This is so incredibly irrelevant, but I thought I would share with you guys that I have started saving these files on my computer as "MyAssKing" and it makes me chuckle every single time I open them. I imagine a man with a crown made of several golden bootie cheeks and also sitting on a throne of bootie cheeks, making royal decrees such as, "Eat ass, go fast."
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Traveling with Davahn almost feels natural, as if a second shadow has started following me around. Despite the fact that we're traveling by foot, we end up reaching the next town in what feels like little to no time at all. From what I can tell by the measure of hustle and bustle going on around us and the smells of various baked or grilled goodsβ I'd wager we arrived just in time for lunch.
Thank the gods for that. My stomach is eating me alive.
We end up finding a family owned hole-in-the-wall spot to eat, trying our best to lay low in the off chance that we're still being followed. Finishing quickly, we ask our server to point us towards the closest stables on our way out.
I wait outside while Davahn haggles with the horse breeder, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible while I keep watch for any trouble. When Davahn finally comes out, he's accompanied by two mares, one black and one brown. As he hands me the reins to the brown one, I shake my head.
"You
didn't
just buy me a horse, right?"
Davahn looks as if I just asked him if he were a dark elf, "No, I bought you a pegasus." He pushes the reins into my hands before he says, "Yes, I bought you a horse. Now, we need to get moving. We've already stayed here too long." He's all business as he hoists himself onto his horse, and not wanting to be left in the dust like an idiot, I follow suit.
As we begin riding side by side down the busy street, I quietly say to him, "Please don't buy me things."
The dark elf nearly chokes on a laugh before he says, "I never imagined I'd hear a beautiful woman tell me that."
I roll my eyes so hard that I almost give myself a headache. "I'm serious. It makes me uncomfortable."
Looking incredibly puzzled, he draws his brows together before asking me, "Why?"
"Because it..." I struggle to think of an explanation for what I'm feeling. I'm jobless, homeless, bordering on sanity-less. All things considered, I should be grateful for the help. I sigh as I continue, "I don't know. I'm not used to being given anything. It makes me feel like I owe you something."
"You don't owe me anything." Davahn makes the statement very matter of factly, pausing for a brief moment as we pass by a loud caravan of travelers before he continues speaking. "I don't do anything that I don't want to do. Money comes and goes. I'm not sure if you're aware of this or not, but your new boyfriend is actually quite wealthy."
I blink several times before scoffing at him, "I'm sorry, I think I missed the point in time when you were designated as my boyfriend."
"Oh right, my apologies. I believe the term that you prefer is,
'Daddy
.'"
I smack him in the arm, mostly hurting my own hand in the process, which earns me a loud series of chuckles beside me as I hiss in pain and wring my hand out.
"You are incredibly unpleasant at times." I mumble under my breath, trying not to scowl so much that it draws unnecessary attention.
"Ah yes, but the times that I'm incredibly pleasant more than make up for it, hmm?" The astronomical levels of ego that coat every word he says nearly gives me a cavity.
"You suffer from a severely over-inflated sense of self worth."
"Quite, and right now you're suffering from a severe lack of my cock being buried inside of you." He winks at me before turning his head forward, "We're all suffering, princess. Get used to it."
"I'll show you a princess." I barely mumble the words as we reach the outskirts of town, the conversation going quiet as my irritation and Davahn's amusement mingle in the air between us.
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Hours pass on the road, and besides a few random comments here and there, most of our time passes in relative quiet. I'm grateful for it, more than just needing the time to process and get my head wrapped around my new circumstances. I'm pretty sure Davahn is aware of that, but I'm not sure what to make of the fact that he's already picking up on what I'm needing so easily. I'm even more duped by the concept that he cares enough to cater to my whimsies.
Just as the sky is beginning to fade into the various colors of sunset, another small town comes into view over the horizon as Davahn says, "We can keep riding until dawn and be home in the morning, or we can find somewhere to sleep and finish the journey tomorrow."
The yawn I let out in combination with my stomach making a humiliating complaint answers Davahn's question for me.
We end up finding a small tavern very similar to the one we met in, but then again, most small taverns are essentially the same. No one in that business is really trying to invent the wheel or anything.
Finishing our dinner downstairs quickly, we head straight to our room once we're done. Davahn immediately starts undressing as soon as the door closes, and I scoff.
"What're you doing?" I ask as he's unbuttoning his pants, and he looks at me like I'm the dumbest child he's ever met.
"You can't be serious." His voice is full of humor as he pushes his pants down his legs, and I quickly cover my eyes with my hand. "You are absolutely fucking ridiculous." The dark elf is practically choking on his laughter before he sighs, "Right, right. Let me slip into bed and hide my cock under the covers for you. Wouldn't want to offend your precious virtue."
I pull my hand away from my face and groan, "I'm sorry, but I'll need time to adjust to someone just ripping their clothes off in front of me."
"Oh, I don't want you to adjust to it." Davahn's grin is wide and dangerous as he slides onto the bed on his back, his cock already getting hard as he lays out like he's being painted, "I want you to always look just as shy and flustered as you do right now when you see me naked."
I roll my eyes and turn away from him to hide my blush as I start taking my own clothes off, "I am not shy."
There's an infuriatingly cute snort behind me before he says, "Sure."
By the time I've finished undressing and crawl into bed, Davahn is hard as a rock and staring at me like I'm some mix between a feast and salvation. When I try to worm my body under the blankets, he grasps me by my wrists and pins them to the bed as he leans his body over mine, his erection pressing against my soft stomach. With his face just inches above mine, he looks down at me through hooded lids as he whispers to me.