Chapter 3 #4
My body had never felt like this. Every nerve ending seemed exposed, hypersensitive, awakened.
The nightgown's fabric against my skin was almost too much—silk whispers that made me shift restlessly, seeking relief from sensation that only led to more.
My breasts felt heavy, fuller than they'd ever been, nipples hard and visible through the delicate fabric.
Between my thighs, wetness had already gathered, my body preparing for something it had never experienced but somehow knew was coming.
When my hand drifted to my breast, just the lightest touch through the nightgown, the sensation shot through me like lightning. But more than that—through the bond, I felt Sereis's breathing catch. Felt his meditation shatter as awareness of my arousal flooded through our connection.
This was nothing like the furtive moments I'd stolen in the servants' quarters, quick release sought in darkness while others slept.
This was exploration, discovery, luxury of time and privacy I'd never had.
My fingers found my nipple through the silk, rolling it gently, and the pleasure doubled, tripled as the bond carried it between us.
Three floors up, I felt Sereis grip the arms of his chair, wood creaking under his fingers.
The knowledge that he could feel everything made me bolder. My other hand traced down my stomach, feeling muscles jump under the touch, until I reached the hem of the nightgown. The fabric lifted easily, exposing my legs to the cool air that only made the heat between them more pronounced.
I'd touched myself before—survival in Caelus's household sometimes required quick, mechanical release just to function.
But this was different. My fingers found wetness that surprised me with its abundance, slick and warm and more than I'd ever produced.
The first brush across my clit made me arch off the bed, a cry escaping that I didn't try to muffle.
Through the bond, Sereis's control cracked audibly—I heard the chair arm splinter.
I circled slowly, learning this new sensitivity, this body the bond was reshaping.
Every touch sent waves of pleasure that the connection amplified, reflecting between us like light between mirrors.
I could feel his arousal now, hard and aching, untouched in his meditation robes but responding to every stroke of my fingers as if they were on him instead of me.
"Mira." His voice came through the bond, not spoken but felt, resonating in my bones. "Little one, you're killing me."
The desperation in it, the need, the barely controlled want made me circle faster. I was doing this to him—me, who had been worthless except for grain debt, was unraveling an ancient Dragon Master with nothing but my own pleasure. The power of it was intoxicating.
I slipped one finger inside myself, gasping at how easily it slid in, how ready my body was.
Through the bond, I felt Sereis stand abruptly, pacing his tower room like a caged predator.
His arousal was painful now, demanding attention he refused to give it, maintaining control by the thinnest margin.
A second finger joined the first, and I found a rhythm that made my hips rise to meet my hand.
But it was my other hand, still circling my clit, that pushed me toward the edge.
The dual sensation, amplified by the bond's echo, built pressure that felt like drowning in honey, slow and sweet and inevitable.
I pictured his naked form from earlier—lean muscle, pale skin marked with frost patterns that matched mine, the substantial weight of his cock.
Imagined what that weight would feel like inside me, how those elegant fingers would feel instead of my own.
The fantasy combined with reality through the bond, his desperate want mixing with my exploration until I couldn't separate them.
"Please," came through the bond, and I didn't know if it was him begging or me.
My fingers moved faster, chasing the pressure that built like winter storms—slow at first, then all at once. The frost patterns on my skin began to glow brighter with each stroke, each circle, until the room filled with silver-white light that pulsed in time with my racing heart.
"I'm—" I tried to warn him through the bond, but words were beyond me. Only sensation remained, building and building until—
The orgasm crashed through me like an avalanche, white-out pleasure that left no room for thought.
My back arched completely off the bed, my cry echoing off the impossible walls, my entire body convulsing with waves that seemed to go on forever.
The frost patterns blazed like stars going nova, and through it all, I felt him.
Three floors up, Sereis came untouched, brought to release by nothing but our bond and my pleasure.
I felt it as clearly as my own—the way his control finally, completely shattered, the way his body surrendered to what I'd done to him, the way my name tore from his throat in a sound that was part prayer, part possession.
The connection between us sang with completion, satisfaction that went beyond physical release. This was the bond celebrating, recognizing us, claiming us both in ways that tomorrow's pact would only formalize.
I collapsed back into the starlight bed, aftershocks still rolling through me, through him, through us.
My fingers were wet with my own arousal, my thighs trembled with exhaustion, and the nightgown was definitely ruined with how wet I'd gotten.
But I'd never felt more powerful, more desired, more myself.
Through the bond, I felt Sereis slump against his tower window, breathing ragged, control in ruins. But underneath the physical satisfaction was something deeper—wonder. This ancient being, this Dragon Master who'd lived for millennia, was in awe of what we'd just shared.
I had never felt anything like it.