Chapter Fourteen #2
Her head drops to my shoulder, her muscles relaxing.
“You knew that would happen?” She sounds a tiny bit put out.
“Mmm, I hoped it would, baby.”
She lets out a little noise and I feel her teeth on my shoulder, biting. I laugh and gently pull her back.
“Now, on the counter,” I command as I lift her back up, pulling her cunt off my cock—to both of our sounds of disappointment.
“Lay back,” I command as I climb up with her. I straddle her head as I put my hand on the base of my cock.
I feed it to her, her pretty lips open around me, and my eyes close in pleasure.
“Good girl. Do you like how you taste, baby?”
She mumbles an affirmative.
“Yeah, how could you not, princess? You’re delectable.”
And at that, I drop down onto my hands, burying my face into her wet pussy. She drops her knees out but lays still. Probably rather busy managing the cock thrusting into her throat, I think.
I fuck her face smoothly and slowly, hips thrusting into her mouth. She tilts her head and allows it, lips gripped tight, but otherwise still and accepting.
I’m busy eating her cunt, but I can tell she’s getting close again quickly. I purr into her, pleased that she needs another. Gonna have to be with just my tongue, since I can’t lift a hand up and keep fucking her face like this. And fuck, it feels so incredible, I can’t stop.
I lick her clit, sucking my lips around it, trying to get Ollie to finish again. But I’m on the edge. I lift my face.
“Get ready baby. I want you to swallow it all,” I grit out.
I stay on all fours and my head drops as I start to cum. I keep my cock shallowly in her mouth as I do, but continue thrusting. The pleasure of cumming in my mate’s mouth is too much for me and my eyes close as I finish, feeding my hungry little mate my seed.
“Swallow,” I growl, looking between our bodies as soon as I can pry my eyes open.
I pull my dick out of her mouth and climb off the table. She sits up, licking her lips.
“Nope,” I snarl, and grab her behind the knees. I tug her to the edge of the table as I use my foot to pull a stool over. I sit and her swollen, pink cunt is directly in my face.
“Fucking perfect, baby.”
I press three fingers into her wet pussy. I curl them, easily finding that inner spot and working it hard.
“Squirt for me again?” I ask, looking up her body.
“Fuck, lick my clit,” she whimpers, already on edge.
And I dive back into her. I latch my lips over her clit as I reach my other hand up to pinch and pull at her nipple.
I could do this all fucking day.
I intend to do this all day, as soon as we kill Alder, I think.
Her body arches up, her pointed toes finding my knees as her hands land on the table to prop her body up.
“Yes, Kai! Yes! FUCK!” she screams as she cums in my mouth and my hands go around her ass, holding her to me as I keep working her.
Only when her exhausted body drops flat to the table as she pants, recovering, do I stop licking and lapping at her delicately.
“Good girl, getting my cock, balls, and face wet.”
“The mouth on you, Kai,” she mutters.
“Are you speaking of my vocabulary or my talented tongue?”
“Yes,” she utters tiredly.
I stroke her thighs, not avoiding her scars, my hands gentle.
Slowly, she stirs. “I need to grab the pennyflower and yellow goats’ root to make some ‘no-baby’ tea.”
I nod, helping her hop off the table.
“Can you show me the best herb to give someone with scales a rash?” I ask, as I bend to grab the binding for her breasts.
Her uproarious laughter makes me grin.
THE FIVE OF US HEAD back to the landing field we arrived at, pausing for Ollie to leave a letter for their friend Colette.
“She’s going to be madder than a wet hen,” Vale comments, hands in his pockets, that pretentious ass cardigan open to his bare, blue chest, “That you up and left again.”
“I know,” Ollie states mournfully. “She deserves better.”
I glare at Vale and wrap my arm around Ollie’s shoulder silently.
When we arrive at the field, the attendant does a double take at Vale, but quickly goes to retrieve the griffons.
Ollie leans into Vale’s body and he folds over her, whispering and kissing. I’d grumble about it but my dick still smells like her cunt, so I suppose I can let it go.
He turns to us. “We’ll head north, but we should probably veer west of Centerhedge and approach the Pinwood from the east.”
Lonan’s face freezes and I know he’s annoyed. “Fine. Stay behind us, so you don’t fly too far ahead.”
Vale nods, kisses Ollie again, and tromps off to transform.
The attendant brings the four griffons. Finn rubs the beak of his, calming it.
The white-ended one presses his face against my chest and dances in place. I chuckle. “Antsy, big guy? Sick of being cooped up? Me too.”
THE FLIGHT NORTH TAKES longer than our one here.
In part because we’re going around, and further north, than Thistle Grove, and in part because we don’t have the wind’s help.
An air essential could be of use here, I muse.
Not that I’m agreeing to anyone else fucking Ollie.
I can hardly stand to share her this much.
However, I find flying disconcerting, so the time passes quickly as I hold on for dear life.
When I see the Centerhedge on the side horizon, I’m shocked we’re that close.
The Pinwood Desert lies nearly directly north of Centerhedge, and by some geologic oddity, separated from both the humongous Lake Woe on the west, and the Restless Gulf on the east by narrow strips of fertile land.
When we land in scrubby grass that has taken root in the sandy soil of the edge between the grasslands and the desert, I quickly unlash myself and pat my griffon.
“You should name him,” Ollie chirps, looking none the worse for wear.
I cross to her, putting my hands on either side of her face. “Not cold baby?”
She shakes her head as she gazes up at me, love clear on her face.
Her pretty olive skin feels fine, so I let it go. I turn to Finn as I tuck Ollie under one arm. “Have you ever been to the Pinwood, given the proximity of Larkstead?”
He nods, “Our gamemaster half-adopted me. He took me on many a trip to the wilds. We never went far into it, for long, but he did take me to teach me some of the rules of the desert.”
I nod, grateful for it. Our dads had told us of desert-craft, but we had never visited one where we could practice it firsthand.
“What do we do with the griffons?” Lonan asks, frowning. “How long will we be in there?”
Vale hikes over a small ridge at that exact moment, sweater flapping, hair tied tightly in a bun. “Too long to leave them,” he answers.
“We can send them back to Thistle Grove,” Finn reassures us. “It was the first thing I worked with them on when we got there.” He drops to a knee to dig a pen and paper out of his pack.
I shake my head a tiny bit, “How exactly are we getting out of here?”
“Fucking stones,” Lo curses, “I knew we needed more time to plan! What was the rush?”
“The risk of my uncle changing his mind and sending one of the Old Ones to eat us,” Vale deadpans.
“Solid reason,” Finn mutters, as he strides about taking the reins off the griffons.
“You can ride me,” Vale says.
“No thanks, I’d rather ride your mom,” Lo says flatly, without missing a beat.
Ollie giggles. “You walked right into that one, my dragon.”
Finn mutters to the griffons as he ties a note to his mount. They caw, and take to the air.
“They’ll be at Thistle Grove by nightfall. The note just says that we’re safe, so Lilac and Fane don’t worry, but nothing to reveal where we are, if it falls into the wrong hands.”
“Well done, pretty boy,” I praise quietly.
His green cheeks darken a bit as he turns away. Vale’s eyes flick between us and I see something in his look.
Vale clears his throat. “My mother, last I heard, was residing in a cave not far from this eastern edge. I suggest we camp here for the night, and hike in tomorrow. I think we might need to camp one night in the desert, and be able to reach the cave the next morning. And then, if Ollie can convince her to leave, we can be back in Guivre that eve.”
He looks at Ollie, eyebrow raised, “Though I’m not quite sure how you think you can convince her. I know she likes you, but... well, she’s been a bit reclusive since the last war.”
“Why don’t we fly?” I ask. “Why hike? We had griffons.”
“They do poorly in the heat,” Finn answers evenly. “It could be their deaths.”
Oh.
“Why don’t we set up camp,” Ollie suggests, and I can hear the edge in her tone as she gestures to me and herself, “And you two can work on some blade work with Finn.”
“Beloved, I... didn’t mean...” Finn looks back and forth between us.
Lonan smirks, pulling out his long sword, “C’mon, Finnick, it’ll be fun. Perhaps we can bet on the winner. That’s how Kai and I used to do it.”
I let out a low chuckle and throw a smile at him.
“I’ll be glad to help,” Vale offers with a fond look on his face. I guess he has a soft spot for Finnick too. Hmrph.
I pull out the tents. The second best thing that came from the human world was lightweight metals and thus, lightweight camping gear. I tug out the telescoping poles.
Ollie steps near me as I squat and drops to her knees next to me.
“I was too wiped out last time, but I’d like to help this go,” she says with a smile on her lovely face.
“‘Course, baby. Here,” I hand her a set. “The tents are the same, just follow along with me.”
She copies my movements easily as we settle into a comfortable silence. Once the poles are done, we work together to lever up one, then the other, tent.
As we circle the tents, tying and staking, I ask “Do you think we’ll pass any of those giant cactuses? The Ivies ones?”
Ollie looks at me, her two pinned buns mussed from the ride. “Probably, I recall a few on the way to Rowan’s last time. Why?”
I shrug, throwing her a grin, “I’ve just always wanted to see one. Are they really as tall as an old pine?”
She nods, shooting me an adorable look. “Yup. Taller even.” She brushes her hands together. “Fire ring now?”
I nod, “Perfect.”
We start to sweep in a circle around camp, to gather large stones. I hear swords clashing and yelling from over the rise. I hope Lo is wiping the floor with that dragon.
“Oh, hey, what was Balthazar on about? With Vale—burning down a forest?”
She chuckles. “When he was an older wingling, who had just started training with ‘Uncle Balls,’ he went out one night with some of the guards. He apparently imbibed more whiskey than he’d ever had before.
He got up to some trouble with a diamond dragoness, a real beauty, from his telling.
And woke up the next morning, pockets picked, on the smouldering remains of a forest not far outside the city.
He had no idea who burned it, him or her, or really, well, anything after they had left the bar together and he’d waved off the guards. ”
She shakes her head. “The way he tells it is much funnier, but Balthazar has never let him live it down.”
I raise an eyebrow, looking up from where I had been arranging tinder in the fire ring. I oddly might like him a tiny bit better for hearing about him getting bamboozled by a pretty face.