Devil to PayPart 13...... I could hear voices. I could feel a warm blanket around me. Okay, it smelled of fucking horses, but who cares? I like horses. But I smelt...oh, I smelt...roasted cheese as well. My mouth watered. I tried to raise myself up on one elbow, but I couldn't. I settled for a rhetorical question. I fucking knew I could smell roasted cheese. Then a missile flew at me, and lay down beside me, and captured my mouth in a kiss. It almost made me forget I was dying to pee. And it almost made me forget there was a cactus up my arse. Nearly, but not quite. I signaled my most urgent need into the sweet mouth nibbling my lips. He got up and found the bottle. I used it, gratefully. Filled the bugger right up, in fact. Tino brought me over some cheese, and bread and an apple. I didn't know if I could manage to eat it - but, fuck, I was going to try. I did manage a mouthful of cheese, and a small bit of the bread, and the young boy brought me a mug of tea -yes a fucking mug ...oh, god, I'd died and gone to heaven... I loved him, whoever he was. The tea was nectar. Best thing I ever tasted. Tino repeated his story for my benefit. I loved the bit where Smiley (Basil- Oh, shit!) got bonked over the head. Good enough for him. Cunt! But I was a bit worried about moving from this nice warm spot. Truth was, I wasn't sure if my legs would carry me. But I said nothing. There was a little while, yet. Lighe said it was time to change the dressing. Oh, god - I wasn't sure. I turned my back towards him, and away from the group huddled round the fire. Luckily they were far enough away. Funnily enough it wasn't them seeing my arse that bothered me - but them seeing Lighe touching it. Men are funny buggers. Especially when it comes to their loved ones. And he was my loved one. Very much loved. It hurt like fuck when he pulled the thing out, and it hurt even more going back in. I tried not to scream, not to worry him, but I couldn't help moaning as his finger went inside me. "Sorry Sblom!", he whispered into my ear. "I'm trying to be gentle, but..." "...But how easy is it to be gentle shoving a cactus up your lover's arse?" I countered, trying to diffuse the tension. It worked. He giggled. I love that sound. If he makes that noise when I'm inside him, or he's inside me - I shall come immediately. Our bed must be designated a No Giggling zone. "It's not a cactus, you fruit loop, just my boxers..." He whispered in my ear. His warm breath tickled the back of my neck. Men are strange buggers, and I admit, I am a man. In spite of the agony spinning around at my back end, my front end was rising - majestically. "Are mine sacrificed to the cause, too, Lighe? Because if they're not, I could do with them on me, love." I didn't tell him why. Not yet. He brought them to me. They were clean. He very proudly informed me he'd washed all the gunk off them. God bless the man. I struggled, under the blanket, to hide my dick from interested eyes. I admit I couldn't care a flying fuck about five pairs of those eyes seeing my condition. But I did care, very much, indeed, about one. |