, but couldn't read his face. Then he felt a hot mouth on his chest and looked at Fael as he slowly worked his way down his body, Rolan helpfully removing his arm for a moment before holding him tightly again.
Fael glanced up at them both for a second and then he dropped to his knees. His hands held Eyliron's hips and then his mouth was on his limp cock, licking it clean with slow, leisurely strokes. Eyliron moaned and arched his shoulders back against Rolan's chest, his hips moving forward, asking Fael for more.
"We're not done yet," Rolan murmured, his voice full of promise.
Then there were fingers sliding along the crevice on his butt again, Rolan's now, and Eyliron widened his stance as much he could without disturbing Fael's gentle ministrations. There was no slow, lazy preparation from Rolan, he almost at once thrust his finger in as far as it would go, and Eyliron nearly became cross-eyed at the contradictory sensations.
Fael was bringing life back into Eyliron's cock with each slow pass of his tongue and as Eyliron looked down, he took the head into his mouth and flicked his tongue across the tip.
"Oh!" Eyliron cried out, thrusting before he could stop himself. Rolan's finger nearly slipped out, but when he shifted his hips back to take it inside again there were two of them. Eyliron groaned and relaxed as best he could with his head spinning to let them in. He was being stretched, Rolan turning his fingers slowly to find the right spot and he cried out again, feeling as if his balls were going to explode.
Fael released his cock and chuckled as he nuzzled the dark curls at his groin. He slowly stood and licked his lips. "I think he's ready."
Rolan murmured agreement, removed his fingers and handed Fael a vial of oil. Eyliron moaned as he watched him unlace his pants and slick his erection. Soon, soon now. Please, now!
Suddenly Rolan's arm tightened around his waist and his other hand gripped around the back of his thigh, raising it for Fael to hold. Fael stepped in tight to Eyliron and reached around to spread his buttocks.
"Yes, please, yes. Now!" Eyliron begged – oh, he begged! – and Fael rolled his hips and nudged at his opening, wanting in. Eyliron raised his leg as high as he could, leaned back against Rolan for a better angle. He gripped Fael's shirt, nearly ripping the neck lacings, as Fael entered. He let out a keening wail, gasping, and reached up and back to tangle his fingers in Rolan's hair. The man grunted, both from the effort of holding Eyliron up as Fael made the first real thrust, as well as from the pain of tugged strands.
Fael closed his eyes for a moment and when he looked up again he met Rolan's eyes, burning, intense.
"Give him…" Rolan said hoarsely, then paused before saying, "Take him!" And he raised Eyliron a bit further until he was on tip toes with the foot still on the ground.
Eyliron cried out when Fael stepped in, the angle was just right, and he kept moaning as Fael moved swiftly, greedily for completion. His cock bounced against his stomach, drooling and aching and neglected, but he didn't reach for it; this was out of his hands, literally, had been since they entered this glade, and he found he like it that way.
Fael was moving into his last thrusts and Eyliron reached out to pull him closer, wanting to kiss him, but the position was wrong, and then Fael grunted and spilled deep inside him. Eyliron moaned, murmuring garbled words of denial, wanting more, needing it, but Fael only waited for a moment for his breath to calm, before he pulled out and released his leg with a look at Rolan.
"Little waif," Rolan murmured close to his ear, "have you more to give?" Eyliron shook his head, mind still stuck on Fael and the kisses he'd been denied. "No?" Rolan asked, not really sounding upset.
"Yes! Oh, please, just let me –" he hurried to say, holding out his hand for Fael. He was released then, sudden removal of Rolan's arm making him stumble, weak-kneed and aching. So needy, and Fael caught him in a strong embrace. The kiss was everything Eyliron wanted, deep, consuming, conveying all the lust and passion of the act. He pressed against Fael, rubbing his cock against his groin and moaning into his mouth.
"More, more," he asked between kisses.
Warm, large hands gripped his hips and dragged them back, robbing him of the relieving friction he'd found, pulled his ass flush against Rolan's groin. He nearly bit Fael's lip when he felt the heavy cock sliding along the top of his ass. He broke free from Fael to look over his shoulder and saw Rolan slowly preparing himself, slick fingers stroking his length and then down to rub at Eyliron's hole. He shuddered and moaned, licked his lips and begged Rolan with his body to take what he wanted from him.
And Rolan did, pressing inside without pause until he was in to the root. He moaned then, low and drawn out, and Eyliron squeezed him tighter. A hand shot up to fist in his hair and hold him still for the first long, deep plunge, making him look at Rolan out of the corner of his eye. "Little waif."
He moaned. "You like that…"
Rolan met his eyes. "Yes." His hips kept moving, rolling, slow and deep, as he leaned over Eyliron's back, making Fael tighten his hold around his shoulders. "A gift, just for us." Then he released Eyliron's hair and wrapped both hands tightly around his hips, holding him firmly for the long, pounding thrusts he began to give him.
Eyliron gasped and clung to Fael. The young man was panting in time with Rolan now; Eyliron felt the rapid beat of his heart, mimicking the pulsing of Rolan's flesh inside his body, thinking his lovers were as one with each other, with himself. So deeply rewarded was he.
Rolan kept up the drive and flex of his hips, closing his eyes, Eyliron saw, absorbed in his own body and what it took from Eyliron's. He grunted and groaned, his fingers tightening and flexing around Eyliron's hips. He turned his face up to Fael, stretching his neck to reach his lips with his own. Their breaths mingled for a moment, washing hot and moist over his cheek, and then Fael took his mouth with a groan.
Between them Eyliron was suspended, his body undulating and alive, filled and overflowing, and all he could do to express his passions were to give them more.
He began pushing back onto Rolan's cock, tilting his hips to get it how he wanted it, and Rolan answered with a grunt. Then he reached around and took Eyliron's aching cock in a firm grip, beginning to stroke it in time, and Eyliron's eyes shot wide before he squeezed them shut.
He wailed, pressing his face into the crook of Fael's shoulder, and tightened around Rolan.
"Yes, yes," Fael panted in his ear. "Come, meyly. Come for him."
"Ah!" There was no hesitation. He shuddered and came in Rolan's fist. Trembling and dazed he felt Rolan make his last hard thrusts and then he was filled with warmth.
For how long they stood like that he couldn't tell, but he groaned when he felt Rolan withdraw and lean over his back. They helped him upright, pressing close against his front and back, and he was warm and sated. A warm, wet trail was slowly running down his thigh and he shivered at the ticklish feeling.
Rolan gave a tired chuckle and Fael smiled. "I'd say it was a good gift."
~*~
Eyliron lifted his head from the nest of furs and blankets they'd made under the low bent branches of the sallow and let his gaze wander slowly around the glade.
There. A flittering of sheerest white, frail mist among the trees. He frowned a bit, not very pleased with the intrusion, and made a shooing motion with his hand. The white gave a twitch, like it hadn't thought to be discovered watching, and fluttered out of sight.
Eyliron watched for a bit longer, then extended his senses. Ah, a ward that had weakened. He set it right and then snuggled down between his lovers again, pressing close to Fael's naked body for the warmth.
"Waifs…" he muttered, before he fell back asleep.
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