Lorien Yearns for You (Patreon)

Lorien let out a content sigh as his body sank into the warm water of the bathtub provided by the inn. It had been a long day of training, and he needed the relaxation. A sense of relief washed over him as the bathwater soothed his aching muscles.

But it wasn’t long before his mind began to wander. He couldn’t help but miss you, the undercover royal who’d joined him on his journey, and eventually became his first love.

I wish they could be here right now… Lorien thought, feeling a twinge of loneliness in his heart. 

Deep down, Lorien understood that you were the one person capable of truly easing the loneliness that stirred within him, the very first soul he had ever allowed into the sacred space of his life. He held onto the hope that you would be the last, as well. After all the experiences you had shared, both joyous and tumultuous, he yearned to keep you close and shield you with all his heart for eternity. It pained him to be apart from you, although he knew it to be necessary. Even following the end of the Azagorath’s terror, there were responsibilities and obligations that you both had to manage. It just wasn’t feasible to be together at all times. In moments like this, though, he longed more than anything to be by your side.

The longer he thought of you, the further his imagination slipped into desire. Instead of longing to hear your words of trust and devotion, his mind became clouded with thoughts of how sweetly you would moan for him. How your face would contort in pleasure at every intimate touch.

What am I thinking? Is it really alright to be having these sorts of thoughts when they aren’t even around? Lorien wondered. Surely, this must be crossing some sort of line…

After dedicating years to serving as the chosen paladin of the Goddess of Light, Lorien had seldom found the opportunity to contemplate matters such as romance and intimacy.  Although he had enjoyed some passionate moments with you, they had all been spur of the moment occasions. Spending time actually thinking about these sorts of things still felt foreign to him. Though some of his former reservations had faded as he had gotten closer to you, he still hesitated when his thoughts ventured into what his past self would have deemed “indecent” territory.

His hands began to wander, seemingly against his mind’s instructions. They traveled down, delving into the warm water and trailing across his body. 

Returning to this place had sparked something within him. It was here that he first experienced your gentle touch. You had shared with him a love that he could have never previously dreamed of. For a moment, the memory filled him with bliss. But his feelings soon turned to frustration at the realization that he was still alone.

Lorien let out a long, frustrated sigh as his hands slowly traced along his body, the warm bath water lapping at his skin. His mind drifted to memories of you - the soft caress of your fingertips, the gentle heat of your embrace, the way you looked at him with such adoration. He ached to feel that connection again.

His fingers dipped lower, teasing along the growing hardness between his legs. A shiver ran through him as he imagined your warm breath on his neck, your wet lips pressing against his. He let out a low, throaty groan, envisioning the way your weight would feel atop him, the way you would gasp and tremble under his touch.

Lorien's strokes grew firmer, more desperate, as the familiar pleasure built within him. He wanted - no, needed - to feel you again. The thought of your smooth skin, your quiet moans, and your pure devotion drove him wild with longing. 

Lorien’s breath became ragged, each exhale weighed down by simmering anticipation as his hands traced the contours of his own skin. He let his calloused fingertips skim along his arms and chest, but in the depths of his heart, it was your soft, warm skin he truly craved beneath them. The roughness of his touch, usually accustomed to the chilling grasp of cold steel, softened tenderly with the thought of you.

The young paladin’s heart raced at the imagined warmth, his senses blurring beautifully between reality and longing. He could almost feel how your skin would yield beneath his hands, how his fingers would glide over every delicate contour, memorizing each curve and line as if it were a cherished secret. A low, unsteady sigh escaped his lips as his mind painted a vivid picture of your body pressed close to his, the intensity of his yearning building with each imagined caress.

"Ahhh... I need you so badly..." Lorien whispered to himself.

His grip tightened as he imagined the slow, sultry transformation in your gaze, and how beautiful your eyes would look narrowed with a deep, smoldering desire.

"Ngh… your touch, your lips… mmph…"

A low groan escaped his lips as he stroked his stiff cock harder, craving the intimacy he shared with you.

"Please, please…" he pleaded softly. "I want to feel you, taste you... make me yours again."

His hips bucked up into his own hand as he growled out your name, desperate for your affection.

"N-need you h-here… r-right now… please…"

His movements grew frantic, aching to find the same bliss he felt in your arms. With a final, shuddering exhale, he found his release, the tension melting away as he thought of you. The paladin’s breathing gradually slowed as the last waves of pleasure washed over him, a satisfied smile blossoming on his lips. The memory of your tender touches and loving gaze came to him, a reminder of the peace your presence brought him. A deep longing surged within him to have you once again in his arms, to feel your heartbeat harmonizing with his. You penetrated the defenses of his reserved exterior and embraced him regardless.

As Lorien savored the afterglow, he made a heartfelt vow to make it up to you, to envelop you in the affection you so deeply deserved. In this precious moment, nothing else mattered but you and the unbreakable bond you shared, even if you were away. He craved your presence, your warmth, your unwavering love. With you, Lorien was whole, complete in a way he had never known before. Your devotion shattered the walls he had carefully built up, leaving him raw, exposed, yet infinitely captivated. He needed you, body and soul, to feel truly alive - a feeling he wouldn’t trade for anything else in the world.