Chapter 35
CHAPTER
THIRTY-FIVE
Our court is rebuilding. That’s right, ours.
I am Elara’s consort now, but it’s more than that. I notice some of the women are still wary of us, and I make sure to be extra careful with them. I never touch anyone, even accidentally, and I make myself as useful as I can.
How did Tate know this is what I needed?
I feel happier than I ever have, even helping them rebuild a section of the court while Elara stresses over plans for an extension.
She is taking her promise to make this a sanctuary seriously.
I’m so happy, I practically float, but even now, while busy, my mind is connected with hers.
Her duties are numerous, and she’s exhausted every night, but I know she is doing it to stop herself from thinking.
It’s not just her mother she misses. It is Eversor. None of us mention him, but we know.
“Do you think if we use these bricks, it will cause an issue?” a small voice asks, and I focus on Greenage, who is one of the builders today.
“They should be fine,” I reply, and she nods but hesitates.
“I have heard whispers that you are a mind controller. Is that true?” She seems worried.
“It is,” I admit, “but I would never use it on anyone here.”
“I want you to,” she blurts out, and my eyes widen. “I can’t sleep. I can’t move on. I want you to make me forget what they did. Not everyone does, but I need you to. Please.”
“You should discuss this with Elara . . .”
“I did, and she said it is my decision. She also said I should not pressure you but that I should ask, so I am asking if you will help me forget so I can move forward.”
I always used my powers for evil, until Elara, and I know this is her doing to help me move on as well.
“If you’re sure.” I step forward. “May I touch your head?”
She swallows hard, and I know this costs her. “Yes.”
I press my fingertips to her forehead, and I search her mind, but I feel her resounding resolution.
She needs this. Next, I search her memories for what I seek, and I realise why she asked.
I see so much horror and pain. She was their executioner’s pet.
She saw her people tortured and killed. She saw what they did to their bodies and then endured it herself.
She saw her own sister be murdered and taken.
It haunts her every thought, preventing her from healing.
I do not take them from her in case she wants them back one day, and instead I hide those memories. I don’t think she will, but I won’t take that choice from her. I hide them deep and contain their poison, freeing her mind.
The effect is instantaneous. She stands taller, her smile bright and wide. “Thank you, Luan.” She skips away, and I rub my hand on my trousers, tainted by what happened to her. If they were not already dead, I would kill them all over again.
Leaving the building behind, I go in search of Elara, needing her touch to replace the vileness those memories left behind.
I find her in her mother’s—now her—office, and when she sees me, she dismisses everyone else, even Frost, who was lounging at her side.
Rounding the desk, she opens her arms, and I sink into her embrace. “Thank you for helping them.” She knows I did it. She always knows.
“I wanted to help. What I saw . . .” I press my face against her neck as she strokes my back. “I wanted to help them, not just for you or them, but for me. Maybe one day I can tip the scales of my past.”
“I believe you will,” she murmurs as she pulls away and cups my face. “This is your home now, Luan, and these are your people. We will stand with you no matter what.”
I steal a quick kiss, making her giggle. The sound is so normal and bright, it makes me grin before I look around. “Her office is beautiful.”
“It is another reminder of her . . . . Yet even now, when I want to see her here, she fades more each day.”
“Let me help you.” Cupping her face, I search her memories, and within seconds, I close my eyes, building what I need.
I create a mind palace for her, and her mother stands within it, as real as her memories. She gasps and rushes towards her, and I do not interrupt. I hold the connection as she cries and they hold each other.
I hold it for as long as she needs, and when she is ready, I softly release it and open my eyes to find her smiling at me with tears streaming down her face.
“Was it real?” she whispers.
“It was real to you, and that’s all that matters,” I murmur as I kiss her tenderly. “I better get back to work.”
“Stay.” She holds my hand when I go to pull away. “Stay and make new memories with me.” A mischievous smile tilts her pretty lips. “My mother would like nothing more than for me to christen her office as my own.” Her hungry eyes rove over me with possessive desire. “So why don’t you help me?”
Releasing my hand, she backs up until she’s perched on the edge of the desk.
Elara doesn’t have to tell me twice, and I already see her desires in her mind.
Gripping her throat, I tilt her back and kiss her like there is no tomorrow, swallowing her greedy moans as she tugs at my clothes.
She slides her soft palm down my chest and abs, and I groan into her lips before hissing as her hand wraps around my length.
Elara jerks tightly until I yank on her clothes while she laughs.
The sound soon cuts off as I turn her around, kick her legs apart, and shove two fingers into her cunt.
She cries out, slapping her hands on the desk as she grinds down on my digits.
“So wet. Were you thinking about this, filthy girl? Were you imagining this as soon as you saw me?” I drawl into her ear, feeling her shudder against me as I twist my hand and grind my palm into her clit.
She whimpers and fucks my fingers shamelessly.
“Imaging me bending you over the desk and fucking you until you can’t walk. ”
“Yes, yes, yes, Luan, please,” she begs, resting her head on my shoulder as she rolls her hips.
“Make yourself come. If you do, I’ll reward you, my filthy girl,” I promise as I bite her ear.
My free hand drifts from her throat down to her breast. I pinch and play with her nipple until she hisses my name, dripping on my fingers as she fucks them.
Elara sets a hard pace that grinds her throbbing clit into my palm.
I watch her, driven crazy by it even as I lazily lick and kiss her sensitive neck, feeling her pounding pulse.
“Luan, fuck.” Her voice is tight, and when her thighs shake, I know she’s close. Her breathing is ragged now, yet I don’t help her. I just kiss her skin until she’s annoyed. I smile as she uses me, riding my fingers until she comes all over them with a cry.
Letting her go, I turn her around and lift her up onto the desk before sliding between her parted thighs, then I shove my fingers into her mouth. Her eyes widen before turning lazy as she sucks them.
“Good girl, taste how hard you came for me.”
She slides her hand down my chest, feeling my hard, dripping length. “You said I’d get a reward. I want it.” Tightening her grip, she narrows her eyes. “I want this inside me. I want to feel your cum dripping from me all day.”
Hitching her thigh up onto my hip, she drags me closer, brushing her lips teasingly across mine. “Fuck me, right now.”
“As my queen demands,” I reply with a smirk, sliding between her welcoming thighs.
She guides my length to her cunt, refusing to let me tease her as she takes me into her body.
Elara sits back, lifting her hips to take me deeper.
Both of us are tense with desire as I work my length in until I’m balls deep, then I bend down to kiss her perfect lips, tasting her.
Her hands slide up my back, her nails digging into my shoulders as we start to move together.
We are soft at first, but before long, both of us want more, and I can’t help but slam into her soft, wet heat.
She breaks the kiss, and her cries of pleasure fill the air as she lies across the desk, her chest arching up as she grips the wood.
She meets me thrust for thrust, even as I lean down, forcing one of her legs up between us to deepen the angle, allowing me to stroke those nerves inside her channel that have her screaming for me.
I circle her tight, erect nipple with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth.
She clamps around me as she screams, coming for me again, but I don’t stop.
I want more. I want her to think of me every time she’s in here. No more pain, just pleasure.
I pull from her body and flip her, bending her over the desk and slamming into her greedy cunt as I press her face into the wood.
“Luan, fuck, yes! Like that!” she yells. No doubt anyone close enough can hear her, but in a court of succubi, it’s an everyday occurrence. Just this morning, on my way to breakfast, I saw three sets of people fucking.
“Good girl,” I praise, sliding my gaze down her glistening body. “You take me so fucking well, don’t you? You love it when I take you hard like this and give you more than you think you can take.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” She answers both in her mind and out loud, and I slip deeper into her thoughts, wrapping around them and forcing my pleasure into her until she cries out.
I delve further into her mind as I press deeper into her cunt.
The room around us fades as I transport us where I want.
Visions of our past couplings are presented at every angle.
Each one feels real to her, so there are a hundred of me sucking, licking, and eating her body.
When she shatters for me this time, my control cracks and then explodes as I bellow my release into her skin, driving my cum deep in her cunt.
Collapsing forward, I press my lips to her back, holding her as we both struggle to catch our breath.
“Yeah, I needed that,” she rasps.
“Me too,” I murmur, kissing her again. “Let’s stay like this for a moment. I want to hold you.”
“Can’t walk, can you?” she teases, a smile in her words.
“Not at all.” I nip her skin as she laughs. “It’s not my fault my girl has an insatiable appetite.”
“Oh, poor you. Your lover wants to fuck you all the time, however will you survive?” she taunts.
“Happily for the rest of my life,” I reply as I turn her head and kiss her. “Just like she will be happy.”