12. Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve
C olette felt like she was in a dream. Every sensation against her skin was euphoric, and all she wanted, more than anything, was to be close to Mav—her lion.
Mav was leaning up and pulling off her leather armor, shifting Colette enough to slide her leggings down over her muscular thighs. Old gods have mercy, she was beautiful.
This night was not unfolding how Colette had expected, but she wasn’t about to complain. She felt all too relieved to be back with her Captain so soon. She knew she should be trying to escape, but the thought of leaving Mav had a twinge of sadness pulling at her sternum.
Finally bare, Mav leaned back, and the two just stared at each other for a long moment. Colette wanted to touch her again. She shifted, climbing off of Mav’s hips, and knelt next to her.
“Spread your legs for me,” Colette instructed. Mav obeyed without question.
“What a good girl. Now lift your right leg into the air for a moment.” Mav did, and Colette maneuvered herself back into a straddling position, this time with her torso pressed against Mav’s raised leg.
She sank down, holding Mav’s muscled leg close to her, and her already too-sensitive core pressed into the tiny spines along Mav’s cunt.
Both of them moaned at the touch; Colette might simply perish from pleasure. Nothing should feel this good.
“Oh Mav, you feel so good. Just sit still, alright?”
“Colette,” Mav moaned as Colette began to move.
She ground against Mav’s entrance, the spines working her clit. It wasn’t long before Mav’s legs were trembling. Colette kept going until Mav went completely silent and shuddered hard with her orgasm. Colette couldn’t help it; she followed Mav over the edge.
The haze of pleasure seemed to lift slightly as Colette leaned her face into the fur of Mav’s leg. After a moment of catching her breath, she turned to look back at Mav—and found her eyes filled with tears.