"Carim... I..." Carim didn't need any more words as he finally put my whole size into his mouth, bobbing up and down as fast as he can.
I felt my balls churn up. My body is begging for release. My toes under the water are curling in pleasure.
"I'm gonna... I'm gonna blow...!"
Before you could feel your release, Carim suddenly gets up from my cock and holds his hand over my mouth. My eyes grow wide from surprise, signaling him to let me know whatever is going on.
Carim looks at me and slowly approaches my ear. I could smell more of him now. He whispers, "There are footsteps. Be quiet."
As he said that, I could now hear slow footsteps approaching. They were frantic, and seemed to be from one person only. When they seemed very near, they stopped. Carim and I surveyed the banks of the river for a sign of the person.
Suddenly, a figure emerged. Carim and I lowered down the water to hide ourselves enough to still be able to see the figure. I could see he was a he, since he was almost naked, save for necklace and some armbands.
He was muscled, but the absence of any sign of scar or wound left me to believe he was not trained in war, or had any difficult upbringing whatsoever. As he looked at his left and right, he tiptoed to the riverbank where we were.
"Halt! Put your hands where I can see them!" Carim boomed with his voice, and as he stood up, his dick hit the side of my face. I reached out on the riverbank for my dagger in my clothes and stood up to point it at the stranger. I probably looked really stupid since my legs were still a little awkward and shakey from the thing that happened with Carim.
The stranger put his hands over his head, his eyes clearly terrified. He looked like he was going to say something but that he was too nervous to say anything. Now that he was near, I could make out the black hair that he had sported a very short ponytail at the back of his head.
His face looked really attractive, maybe even my type. But he looked so terrified that it kind of muddled his features that I don't really know what to think of him.
I lowered my eyes down his body to check if he had any weapons and I felt my half-hard dick stand fuller when I saw his pecs, then his abs, then his cock.
"Carim, let's probably restrain him and ask him questions. He looks well off, judging by his scarless body," I whispered to Carim, his attention undivided from the stranger in front of us.
QI still had my dagger pointed at this person, and Carim looked at me and nodded to approve of my suggestion.
As Carim and I left the river water and walked onto the banks towards the stranger, he knelt down in defeat with his hands still up in the air, his head bowed.
Carim got his hands together and I gave him my now unused tunic which he used to tie his hands up.
After Carim tied his hands up, I got behind the stranger, pulled his head between my arms and positioned the dagger under his chin. He gasped weakly, and I could feel his heartbeat quicken under his soft skin.
Carim sat down on a big rock in front of us and asked, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
The stranger fumbled over his words before saying, "Abel." His head was relentlessly bowed down.
"Well, Abel, what are you doing here? Why did you seem frantic?"
"Are you from the Queen's army?"
I eyed him curiously, tightened my grip, then asked, "Why would you ask that?" He replied, "Well, you see, I was running from them, because the village my father was in charge of, was, um..."
He I looked at Carim. Carim looked at me. Carim asks, "Was what?"
"Please just let me go."