11. Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven:
~Melrose~
I didn’t imagine I’d be making out with Keida in my father’s office, or that I’d end up perched on the edge of his desk, but…
well…there I was. My dress tossed over my chair, my dinner plate gone by some magic, and my hooves hooked behind Keida.
Fingers in her hair, our lips crashed over and over as her hands roamed my body.
It was the second time I’d fucked in my father’s office, but comparing the two instances, this went far better.
The first day Keida met me, she burst in on me making out Knight Bernstein, a pretty brunette woman with a pixie cut.
If I was flirty, Peony Bernstein was a floozy.
I’d never met someone who outmatched me in charisma.
One day, I walked the cathedral halls with her, explaining something about the order, when she pushed me into a wall and kissed me.
It was hot and heavy and delicious. It ripped me out of my head.
Somehow we ended up in Leonardo’s office, pieces of my attire falling to the ground.
Peony’s hands were far rougher than Keida’s, a little less forgiving.
They weren’t searching or teasing or playing.
She roughly pressed them inside of me, and for a moment I wondered if I liked the directness.
I didn’t even have time to decide if it was a turn off or on, because in the blink of an eye, Peony’s lips were all over my nipples and Keida was bursting through the door.
I replayed the moment over in my head a thousand times since that moment.
How I rushed to push Peony out the window, and she didn’t seem to want to go.
How Keida flat out stopped the Hierophant Rex to talk to him out in the hall till I was dressed enough to pass.
How when he entered, he found me in my usual chair, fussing with my hoof like I’d gotten a rock in it or something.
Sat on that desk, bare and enveloped in Keida’s touch, was a completely different experience.
For one, there was no rush. No threat of Papa walking in on us, or a random cleric finding us in the confessional booth.
But worst of all was, where Peony had been rough, nearly ripping buttons off my clothing or biting cruelly against my throat… Keida was affectionate.
Even when she was rough, her fingers danced over my skin like she worshipped it. I wasn’t an object to her. I sighed dreamily as Keida kissed down my jugular. “Naughty, wicked girl, we’re desecrating his office.”
I barked out with a laugh, “You think my father didn’t make me on this desk?”
Keida stopped, pulling back an arm’s length from me, and glaring at me. “Trouble…”
“What?” I giggled nervously.
“You know what, no, I did in fact walk myself into that one. So, I will not spank you for that remark. But keep it up and I’ll redden that backside of yours.”
A wide grin crept across my face and Keida sighed heavily. With a twirl of her fingers, she directed me to hop off the edge of the desk and give her my backside. Which I gave happily.
“Put the gloves on, it’ll sting more,” I purred.
“You are truly a wicked temptation, Melrose.” Keida’s words crept up my spine and made me shiver.
I leaned over the desk, my soft belly pressed into the hard wood.
There was no need to point out that, due to the fur from my hips down to my hooves, that her spankings were already at a disadvantage.
My skin prickled in excitement as I watched her pull on those gloves slowly.
“I could make a different remark to earn the spanking, if that would help?” I teased cheekily, wiggling my shoulders suggestively. Keida tossed her head back with laughter. It warmed my belly to see her smile broadly when her gaze fell back to me.
“I have several years of backtalk from you to spank you over, Trouble. No need to make more.”
“Awww,” I pouted fauxly, only to receive a short, quick swat to my backside.
I gasped at the sharp sting and realized there was ice in it.
It bit into my backside. The cold took my breath away and made my clit hum to life.
Keida grinned, eyes locked onto mine as she finished tugging on those gloves.
Magic. She loves to use it on me. I didn’t realize how much of a turn on it was until I felt it’s bite.
Torturously slow, she sauntered from the desk.
Another swat of ice hit my other cheek before she reached me and a delighted, thigh-clenching yelp was ripped from me.
“How many does my wicked girl want?”
“Will they all feel like that?” I gasped for air.
“Would you like that?” Her purr stirred up my insides.
I blinked rapidly, staring at the grooves in the hard oakwood.
Well, okay, when you ask it like that. A gloved slap came across my backside, not sharp, but it jolted me out of my head, the little bite from her ice making me shiver.
“Melrose, would you like them to bite or would you just like a warm backside?”
A wheezy, nervous laugh escaped me. I don’t know!
The answer was no one ever met me on my level before…
either partners were too intimidated to dominate me in such a way, or we never got to that part.
Not to say I’d had a slew of bad partners or sex, I just hadn’t had someone match my desires. “Somewhere in between.”
“I think I can do that. Let’s go with ten. You’ll thank me for each of them, you understand?”
“Pfft—”
The slap that followed was sharp. It ripped my thoughts from my skull and left me breathless. My cunt clenched hard. Fingernails digging into the desk, I kicked my legs a little.
“Say thank you.”
“Thank you,” I squeaked, melting down onto the desk.
“That’s my wicked girl, now…” I felt her presence settle behind me.
Gloved fingers traced my slit and spread me open.
My eyes rolled back at the tender feeling of her slow exploration.
She played with my desire, ensuring every curl along my cunt was damp.
Then she ripped her hand back and it landed against my other ass cheek. “What do you say?”
“Thank you,” I sobbed.
“One,” she answered as if I’d asked a simple question.
Her fingers returned to my needy cunt. Exploring it with a torturously steady rhythm.
She switched between pressing her fingers deep into me, curling them into my walls to make my core clench up, or circling my clit six times.
Each time strategic. Each time she wrenched her hand back and struck.
“Thank you, Keida,” I breathed out like a prayer that eased all the aches in my bones.
“You’re very welcome, naughty girl.” And so, we went.
Meant to walk a tight rope, my eyes rolled back in my head and hooves dug into the floor till I thought I went mad.
Only, when she got to ten, and I thanked her once more, something thick and hard shoved inside me.
Her magic returned, that cool tendril filled my insides. “Come for me, Melrose.”
It didn’t take more than her fingers curling around my clit, sweetly circling it while her magic fucked into me.
I saw the moon for the first time through the window and the dark, grey clouds, and she illuminated me against that desk as I came.
My legs jerked. Tears of relief spilled out of my eyes.
Keida kept the pressure on my clit while I rode the last few waves of my orgasm on her magic tendril.
When I was done and slumped against the desk, it disappeared.
I whined. Actually, whined at the lack of fullness.
Keida chuckled, helping me off the desk. “Come on, Trouble. It’s late and you should get some rest.”
“Why? Planning to subject me to more chores and tutoring tomorrow?” I teased, head flopping and bones missing.
Keida cupped my face in one hand while the other helped comb my wild hair out of my face. “Yes, actually.”
“Mmm, tyrant.”
“Trouble.”
I snickered the whole time she helped me dress and clean up the office. Then I went to bed alone and fell asleep with the smell of her leather gloves on my skin.
“Good morning!” I chirped in the breakfast hall as other clerics bustled around the cathedral.
A handful of paladins walked around the tables, their armor clanking as they moved.
One of the clerics, Ramone, perked up from his plate.
He tried to swallow his food, but realized mid-gulp, he’d shoveled too much inside and opted for just waving happily.
The cleric to his right, Delainey, tossed her head back and cackled, slapping at his back.
“Smaller bites, Ramone. Please try not to choke.”
Ramone finally swallowed his meal and let out a breathy laugh, “But I’ve got to get it all in quick before the first bell.”
“Oh no, did our Lunar Cleric put you on watch duty?” I grimaced, taking up a plate from the serving table.
The cleric’s rotated who was on serving duty, so not the same person worked the mess hall and soup kitchen every week.
I bowed my head to the small, younger boy Jensen, who piled eggs and roasted meat onto my biscuits for breakfast that morning.
He was a shy thing and shrunk inwardly at my perception of him.
So, I spared him any more hardship and immediately whisked my mug of steaming coffee and breakfast to sit at the long table across from Ramone and Delainey.
“I volunteered for this week. There’s been something lurking outside the castle walls.
So, the captain of the guard’s called for extra surveillance.
I think we might see a Yeti.” Ramone beamed with a broad smile.
He was a tan skinned, brown eyed man with a mop of black curls on his head, long dagger ears, and fangs.
A werewolf with a bush for mutton chops and an contagious smile.