22. Lakeside distractions
22
Lakeside distractions
Kaine
N idori was playing her ocarina, and she and Talon were settling into his evening routine. I had stayed, fiddling with my necklace for a while. I saw that Talon had started his nightly clothing and equipment scrub. It was kind of cute how lost in it he got, laser focused on removing every speck of dirt, then folding the clothes into a perfectly neat pile. I’d even restrained myself from going in and sabotaging it, despite being tempted, because his face was just so pleased as he admired his work.
I stood, stretching, and slipped into the ancient hallways. I needed some space. The part of the building we occupied now was open to the musty air above, the roof having crumbled some time ago.
I saw a flicker of colour out of the corner of my eye and turned to see a glowing light dancing on a wall, reflected through a window.
Spotting a balcony, I ducked under the beam that had fallen across the doorway .
It must have been a grand balcony once, with delicate pillars adorned with intricate patterns and stairs that led to more balconies further down. There was a white marble table on this level, with stone benches on either side, but I was drawn to the landscape beyond.
I let my mind wander, imagining living here when it was in its prime. To be a lord of this castle, able to adorn every inch in decadence. To invite people over and enjoy their envy as they saw everything I owned. I hummed as I thought. I’d get Nidori her own gown, whatever she wanted, and throw her a ball. I pictured her, walking down the steps to the balcony, full size and absolutely stunning. One of her arms would raise to wave at me as she grinned, and the other would hold Talon’s as he escorted her down the stairs. I’d dress him up in a silver suit and get him to tie his hair back. My fantasy fell apart as I pictured him there, leaving me with a painful hollowness. Just because I’d decided not to kill him—yet—didn’t mean there was a future that could include him and us. I wanted to make him mine, but it would be hard ensnaring him in a trap he could see.
I walked forward, leaning on the balcony railing and trying to distract myself with the view.
An inky black lake stretched in front of me, illuminated by bioluminescent flora that grew along the shore of the water. They cast an ethereal glow, painting the scene in a pattern of light and shadow. Vines grew along the walls of the cave, adorning them with luminous streaks of colour.
Bursts of light bloomed within the depths of the lake as creatures stirred beneath, something in the water responding to movement and with bright, enchanting light. Seemed like as good a place as any to think .
I climbed up to a ledge and lay back, settling in and taking in the view. How long had it been since I’d gotten to enjoy something like this? And, less pleasantly, how long did I have left?
Staring out at the lake, a morose mood settled over me.
I heard footfalls; Talon doing his daily perimeter check, no doubt. He did like routine. He seemed drawn to the balcony as well, coming out and resting a hand on the railing as he watched the movement down below.
He was a welcome presence here, with only his thin night clothes on. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing off his thick forearms. He shuffled his wings, leaning forward and giving me a nice view of his ass. My cock twitched as I took him in. Now this was a welcome distraction.
My mind turned to last night, to running my fingers along his thick body. What his magnificent tongue had done to my cock. The sight of him kneeling in front of me, holding my gaze, clinging to my every word. And how he had felt inside me, filling me as he took me completely. My cock hardened, and I felt a low flutter in my belly.
“Now, now,” I drawled, becoming visible again. “What do we have here?”
He turned, searching for me, but didn’t look up. I grinned and dangled my hand down, brushing his hair. He peered up at me and his face changed. Softened. A look he only had when he looked at me, a reverence that sent goose bumps along my arms. His blue eyes really were gorgeous, luminous in the dark.
“I was wondering if you’d show up,” I said.
“Didn’t think you were the kind to enjoy sightseeing,” he replied in an almost casual voice, his tail lashing behind him.
“Let’s just say…I’m currently trying to find out what kind I am,” I said, gaze drifting to the lake, a slight furrow on my brow.
“You all right?” he asked. “That’s very reflective of you.”
“Ugh. I know.” I rubbed my forehead. “Apparently, I’m in the mood to think. Nothing good comes of that, you know.”
“Thinking?”
“Mm-hmm. I’m much better when I’m just enjoying myself. I think you can relate, hmm?” I crouched and jumped down by his side. I heard his heart start racing, his breathing hitch as I straightened next to him. He was melting like a candle to flame, and I wanted to burn hot enough that he was nothing but a puddle on the ground.
“Lucky for me, the perfect distraction came along,” I said, pushing him backwards until he was pressed against the column. His face was already flushing, his eyes heavy-lidded. I slipped my hands under his shirt, feeling his hot skin, tracing the firm muscles adorning his body. Yes. This was exactly what I needed right now. His tail curled up at my touch, brushing against my side.
“You know, you’re very good at rescuing me from unpleasant situations,” I told him.
“Such as your own thoughts?” he managed to say.
He was so cute when he was trying to keep it together. I turned back to undoing the buttons on his shirt. That needed to come off. Immediately. I finished, and his breath came out in a hot sigh, eyes almost glazing over. I ran my hand along his chest, trailing his collarbones. I saw he hadn’t healed the bite mark on his neck and felt a primal satisfaction. Mine.
“Not just that,” I said, leaning forward and kissing his chest. He let out another heavy breath, his body melting into mine. “In fights.” I kissed him again, lips trailing down past his nipple, enjoying the softness. “In the river.” I was at his abs, nipping. This low down, I was so close to his erection, barely contained by his thin pants. I’d take care of that later. “On the cliff.” I came back up on the other side of his chest, teasing his skin, meeting his gaze again. “It’s very admirable, you know.”
His wings wrapped around us again. He picked me up, his strong arms holding me firmly. My legs wound around his waist, and I leaned in, my chin brushing his jaw. His scent washed over me, cinders and cinnamon drawing me in.
“Happy to be of service,” he murmured, leaning his head back as I trailed kisses up his neck.
Fuck, we still had too many clothes on. I had to fix that.
He stepped back against the wall as I pulled my shirt over my head, letting our skin touch. Then I was on him, hands tangling in his hair as our lips met. His hands slipped down, cupping my ass and stoking the lust within me. The kiss deepened, and I could feel his tongue split in response.
I moaned, gripping his head as our tongues clashed. His hands dug into my ass. My hand came to his chin, forcing his head back as I leaned closer, demanding he yield to me. My finger trailed along his lips, and he opened, sucking on it as I turned to his neck again. His skin was hot, his pulse bounding, tempting me to sink my fangs in, draw in that beautiful electricity. My finger found his tongue, trailing up one side and down the centre, and it responded, the wetness wrapping around my finger and up my hand.
“Every inch of you is truly delightful,” I whispered, needing him to know.
He looked down, not meeting my eyes, his tongue pulling back. I snarled. How could he not know?
“Talon,” I said, turning his head towards me. He met my gaze hesitantly as I continued. “You are glorious.”
He shook his head, looking away again and drawing another snarl from me. I grabbed his face, leaning in close .
“Right from the start, I wanted you. I wanted to run my fingers on your horns, tangle them through your hair. I wanted your tongue on my cock. I wanted your thighs trembling under my hands as I grabbed your tail and fucked you in your perfect ass.”
He took in a shaky breath, his eyes meeting mine. I didn’t know why I was saying it. Why it was important for him to believe me, but it was . Fuck anyone who had ever made him doubt it.
“I want that,” he said, biting his lip and looking down at me. I grinned and slipped my feet back down to the ground, grinding on his cock along the way. I wanted to take him on the table, see his face as I drove him to lose control. My arms wound around his neck, pulling him over. He followed like a puppy, eyes locked on to mine, hypnotised.
“Good boy. Now, get up there,” I ordered, nodding behind us.
He obeyed without hesitation, and I pushed him back, removing the rest of his clothes. I could feel his temperature rising, warming the cool air around us. It was like his body was made to respond to me. I could see the fire in his eyes, a drive that he struggled to control.
“You’re going to be good for me, right?” I asked, stroking his thigh. It was a thrilling game; could he behave for me? Or could I push him over the edge? He nodded, perhaps not trusting himself to speak. His tail curled towards me, stroking my leg.
I looked down at him appraisingly, enjoying having him beneath me.
All mine .
His back was arching at my touch, and I took his shaft in my hands, admiring the size and ridges that had obliterated my body yesterday. He already had pre-cum dripping from the head onto the line of hair on his stomach. He closed his eyes at my touch, body shivering and a moan escaping his lips. Fuck, it was so sexy how turned on he was by my touch. I summoned another shiver from him as I pressed my swollen tip against his asshole.
Mmm. I gazed down at him, soaking in the pleasure of this moment, wanting to draw it out. My finger trailed down, teasing around his hole and preparing him with a slick spell. He tensed, breaking our rhythm, and I glanced up at him.
“Something wrong, pet?” I asked.
He swallowed. “I want you,” he said quickly. “I just—I’ve only been with one person before you. And she…we didn’t…” He trailed off, not able to say it. He was barely able to meet my gaze, and I didn’t think he’d appreciate how fucking adorable I thought it was when he got so embarrassed.
“Didn’t what?” I asked, though I’d already guessed. To my delight, he covered his face with his hand and muttered something into his elbow. Oh no, none of that. “I don’t like repeating myself. Speak up, pet,” I said firmly.
He swallowed, meeting my gaze for a second before looking away. He covered his eyes with his arm. “I’ve never, um, been fucked. In the ass. By someone,” he managed, his voice cracking.
“Hmm. A sweet virgin hole,” I said, pushing my finger against it and eliciting a groan from him. “Or is it? A little fuckboy like you, I bet you’ve pleasured yourself inside here, hmm?”
He was panting, the corners of his eyes tearing up. His penis was rock hard, leaking as I laid out his shame.
“I like picturing that, Talon. You, alone in a room, so horny you can’t think. But you don’t just want to be touched, you want to be filled. Gods forbid you sleep with someone, so what’s a dirty little slut like you to do? What did you use?”
My hand slid down, and he bit down on his forearm as I stroked his tail. He whimpered under my touch .
“Most people use a dildo, but you don’t need one,” I said, running my hand along to the end. There was a barb there, wickedly sharp, but as I pressed gently into it, it retracted. I brought it down between his legs, trailing it down until it was circling his hole. His hips pressed towards me, his tail twitching in response.
“Come on, Talon. I need to know, so I know how prepared you are.” I trailed a finger up his swollen cock. “Have you tail-fucked yourself?”
“Y-yes,” he said, squeezing his eyes shut. Now that was a pretty picture. I tucked that away for future requests.
“Have you used anything thicker?” I asked, moving down and slipping my finger inside him.
He nodded.
“You sweet, sweet thing,” I said, resting my hand on his leg. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you enjoy this. But you do need to relax.”
He did, my assurance enough to put him at ease again.
It was fascinating how much he trusted me. Stupid, but fascinating.
I went slowly, absorbed in watching his face as I continued to work my hand up and down his shaft. My finger was working him inside, and I curled it upwards.
“Oh, Kaine,” he gasped, sending a wave of pleasure through me. It was heightened by his tail curling up between my legs, providing a hint of friction to my shaft. Fuck, I wanted to take him now, feel that tightness around my cock, but I continued at that slow pace.
I’d take care of him. The eager tip of my member brushed against the soft skin beneath his balls, and he moaned. I waited until he was ready and slipped another finger inside him.
“Please, Kaine. More,” he panted.
“You’re not ready yet,” I said, delighted .
“Fuck me,” he hissed, his hands grasping the sides of the table, some of his control slipping. Some of the ancient stone cracked under his grip.
Sweet Mazroak almighty , that was hot.
“Look who’s a little slut for me,” I murmured, pressing my tip against his asshole and drawing out a moan. “Do you want that?”
There was a feral look in his eye; it seemed he was on the precipice of losing it completely. He whined, shifting his hips towards me. I couldn’t hold off any longer, even if I wanted to.
I slipped inside, slowly, bit by bit. His leg shook and his eyes closed, a look of twisted ecstasy on his face. My breaths were coming hot and heavy, and I wet my lips with my tongue, determined to not go too hard, no matter how good it felt to be inside of him. I gripped him tightly with one hand as I thrust, the sensation sending a wave of euphoria through me. He couldn’t stop the sounds that escaped him. The gasps of pleasure. I tilted my head back, eyes closing as I lost myself inside of him. The pleasure was breathtaking, building and gripping my body with a ferocious intensity.
“Talon,” I breathed, feeling his cock tighten in my hands as I fucked him. His back arched, a desperate sound escaping from his lips as he came undone, spilling in my grip. That was enough for me, his cry and the way his body twisted and tightened around me sending me over the edge. It was heat, light, a blinding explosion that gripped my body, leaving me shaking and gasping for breath.
Fuck, I want this forever .
I gazed down at my Talon, the beautiful expanse of his body still heaving as I recovered. I leaned forward for a second, wanting to press a kiss to his knee. Now to make sure he was all right, help him get cleaned up .
The thought came unbidden, tangling in my brain as I came down from the high. I took a step backward, panting. No. He wasn’t actually mine, no matter how much I wanted him to be. I couldn’t be going soft on him.
I turned, not wanting to show him my face, not wanting to see his. I grabbed some fabric from the ground where we’d strewn our clothes, quickly wiping up.
I threw it to Talon and pulled on my pants. He frowned as he wiped himself off. It was his shirt.
“You better help me wash this off,” he grumbled.
I spared him a backwards glance, buttoning up my own— clean —top. I needed to get out of here. Before I had any crazier thoughts about trying to take care of him.
“You’ll have to make me,” I said, and walked out the room. I didn’t trust myself to stay. That was supposed to be a distraction from my issues, not create more.
What a fucking mess .