Busy with tugging at Uldren's own garments, Mac nearly ignored the words spoken, as such things were usually nonsense in the heat of the moment. Fortunately his elation over finally tugging the man's pants away enough to share in gripping a heated arousal have the Guardian a moment of clarity and he heard every growled syllable.
Were he a weaker man less accustomed to Uldren's violent passion he might have come on the spot. As it was, Mac very nearly lost it, but he tensed his fist around the prince's cock and tugged slowly, almost too tight to move and not terribly unlike it would be if the Crow were somewhere else instead of his Guardian pet's hand. Maybe not quite as tight as other places, really.
"Why ask for what you won't give me?" Mac rasped a whisper, squeezing and tugging, turning his wrist just a bit to create a slow twisting - though he was careful not to do anything too crazy.
"You want to hear me beg? Out here in the woods on some alien planet? You want me to beg for you? I beg for you every time I look at you," the warlock hissed, closing his mouth over the Prince's for a moment, pulling back from the kiss to suckle briefly at his lower lip. Satisfied, he moved his mouth again, speaking against Uldren's mouth so every word was a caress.
"I always want you, you majesty. Hmm haha...Every time I have to stand in some great hall, waiting while you talk to some irritating bureaucrat, I long for you. Always hoping you'll get fed up with the politics and just spice up the conversation by having me right there on the table in front of every appointment. You think I wouldn't want you now, out here in the woods a million lifetimes away from all of our troubles, with no one to judge us but the rain and the birds? You're mad. If I thought you really wanted anything more than dinner and sleep, I'd beg you right now to stop thinking about strangers and elves. I'm right here and I know you like what I've got."
It was probably the raunchiest dialogue the Guardian had ever given - even if it was, largely, still pretty clean - but he felt free to do so in those woods. There were no royal guards, no sisters, no duties; there was nothing in all the world to keep them from doing anything they wanted, because there was no one whose opinions either of them worried about. No word would go back to their families about what they did. So long as they were in that strange world with no means of reaching anyone else, they were freed from all obligations. Which meant Mac was equally free from a large portion of his external inhibitions.
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Were he a weaker man less accustomed to Uldren's violent passion he might have come on the spot. As it was, Mac very nearly lost it, but he tensed his fist around the prince's cock and tugged slowly, almost too tight to move and not terribly unlike it would be if the Crow were somewhere else instead of his Guardian pet's hand. Maybe not quite as tight as other places, really.
"Why ask for what you won't give me?" Mac rasped a whisper, squeezing and tugging, turning his wrist just a bit to create a slow twisting - though he was careful not to do anything too crazy.
"You want to hear me beg? Out here in the woods on some alien planet? You want me to beg for you? I beg for you every time I look at you," the warlock hissed, closing his mouth over the Prince's for a moment, pulling back from the kiss to suckle briefly at his lower lip. Satisfied, he moved his mouth again, speaking against Uldren's mouth so every word was a caress.
"I always want you, you majesty. Hmm haha...Every time I have to stand in some great hall, waiting while you talk to some irritating bureaucrat, I long for you. Always hoping you'll get fed up with the politics and just spice up the conversation by having me right there on the table in front of every appointment. You think I wouldn't want you now, out here in the woods a million lifetimes away from all of our troubles, with no one to judge us but the rain and the birds? You're mad. If I thought you really wanted anything more than dinner and sleep, I'd beg you right now to stop thinking about strangers and elves. I'm right here and I know you like what I've got."
It was probably the raunchiest dialogue the Guardian had ever given - even if it was, largely, still pretty clean - but he felt free to do so in those woods. There were no royal guards, no sisters, no duties; there was nothing in all the world to keep them from doing anything they wanted, because there was no one whose opinions either of them worried about. No word would go back to their families about what they did. So long as they were in that strange world with no means of reaching anyone else, they were freed from all obligations. Which meant Mac was equally free from a large portion of his external inhibitions.