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Homecoming *The next of my fantasy-erotic fiction stories. ..
🕑 Added 2022-02-01 22:17:00 +0000 UTC Homecoming*The next of my fantasy-erotic fiction stories. Please leave a tip at the bottom if you enjoyed!
Neerland was so lost in thought he jumped when Satty tapped his arm.
"This is the best cut, Cypress will like it. It'll make your pie just perfect."
Neerland laughed, "Am I so predictable? Should I try something else?"
Satty shook her head. "Cypress told me he dreams of your pie on the way home. He says it's how he knows he's really home."
The huge man smiled happily, picking up the perfect ingredients and piling them in to his baskets. Satty helped him, chatting casually. Neerland couldn't stop looking up at the spires of the mountains behind them.
"What was he off doing?"
"A family of nobles went exploring on Mount Ryein and didn't return, Cypress and the rangers went to make sure they get back."
"Mount Ryein? That's not a good idea for inexperienced mountaineers."
"Why they sent the rangers I suppose. But thank you, Satty, and maybe someday I'll share the recipe."
They both laughed and the half-orc walked out of the market and down the path. He waved and greeted a few more townsfolk as he made his way out to the log cabin he had built. The bees buzzed in the flowers as he walked up the path and in the door.
Neerland had set the pie out to cool when he heard the unexpected sound of hooves. He stepped out front, the dogs barking at the strange creature, and saw a gorgeous chestnut horse ridden by an even more gorgeous elven man, his golden hair flowing in the breeze. Neerland found himself stunned, no matter how many times Cypress would come home he took Neerland's breath away.
The elf stepped down from the horse, patting its flank, and bending down to greet the dogs, who jumped up on him and licked his face. Cypress hugged them. "I've missed you guys too! Oh you're so cute, you want a belly rub?" He looked up as Neerland approached and gasped as he was scooped up in his husband's strong arms. "My love!" he managed to get out before Neerland was kissing him and nearly squeezing the breath from him. Eventually, Cypress was able to catch his breath. "I missed you too, my darling. And I brought you a gift. Besides the horse, of course, she's lovely, a gift from Lady Gillington. Absolutely insisted. Here."
He pulled a wooden box from the saddlebags and handed it carefully to Neerland, then continued unpacking. "Go on, open it!"
Neerland carefully unclasped the box and gasped, inside it was filled with rare and expensive spices and preserves, many from the distant northern lands of his youth. He gasped, staring at the treasure before him.
"I knew that was the perfect one." Cypress was at his side, leaning in his arm. "Do I smell your venison pie, love?"
"Of course!" Neerland kissed him on top of his head.
Cypress sighed happily.
Neerland was whistling happily to himself, drying and putting up the dishes. He began to light the lamps in the house as the sun slowly fell behind the mountains.
"Neer, darling, could you come here please?"
He opened the door to see Cypress lounging in the bath quite comfortably and very alluringly posed.
"It seems I dropped the sponge." The elf gave him a wry grin, but Neerland didn't need any more incentive, his clothes were already coming off and he climbed carefully into the large tub. Sponge in hand, Neerland began to slide the soapy sponge across Cypress' skin, following the rinse with a series of soft kisses. He could feel his husband's muscles slowly relaxing - no matter how happy Cypress said he was to be home it always seemed to take time to release his tension. Neerland was happy to help. His hands slid under Cypress, lifting his hips a little out of the water, and carefully wrapped his tongue around his husband's cock, taking in the sweet taste. He heard Cypress gasp, and smiled to himself, moving his tongue with agonizing slowness, teasing him with his tongue. He felt slender fingers in his hair, urging him deeper but he took his time sliding his tongue and lips all over the delightfully hard cock. When he finally slid Cypress' cock deep in to his mouth, he felt Cypress' whole body shudder, his muscles hardening under the skin. Neer felt the telltale pressure of Cypress' fingers on his neck and prepared as the orgasm shuddered through the elf's gorgeous body. He reveled in the sensation, both familiar and exciting, his hands caressing Cypress gently and eventually slowly letting him back in to the water. They laid there in the tub a while, kissing, Neerland floating under him and resting Cypress' smaller body on his chest. Cypress' hands wandered and Neer laid back and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of the dextrous fingers touching his skin. Cypress loved his husband's soft, deceptively strong body, he loved being wrapped up like this in his arms, where nothing and no one could bother them. His fingers found the thick member and stroked it gently, listening to the low guttural noises Neer made deep in his chest. Soon the fat cock was peeking out from the bathwater and Cypress had to use both hands to wrap around. He began to move quickly, his fingers knowing where to squeeze, where to press and where to touch to make Neer squirm under him, shiver and moan and how to tease a loud and very welcome orgasm from the orc.
Neer awoke shivering in the tub and smiled seeing Cypress fast asleep on his chest. He picked them both up, wrapping them in towels and carrying them to the bed. He dried Cypress off, and laughed when he sleepily reached out for Neerland. He stoked the fire and crawled in to bed, pulling his husband close, listening to his breathing. After a few moments, the dogs and a fluffy orange cat hopped up on the bed, cuddling up to their favourite people.
Neer drifted off, feeling perfectly happy. Everything was right now, they were a family. They were Home.
