St. George and the Dragon - 5. Chapter 5: Rendez-vous

Charles paused halfway across the bridge. He had searched the entire village to find Robby. It had been two days since the scene on the hilltop. No one admitted to seeing Robby, though Charles wondered if they were protecting their icon. The house he now occupied, the village itself, had lost much of the charm and possibility he had felt when first he had arrived. Where was Robby? A tear escaped down his cheek, dropping into the river below. Charles watched the ripples it caused fade in the lazy current. Where was Robby?

Charles, head bowed, gazed into the eyes of his reflection. Another tear. Oh, for the comfort of his embracing arm, his lips on my neck, and then, and then…and then he felt it, the wished for embrace, lips softly on his neck.

“Ahhhhh.”

“Mmmmmm.”

“So can we have sex now?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

“I didn’t think you were interested?”

“Um, no, I was very interested. I thought you could tell. It was pretty obvious,” Charles admitted looking at his crotch.

“It was, but you seemed distant.”

“I didn’t understand. You seemed to have the world at your feet, well on their knees.”

“Sometimes on all fours…it changed when I first saw you.”

“That’s not what I heard about that night.”

“I do have my reputation to protect.”

“What about now?”

“It seems my cock wasn’t concerned about my reputation. I just couldn’t anymore,” came Robby’s despondent reply.

“Come on with me to my place. We’ll see if we can restore things.”

“Lead on,’ said Robby, brightening.