CHAPTER SIXTEEN #2
“I hope the bathroom is closer than wherever we’re going.”
Vaelith peers down at me with a mischievous grin.
“I wanted our bed away from anyone who might hear you scream. The noises you make when I torture you into bliss are mine only.” Heat fills my cheeks .
.. and my panties, but he continues, “Your delicate, human body is unstable and greedy, and no matter how I hurt you, you always want more.”
Despite the seriousness of his growl, I giggle. “Is that why you made my boys?”
“Even a demiurge needs occasional breaks,” he grumbles, still grinning. “But I made them so I can watch you get used. Watch them hold you down and do unthinkable things to you until you’re weeping and begging them to stop.”
“Vaelith...”
I think I’m asking him to stop, but the shaky plea makes me think otherwise.
“We don’t have time, my little queen. I have never been quick when I torture your body and I won’t start now. Unless,” he twists our joined hands and hooks both behind my back. I’m bowed into his front. “You wish to forgo this idea and submit to me.”
I’m struggling to control my breathing while walking on trembling legs. I barely have the thought process when I answer.
“Show me first. We have forever after, don’t we?”
“Longer, Rina. We have until the sun collapses into the void and the earth crumbles.”
I smile up into his face. “Then you can wait a little longer to hear me beg.”
His teeth bare in a low snarl, but he continues on with me at his side.
“Vaelith?”
“Yes, my love?”
My lips quirk at how familiar that sounds. “Where are my boys?”
“Handling matters. They will be with you when I cannot, but will resume their duties when they are not needed.”
My next words have me hesitating a heartbeat. “I love them.”
I’m unclear why I need him to be aware of this fact, but I guess it’s better he knows now and accepts it then finding out later and getting upset.
Vaelith tips his head in my direction. “I would hope so. They are parts of me.”
“Why three?” I blurt.
He chuckles. “You have three holes.”
I faceplant into my palm. “Oh geez.”
His laugh deepens until it fills the forest. It rings with such deep, masculine amusement my core throbs.
Great, even his laugh gets me hot. No wonder he needed to slice pieces of his soul to make me my own harem. I could climb this man like a tree — no pun intended — all day.
We arrive at a clearing and the creature waiting at the center. A beautiful and frightening beast as tall as a lamppost and as long as a bus.
I think he’s a dog, but has the face of a regel cat and the body of a wolf.
He could be a lion, but the antlers and the paws with human fingers make me think otherwise.
Even his eyes are eerily human and watchful as he takes me in with a solemn wisdom I would never expect of a creature strapped to a saddle.
“Hello, Searon,” I murmur, his name on my tongue before my brain can process the information.
His feline ears twitch once in time with his slow, deliberate blink. Then, to my surprise, he inclines his head.
“Your Majesty. Welcome home.”
With the tenderness one would show something profoundly delicate, Vaelith captures my waist from behind and sets me on Searon’s back.
It’s in a side saddle fashion that feels tenuous when I have nothing to hold, but Vaelith swings up behind me and pulls me tight up against him.
Tucked between the hard cords of his thighs, beneath the warm folds of his cloak, I’ve never felt safer.
Searon doesn’t ask for instructions, nor does Vaelith give any as he gathers up the reins. He sets off in a gallop through the canopy of endless wilderness.
Vaelith loops an arm across my middle the equivalent of a whole tree trunk and holds me to him.
This close, I can’t stop my attention from following the perfect line and bridge of his face.
The way he’s entire skeleton is a woven tapestry of vines and roots that hide all that soft fur underneath.
I briefly wonder what it would be like to be chased by the other part of him.
The beast with the red eyes and claws. To be hunted and dragged into his lair where he forces me to take him.
“Eyes forward, wife,” he grumbles. “If you make me fuck you on Searon’s back, I’ll have to kill him and he’s been with me since nearly the beginning.”
Despite the grudging threat, I snicker. “I haven’t said a word.”
Eyes harboring the faint hint of red turn down to me. His lips find my ear. His hand splays across my abdomen, curves under my left breast.
“Do you think I can’t smell your sweet arousal? It covered every inch of our bedroom for years. I would wake with my cock hard, reaching for you, forgetting you were gone.”
A shiver passes through me. “Did you touch yourself?”
His fingers flex. Tighten. “Yes. Came all over my hand, but you weren’t there, on your hands and knees, crawling between my legs to lick me clean. I had to waste what belongs inside my wife.”
I know he can hear the unsteady catch in my lungs. Can feel the tremor in my thighs when I press them closed.
“I touched myself a lot, too,” I confess. “It was never enough.”
I’m lifted as if I weigh nothing and turned. My feet are planted on his thighs and I stand facing him. He’s still much too big and I’m forced to tilt my head to look up into his eyes.
“I know,” he growls into my ear. “I watched you stuff things in your hole and cum.”
Beneath me, vines shift and coil up my leg. Twine around my thighs. They push against my opening. Invade.
“Quiet,” he warns when I choke on a gasp. His big hand cups my ass and cradles me against his chest. “If Searon hears you, I’ll kill him right here.”
He’s writhing inside me. The vines spool and bulge. There’s so much. The weight alone has my toes curling.
“I touched myself watching you,” he breathes into my ear. “I fucked my hand, wishing it was me stretching your cunt the way you let those toys.”
“How ... how did you...?”
I wedge my sob against his neck.
“Your mother keeps a lot of house plants.”
I raise my face to peer into his. “You can watch people through plants?”
He kisses me as he pumps his vines faster.
“I’m the demiurge of the wild. I am connected to nature. All of nature.”
I think of the plants Mom keeps all over the house. The multiple pots in my bedroom alone.
The unexpected accidents every man I’ve tried to date has experienced.
“Did you kill those men?”
The red in his eyes deepens. “They touched you.” The vines hum with his anger. “They put their hands on what belonged to me.”
“You can’t kill...” I break off with my lip caught between my lips as he pushes against something that has my soul leaving my body.
“I can. I will.” He fucks me harder, sending my head back. “This is mine, Rina.”
I dig my heels into his thighs as I ride his tentacles. As they bunch and knot and stuff me so full I break.
“Vaelith...”
I wheeze his name against his mouth. I kiss him as I cum. Making him swallow my every moan.
“When we return home, you will not be leaving my knot until you give me a baby, Rina,” he warns against my lips. “I’m going to fuck you and breed you until my cum no longer burns and your belly swells.”
He bares his fangs as I shudder violently and gush over his vines. He forces them deeper.
“Faster, Searon!” he barks when I fist my fingers into the roots across his chest and cum again.
The beast thunders through the trees while his master holds me and fills me with his vines. The pace and motion should make it hard to hold on, but his entire hand expands across my back, pinning me in place while I enjoy the ride.
“I’m getting a covered carriage,” he gripes when I snuggle my face into the side of his neck, content.
I giggle. “Tell him to pull over,” I tease into his ear. “Take me behind one of these trees. Put me on my knees.”
Vaelith groans a tortured sound that makes me tighten around the squirming bulge lodged inside me.
“I miss how much you love being on your knees for me. They were always bruised.”
I believe that.
If there’s anyone I want to get on my knees for, it’s him.
“But we’re here,” he mutters almost petulantly.
He takes a painfully slow time dragging himself out of me. Unfurling each knot and slipping each vine free until I’m empty.
“If we were alone, I would make you clean your mess.”
I follow his gaze down to the shiny puddle I’ve created across his crotch. And laugh. Head back, lungs heaving, laugh.
He gives me what he probably thinks is a stern frown.
“You did that,” I tell him, planting a kiss on his mouth.
His massive hands cross over my back and pull me tighter to him. “Did I? Did I make your pussy leak?”
I nod and kiss him harder. I circle his neck and hold him with enough strength to kill a normal man, but he only scoops me up and holds me tighter as he dismounts.
“We’re here, my love.”