Kirk Tabris

It had been an hour or two since everyone had gone to bed with the exception of Alistair, he sat resolute by Kirk’s bed not wanting to leave the elf until he was sure he was okay. Kirk had done a lot for Alistair; he had found his sister, taught him to be strong, and given him someone to talk to when all the pain of the journey and of Duncan’s death seemed too much to endure. Reaching over he took Kirk’s hand in his own, gripped it gently but firmly, bowed his head with eyes closed and prayed for Kirk’s recovery and some answers as to what had happened to him.







Kirk sighed with pleasure as Alistair gripped the elf’s thick, hard cock firmly and pumped it with long steady strokes, the tattooed youth rolling his hips in rhythm with the Ex-Templar’s sensual motions. He lay on his back, naked on the silken sheets of a grand bed, finely stitched trousers made from expensive material bundled at his ankles. The newly crowned king; Alistair lay at his side propped up on one arm, the other working Kirk’s meat, kissing his shoulder softly, his stubble scraping the blonde elf’s skin eliciting shivers.









Alistair lifted his head from his long prayer as Kirk shifted in the bed and was granted quite a sight; straining against the sheets of the bed was Kirk’s rather ample erection. He looked away embarrassed, as if he were intruding on some private moment, as if he had just walked in on Kirk and woman entwined in the act of passion. Staring at the closed bedroom door, he felt a curiosity well up inside of him; he had wondered ever since their prolonged talk about sex why the elf considered himself ‘well off’. He listened for anyone in the hallway and when he was sure the coast was clear, he gingerly lifted the sheets off of Kirk’s sleeping frame revealing Kirk’s erection, the midnight air tickling its hot length. He inhaled softly as he took in the sight; it was bigger than it looked under the sheets. He wasn’t quite sure why he was doing this, sure, curiosity for curiosity’s sake, but why was he so fascinated? They were close, very close… but not in that way!



“…Alistair…” mumbled Kirk causing him to leap from his seat and stumble back about to exclaim at the top of his lungs that he was innocent and hadn’t done anything when he realized Kirk was just sleep-talking.



“He’s dreaming about me?” whispered the Ex-Templar perplexedly as he took his seat by Kirk’s bedside once more, not replacing the sheets, too entranced by his own mischief and the mystery of Kirk's dreams and excitement.







Kirk bucked his hips and groaned Alistair’s name as the King slid his lips down Kirk’s long member, taking the full length deep inside his throat, working the elf’s hard meat, fondling his balls, exciting him further, bringing release closer and closer, rendering him oblivious to burning eyes of the foreign presence that watched this fantasy unfold. Alistair slid himself down the tattooed elf’s meaty pole one more time and Kirk exploded his semen pouring into the King’s mouth like salty lukewarm lava.







Alistair edged a little closer; he had been leaning in to get a closer look at Kirk’s dick every few minutes then quickly retreating and covering him up once more, before pulling off the sheets and getting an even closer look each time, constantly afraid Kirk would wake up and catch him in his inquiry. Now he hovered right over it, breathing heavily, his hot breath tingling the tip of the mighty pole. He began to move away once more as Kirk spontaneously erupted, spraying hot cum literally all over Alistair’s face, ropes of the sensual slime landing in his open mouth, the Ex-Templar falling back in surprise and horror, knocking the chair as he fell, but caught it, stopping it from falling over with a crash. He wiped at his face with his hand vigorously byt only getting some of the semen off, spitting what he could from his mouth but the taste and feeling remained; vague disgust was splayed across his face as a slight blush crept into his cheeks. As he looked up at the bed he found Kirk sleeping soundly, a content look on his face as his erection slowly fell.