The Dragonborn

Part 30

The was a soft knock on their bedroom door and Jack jerked up out of Mark's arms.  Mark gave him a worried look, before Jack told him completely surprised.  "My spell is gone off the door"!  Mark chuckled, patting Jack's thigh comfortingly as he climbed off the bed, telling him.  "That orgasmic blast of yours must have canceled it out".  Embarrassment flooded Jack, causing his cheeks and ears to burn a bright red.  Falling across the bed with a loud groan, Jack tunneled under the fur covers.  Why did Mark have to call it that?  If someone was knocking did that mean that everyone had seen or heard it?  He never wanted to leave this room.  Mark stood behind the door as he opened it just enough to look out of.  It was the tavern lady.  She was holding a worn wooden tray that was laden with food.  She gave him a bright toothy grin, asking him.  "Everything alright? You caused quite a stir up here". 

Jack groaned loudly, but it was muffled by the blankets.  Mark grinned back, telling her warmly.  "We're fine. Is everyone else alright"?  The tavern lady chuckled, placing her free hand on her hip as she answered sweetly.  "Oh, everyone is more than fine. Whatever that weird wave of light was... Everyone up here got the orgasm of their life".  Jack curled into a ball under the covers and covered his ears.  He definitely NEVER wanted to leave this room!  Mark laughed softly, while the tavern lady held the tray closer to the door, adding sweetly.  "OH! I almost forgot. Here. Complimentary dinner for the happy couple. If there is anything else you need, just call me or Talen-Jei".  Mark opened the door a little wider for her to balance the tray on his hand.  When she was sure he had hold of it, she gave him a wink as she added much softer.  "I see why you like him. Lot of energy in that one". 

Mark grinned, carefully closing the door.  Walking over to the dresser, Mark set the tray down by the freaky alcohol bottle, before taking a seat on the edge of the bed.  Patting the lump under the fur blankets, Mark told Jack sweetly.  "You can come out now".  Jack tightened the blanket around him like a protective cocoon, his voice muffled as he answered.  "No. I'm going to stay under here for the rest of my life. I've never been so embarrassed".  Mark pried a strip of meat off the bone of a glazed rabbit leg, telling Jack innocently.  "It's not that bad. Come on out. Keerava made us dinner".  Jack defiantly muffled out another, 'No'.  So, Mark finished chewing the strip of rabbit meat and then licked the honey glaze off his fingers.  When Jack still didn't come out from under the blanket, Mark turned to brace himself over Jack's balled body. 

Jack was picking at the mattress, when he felt Mark's body over him.  Jack waited curiously as Mark told him playfully.  "Don't make me come in there after you, Jack".  Jack smiled to himself, playfully stating aloud another.  "No".  Above him, Mark growled and Jack felt Mark move away.  Jack blinked in confusion.  Had Mark given up so easily?  Jack started to roll over onto his back, when Mark's hands shot under the blanket to grab his ankles and yank him half out of it!  Jack reached up to push the blanket off, but Mark's hands quickly pinned the blanket down.  Jack tried to close his legs.  If he couldn't see, than he didn't want Mark to see his goods!  However, Mark was already between his legs, preventing him from closing them or turning over.  In a deep purring voice, Mark told Jack.  "You should have come out when I asked". 

Jack laid his hands over his chest, blushing beneath the blanket.  This was new.  Mark used to just yank the blanket off.  What was he going to do?  Jack licked his dry lips, feeling Mark's warm hands run down his inner thighs, gently spreading them wider.  Mark fingers trailed along his hipbones teasingly, before they went away.  The bed creaked and Jack swallowed nervously.  What was Mark reaching for?  Jack bit his lower lip anxiously in anticipation.  Then gasped sharply in surprise, when he felt something wet drizzle over his cock.  It was thick, warm, and sticky.  Mark's hand slid under Jack's knee, pushing his leg up as Mark told him lovingly.  "Lift your feet up for me, Jackaboy".  Hesitantly, Jack lifted his feet into the air.  He desperately wanted to know what he was doing.  Discreetly, sliding his hands down his bare stomach nice and slow.  Jack raised the end of he blanket with just his fingers to peek out.