19. Sariel
SARIEL
T he heavy footfall of Evandriel’s boots echo down the hall, stirring me into wakefulness. The scent of powder and flowers drifts towards me, making my heart and my cock throb. The latter of which is promptly replaced with fear and anger when I take in my mate’s distraught emotional state. While her appearance, outside of her hollow expression, gives nothing away, even without my magic I can feel the grief working through her.
“What have you done?”
What’s even more unsettling is that I can feel Evandriel’s sadness as well. He doesn’t bother to reply, merely holds my gaze as he opens the cell door. Unlike Forsythe, he doesn’t bother to tighten my chains until I’m splayed against the wall. He just shuts the door behind Elowen as she runs into my arms.
Anxiety takes hold of my chest like a vengeful fist, even as I’m flooded with relief that my mate is in my arms.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes. Forsythe requested more samples.”
Elowen buries her face in my chest as my arms instinctively scoop her into my embrace and sit down on my pallet with her in my lap.
“Tell me what’s wrong, mea floarea, so I can fix it. Please.”
She shakes her head against me. “There’s nothing to fix...”
Elowen tilts her head back to look up at me as she explains what Evandriel told her. It makes me want to tear his head off. And to think my mate could have gone her entire life in peace without having to hear such a wretched thing. Even if I, myself, would want to know the truth. I express as much. She shakes her head. “He didn’t say it to hurt me. I don’t think he meant to say it at all. I forced him to tell me.”
The reassurance does nothing to quell my ire for whoever—or whatever—has distressed her. I want to press her for answers, but as she sags against me, face buried in my chest, I can’t bring myself to steal her comfort. Instead, I sink onto the bed pallet, pulling her into my lap, holding her in the protective cocoon of my body as I press soothing kisses to her forehead and run my fingers through her hair.
The whine of the metal door down the corridor announces Evandriel’s return, followed by the chattering squeaks from the wheels of the trolley. He wisely remains safely out of range from my claws and fangs as he rolls the cart into my cell, laden with buckets of steaming water and other items. Elowen doesn’t bother to move from my lap, and I’m glad for it. He’s already well aware of the nature of our relationship.
Evandriel points to a large pile of dark clothing. I can only guess he intends to will them onto my body when he returns.
“For after your bath, etc… As per usual, Forysthe will be busy with his classes and surgeries for several hours. I have my own errands to attend to, but I shall see you in some hours’ time. And do be sure to bathe thoroughly. I’m not entirely sure when you’ll be given another opportunity.”
Anger bleeds into my veins at both this male and our foul circumstances. I clutch Elowen tighter in my arms, and I can’t help but notice Evandriel’s eyes linger there. My lip curls as a low growl rumbles from my chest. His eyes leap to mine, but his expression is empty. It shares the same hollowness that Elowen’s does.
Only a moment more passes as he turns to leave.
Elowen nuzzles closer, pressing her lush rump squarely against my quickly hardening cock, where only a thin bit of cotton sheet and the layers of her clothing separate us. She wiggles against it, sending my claws curling into her dress and the supple flesh beneath as I grunt my restraint.
“Would you like a bath?”
The chains are loose enough that I am now entirely capable of cleaning myself, but I can see the hopeful desire in her eyes. Still…
“You are distraught. You need my affections.”
She gives me a soft smile. “True on both counts, but bathing you would bring me immense fulfillment.”
I take my time searching her eyes for any sign of hesitation, before pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Why don’t you let me bathe you, hm?”
She shudders. “In this frigid basement air? God, no.”
“There are other ways I could give you fulfillment...”
Her grin gradually sweeps across her face, and it makes that sweet fullness to the point of pain take hold of my heart again. “Do you, now?”
I shift both of us, laying her beneath me on my pallet. “Oh, yes, but I’d rather show you than give you mere words.”
Careful not to snag the material of her dress with my claws—even fully retracted their sharp points are still there—I tug at the string of her bodice. The fabric droops giving me a titillating view of the tops of her nipples and fullness of her heavy breasts. Pulling the fabric aside to bare her lush breasts, the sensitive peaks stiffen before my eyes. My fangs, and cock, throb with need to claim her, a hum of pleasure rumbles in my chest. My palms cradle the soft, luscious flesh, gently pushing her breasts together so that the short distance between the two is lessened for my hungry mouth.
Arching against me, her legs wrap around my waist as I suck one turgid nipple into my mouth, gradually releasing it with a pop. Her fingers card through my hair before tightening into a fist, as if she intends to smother me betwixt her breasts. In which case, I would die a happy male.
My cock weeps its neglect onto her dress and spread thighs as she grinds her hips against me. A breathy moan rushes out of her as I continue to lick, suck, and tease her breasts, all whilst growling my appreciation.
“Look at these perfect tits, Elowen… How do you expect me not to devour you?”
Raking my teeth against one of the precious little buds, I tease it with the steady flicking of my tongue before I finally suckle. She whimpers and her writhing grows all the more desperate.
“God, Sariel… Please, I need you inside me.”
“Fuck, me too, love. More than anything.”
Outside of escaping this hell hole.
With a growl, I release her breasts and glare down at the thick clothing shielding the rest of her body from me. If she had anything else to wear, I’d fucking tear it off of her. As if reading my mind, her fingers make quick work of all the many buttons, strings, and ties of her bodice. After too-long moments, all that remains are her undergarments, which I take the liberty of removing myself with the exception of her garter belt and thigh-high stockings that perfectly frame her gorgeous, soft, pink cunt. Like a gilded frame might a painting.
I shall have to commission a great many garter belts and stockings from the seamstress as soon as we return to Atratus.
My hands press her thighs wide, and the action causes the lips and delicate folds of her pussy to part for me, revealing how drenched she already is to receive my cock and, eventually, my knot.
The bond burns inside my chest, demanding that I do so. Elowen gives a little thrust of her hips, accompanied by a plea, urging me to do exactly that. Gingerly, so as not to scrape her with my claws, my thumb sweeps over her clit in a tender caress. The sight of her pussy clenching with need makes my cock jerk and blossom with new seed as she whines. “Please, Sariel. Please.”
My heart swells with the sweetest pain.
“You would accept our bond? Already? Even with all the repercussions I told you?”
Elowen doesn’t hesitate. “Darling, whatever I have to give—my heart, my body, my soul, my blood… It is all yours. There isn’t a thing in this world that could stop me from wanting you.”