16. Elowen
ELOWEN
E motion fists my heart so fiercely it makes my eyes burn. I swallow it back, determined to give him as much pleasure as possible despite our deplorable circumstances.
Standing on tip-toes, I tilt my head upwards as Sariel cranes his neck down to capture my mouth with his lips. Electricity courses through my veins at the soft touch, and though we’ve known each other for such a brief amount of time, the action fills my soul with breathtaking affection, gratitude, and an inner knowing that this male belongs to me, and I, to him.
What starts out as tender quickly becomes an impassioned caress of tongues and nipping teeth. With a gloved hand, my fingertips trace over the engorged length of him in a way that causes a shudder to chase through his entire body, making him hiss a curse.
“Fuck, Elowen, please. No more teasing. I can’t take it anymore.”
A grin parts my lips as I suck his bottom lip into my mouth and bite. It’s a move I learned from him, and it made my toes curl with delight. Only now, when I do it, it’s hard enough that it draws a bit of blood. The magic in it must be potent, because I can feel it zing through me like each of my cells that it touches bursts with light.
“Is that so?” I whisper against his neck before tugging at the lobe of his ear with my teeth and sucking it into my mouth. My hand forms a wide half-circle that whispers over his straining cock. His hips pump forward, trying to steal some relief with his aching length, and I tsk, removing my hand.
He growls, eyes flashing to mine, fangs slightly bared. It shows me a hint of the monstrous potential within him, and instead of it rousing my fear, it only causes my arousal to blossom anew.
“The moment we are free Elowen, I’m going to pin you down and fuck you into ruination. And when you beg me with trembling and twitching legs, as your pussy greedily milks my cock, that you ‘can’t take anymore’, only then will I fill you with my knot. You’re going to be rendered mindless and bathing in my cum as I continue to mercilessly fuck you into oblivion.”
I very nearly squeal with delight, but somehow— miraculously— manage to drop to my knees gracefully. Holding his gaze, I stroke over him with feather-light pressure. “You promise?”
Sariel’s groan turns into a growl, muscles straining against his shackles, and sweat dots his perfectly sculpted brow. Truly, there must be a wicked thing inside of me because I can’t help but delight in his sweet torture.
“Will you be gentle when you slide your massive cock inside of me? Will you take your time with me before you force your knot inside my pussy that’s far too tight to take it all at once? Or will you bend me to your will and make me scream your name in pleasure and pain?”
His brow pinches with need and frustration. “The latter, if you continue to misbehave. In my culture, it isn’t uncommon to take one’s mate over their knee and punish them with a hand, belt, or paddle. I’m going to make your hindquarters as pink and aching as your pretty little pussy, as soon as I get the chance.”
Excitement swells in my breast, and I so desperately want to welcome the gorgeous length of him inside me. Sariel’s gaze drops to my hands, whispering over his swollen flesh, and his hips thrust again. The action earns his cock a gentle smack on its crown. “Naughty boy. You will take what pleasure I give you—no more and no less. Do you understand?”
Sariel gives me a feline grin, offering a view of a white, gleaming fang that could so very easily tear my throat out. But instead of inspiring fear, my core clenches with want. “Yes, mea floarea.”
With a hum of pleasure, my hands finally begin to work over his cock in earnest. Between the lubrication and his pre-cum, the action fills the air with wet, squelching noises that are music to my ears. My clit throbs with neglect.
Sariel’s breath punches out of him, and every muscle in his body grows tight, but I don’t want this to end just yet. My hands fall away, and Sariel growls, pinning me beneath his scalding gaze.
“Fuck, you’re sadistic, Elowen. Who knew my mate would relish my torture?”
A glistening bead of sweat trails between the gloriously sculpted planes of chest as he gifts me a crooked grin.
“You’re absolutely fucking perfect.”
A grin curls my lips as my hands return to him.
“Such a good boy.”
A deep groan rumbles within his chest. “Oh, my fucking gods, Elowen.”
A whimper escapes me despite my effort to remain composed—he’s just so fucking delicious. My strokes along his length slow. “Shall I reward you now? For your good behaviour?”
Sariel’s body trembles beneath me at his forced restraint. “ Akash, yes.”
I don’t know who Akash is, but I assume it’s a deity from the reverence in the word.
“Beg. ”
Sariel’s eyes leap from my stilled hands around his cock to my eyes, alight with surprise, before a grin splits his gorgeous face.
“Please, mea florea. ”
My own grin widens as I give him a single teasing pump. “More.”
Dark satisfaction rumbles in Sariel’s chest.
“Please, princess. I beg you to stroke my cock and my knot so I can give you my cum. Let me mark you with my seed and my scent. Show you how desperately I need you. I vow to devour every drop of honey from your cunt every chance I get.”
It takes everything within me not to suckle directly from the head of his cock, both for my own satisfaction and his. Still, I relish the sensation of my thinly gloved hands passing over the thick ridges and veins, all the way down to his knot. Within a few strokes, Sariel’s body tenses once more and his breathing becomes staggered.
“Keep begging, darling,” I add with a sultry grin as I stare up at him.
Sariel’s eyes briefly roll back in his head with pleasure. The metal of his shackles groans against the force of his strength.
“Fuck, Elowen, yes. Please, don’t stop. Please, please, please, mea floarea. Fuck!”
I watch in equal parts desire and fascination as his smooth, heavy balls draw up tight and his enormous cock spasms. Quickly snatching up the collection jar, I position it just over the head of his cock as I aim it downward. Pumping him with one hand, Sariel’s hips thrust in tandem as I murmur my praise to him in a voice sweeter than anything I’ve ever used before in my life.
“Look at what a good boy you are. My powerful mate, behaving so well for me and giving me so much of your delicious cum.”
Sariel’s cock fills the jar in only a few spurts, and it’s soon overflowing. I set it on the trolley and nearly weep with joy as I can finally take him into my mouth to swallow. His length hardens impossibly further as he groans in ecstasy.
“So...”
Thrust.
“Fucking...”
Thrust.
“Perfect...”
My throat works around his crown as I swallow and try to take him deeper whilst my hands stroke lovingly over his knot. Sariel lets out a deep, helpless sound—one I’m quite certain a formidable male such as he has never made in his life. I find myself smiling with wicked delight as I stuff myself full of his cock and his essence.
“Gods, Elowen, yes. My beautiful mate.”
By the time his climax recedes, his fluid is leaking from the corners of my mouth and is splattered across my breasts and dress. Tears stream down my cheeks from taking him so deep.
We are both wholly spent from this soul-nourishing endeavor, and to think—I have Forsythe to indirectly thank for the most erotic and pleasurable experiences of my entire life.