Chapter 41
Chapter Forty-One
LAITHOG
Ambrosia .
That’s the only word I have to describe how delicious Paisley’s blood is. Unfortunately , I do not have time to linger, nor can I allow my mating venom to leak at all. Garagyre , as a rule, do not have an issue with public fornication, but my little human mate is not as lax. Which I will respect, even if the thought of rutting her in front of others makes my prick hard.
Paisley is softly panting next to me. Just the feel of me drinking now is enough to deeply arouse her. The time we have spent together, while not long, has been enough for me to train her delicious little body to respond to me in a variety of ways. Glancing around, I make sure that no one is paying us any attention.
I cannot leave my mate wanting.
Taking another hard pull on her wrist causes her to emit a soft whimper as I swallow. I don’t need much more since I discovered that drinking from her regularly satisfies my thirst faster and powers me more than any other I have ever drunk from, including Ilayahan . It must be because she is human, with direct access to the sunlight.
Sunlight is what powers everything on this plane, so the blood fueling my magick is directly impacted by the sun, making it far more potent than a nocturnal Garagyre’s magick that is powered by the softer light of the moon. Of which a full moon provides the most power, but that only happens once a month, not daily.
Licking across the puncture wounds on her wrist, I seal them as I swallow a last mouthful of blood. Looking up, I see Paisley’s face is flushed and her eyes are heavy lidded with desire. Flicking a tiny amount of magick out into the surrounding air, I blur our images a bit more. My mate does not wish to be watched, so watched she will not. “ Stay quiet unless you wish the ones around us to know what I am about to do.”
An adorable little moan is my only response along with the widening of her lush thighs. What a good mate, making room for me to tend to her. Scanning the area, I see that the little hairy man is bowing.
Hmmm .
If I time this right, my mate can reach fulfillment as the tree bathes the crow with light and since we are both in full contact with the conveyance, there is no worry of a demon sneaking up on either of us.
With that thought in mind, I slide my hand between Paisley’s legs and use my claws to cut a slit in the crotch of her blue trousers, creating a convenient avenue for my tail. Maneuvering the bulk of my body so that she is seated in front of me, almost in my lap, the size of my massive thighs boxing her in, I block Paisley’s body from the two vexations behind me, using my wings to keep them from intruding.
I ignore the low grumbles from behind me and hiss halfheartedly in their direction. The crowd before us has its attention trained on the tree and the little hairy man holding some sort of box in his hands. Peering right and left, I’m gratified to realize the raised sides of the conveyance keep her privacy hidden on either side.
Using one hand to collar her delicate throat, I apply gentle pressure while the other arm bands around her soft belly to hold her steady. Our images are blurred but if a human were to look closely, they would see her beautiful cunt on display.
Well , that won’t do.
A low, rumbling purr starts rattling in my chest. I need to get her aroused enough that she’s on the edge of completion as I flick the soft blanket she brought with us over her lap, covering her from prying eyes.
That task complete; I slide my tail under the blanket, being careful not to disturb the soft fabric. Inclining my head, I pull Paisley’s head back, shoving my mating venom covered tongue into her mouth. I don’t give her much, just enough to bring her to the edge along with my mating purr.
Pulling back, I smirk at what I see.
Her pupils are blown wide and her nipples are so hard I can see them beaded through her sweater. Purring harder, I use my tail to tease her clit through the hold I’ve made in her trousers. Skimming my hand at her waist down her body, I position it under the blanket as I retract the claws on my first two fingers and replace the tip of my tail with them.
Slanting my eyes up, I see the little man lift the box in his hands. “ Look at your Christmas tree, my mate. Watch , or you will miss the reason for our trip to town.”
The second I see the human reach for the switch, I slam my tail into Paisley’s weeping slit. I feel her cunt ripple around my tail as I use the tip to strum the little sensitive spot inside her as my fingers pinch her clit. Light bathes the crowd, as my mate falls apart in my arms, watching the brilliance of the tree coming to life before us. Her chest expands on a deep breath and I quickly raise the hand at her throat to her mouth to muffle the sounds of her pleasure. It is my duty to protect her, even from herself.
The faint shrieks and hisses of the demons present is music to my ears and I feel their presence rapidly departing from the painful light now emanating from the tree. The sunlight spell will last for several days, so any human within this area will be protected from their hunting. Leisurely , now that the most pressing threat is gone, I bring my little flame down from her pleasure, and remove my tail from her drenched slit.
Peering down into her bemused face, love envelopes me. “ Let us go home, little flame.”