Chapter Twenty-Five
When he started with the compliments, she knew his grip on propriety was beginning to slip.
There were two stitches. One encircled the base, most of it hiding underneath the sack.
Seraphina felt it under her fingertips as she massaged his balls.
They tightened and drew up when she pressed the flat of her tongue to his slit to taste the beads of liquid gathered there.
She traced the rough suture with the tips of her fingers, and Rune pulled back slightly.
She felt him tense up, but before he could change his mind and potentially stop her, she sucked the throbbing head into her mouth and swirled her tongue underneath the crown.
That earned her a low moan and a thrust of his hips.
The second one ran along the underside of his cock, like he’d said. It started from under his balls, connecting with the first stitch, and ended under the mushroom head. She was pressing her tongue against that point just now, testing to see what it did to him.
She’d never done this before. Truthfully, she didn’t remember ever wanting to do it to a man, not even to Matteo. Maybe because his purist upbringing would’ve kept him from letting her anyway, so she hadn’t thought about it.
Rune, with his tenderness, eagerness to please her, and fear that she might reject him, made her want to explore things she’d never imagined herself doing.
After all, she’d been brought up into a purist family as well, though the second she’d renounced those values, she’d dived into everything that represented their opposite.
Seraphina came from a noble family, and noble wives certainly didn’t suck cock. But she’d gone to live and study at Kr?henstein Academy young, and there, she’d met boys and girls from all social classes, and some of them, when they reached the right age, did suck cock and sometimes talked about it.
She’d never seen one, either, aside from the anatomy textbooks. Now she had one in her hand, slowly guiding it into her mouth, and she still couldn’t say she’d seen it.
She managed half of it when she had to stop and swallow around it, her jaw aching and her throat trying to decide if it was going to deploy her gag reflex or not.
The stitch along the underside dragged against the middle of her tongue.
It was oddly arousing. She wondered two things: one, were all cocks this long and thick, and two, if one day she convinced Rune to put it in her cunt, would she feel that stitch rub her wall, and would she like it?
“You’re torturing me,” he breathed.
She wanted to say she was sorry, but with her mouth full, what came out was a low hum.
It sent vibrations through his length, and she felt his abdominal muscles tense.
He grunted, and the next thing she knew, his hand was on her head.
He didn’t push down, just left it there, and the gesture sent a wave of pleasure through her core.
Her pussy clenched around nothing. Seraphina pressed her legs together and rubbed her thighs discreetly.
She didn’t want to touch herself yet, though she would have to at some point.
It would become too much, but teasing herself felt good, too.
She breathed through her nose and took another inch.
One more, and her throat contracted, warning her that this was her limit.
At least until she got some practice in.
The contraction of her throat earned her another groan from Rune.
His fingers flexed, digging into her hair.
His reactions were so natural and unexpected.
.. Seraphina had never dreamed she could have such power over a man.
“Please...”
And oh, how she loved it when he begged.
He was so good at it, too. She moved her head back up, then descended once more, swirling her tongue and sucking to the best of her ability.
She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, where she couldn’t reach with her mouth, and rubbed in time with the movement of her head.
Up and down, in jerky, uncoordinated motions, and she knew she was probably not doing a great job of it, but if she hadn’t done it before, Rune hadn’t had it done to him either, so he wouldn’t know.
“Mmm... slow down,” he whispered. “No... stop... I’m going to... You have to stop...”
It didn’t sound like he wanted her to stop, but she respected his wish and released his cock with a pop. She craned her head and saw his shadow slightly arched toward her. He was looking at her, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. “Don’t you like it?”
“No, I do... I think I like it too much.”
“Then why did we stop?”
She shifted on the floor, feeling the dampness between her thighs. She’d have to wash her chemise after this.
“Because I thought I would...” He swallowed hard. “I felt like I was going to...”
Seraphina smiled and pressed a kiss to the head. “Oh. You can, you know. I will swallow.”
“N-No... It will taste bad.”
She flicked her tongue over the slit. “I don’t think so.”
He inhaled sharply. “But you... drinking that... It’s not... It’s not proper.”
“What if I want it?”
For a moment, he was too stunned to speak. “You... want it?”
She shrugged. “Is that so bad? Forget about proper. Look at my face, Rune. I’m not proper. And people keep telling you that you’re not proper, so why does it matter? Let’s be improper and enjoy it.”
He hesitated, considering her words. All this time, his hand hadn’t moved from her head, his thumb absentmindedly stroking a spot on her scalp that felt particularly good. Or maybe anywhere he touched her it felt good.
“All right,” he said. “Should I... Should I warn you?”
“That would be nice.” She gave him a smile. She was still holding the base of his cock with one hand, but the other had crept lower while they talked and now rested in her lap, close to her core. “Do you mind if I touch myself?”
“N-No... If you want to... Maybe I should...”
She could tell he was going through possible positions that would allow him to touch her while she did what she did to him. She had a few ideas, but they weren’t there yet. He wasn’t comfortable enough to suggest such things, and to be fair, she wasn’t sure she could manage them either.
“Just relax,” she said. Her hand slipped beneath her shift. “Don’t think about anything.”
“That’s impossible. I’m thinking about you. All the time.”
She smiled and pressed her lips to his head, where she whispered, “I like that. Yes, think about me.”
Seraphina took him in her mouth again as she slid a finger between her soaked folds.
She sunk it into her pussy as she pressed her pelvis into the heel of her palm.
The sensation was so exquisite that she moaned around Rune’s cock.
She knew he was watching her, and what she was doing was probably so arousing to him that he couldn’t resist any longer, and he gently pressed her head down.
She welcomed it, closing her eyes and taking more of him in, her attention split between the cock in her mouth and the finger pumping in and out of her as she ground her sensitive spot into her palm.
The tension built, promising a satisfying release.
She was close, she was only waiting for him to tell her he was going to spill into her mouth, and then she’d allow herself to let go too.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. When he started with the compliments, she knew his grip on propriety was beginning to slip. “I can’t believe you’re doing this... to me... with your mouth... I don’t... Ahh... I don’t deserve it...”
She hummed in response, and he could interpret it any way he liked. She rolled her palm over her bundle of nerves and hummed again, sending vibrations through his cock.
“Ahh... I’m there, so close...”
Seraphina moved her head faster, and her hand too, squeezing his base and swirling her tongue around him sloppily.
She was making a mess of his fluids and her saliva, but it only added to her arousal.
She hummed every time she sank down, having the impression that if she did so, she could take more of him down her throat.
“Yes... No... I mean, don’t stop... Ahh... please... I’m going to... I’m so sorry, I’m going to...”
He let out a strained cry, pushed her head down until the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, and she felt his seed pour into her mouth, quickly filling it.
She pressed down on her aching nub and came with him, her pussy clenching around her finger.
She rubbed herself through it as she fought to remember how to swallow.
He tasted tangy, not at all unpleasant. Unfortunately, a lot of it spilled at the corners of her mouth, and she soon noticed that she’d forgotten to breathe, so she pulled away, panting softly as his seed dripped down her chin.
Rune took her face between his hands and swiped at the corners of her mouth, trying to clean her.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry...”
She licked the corner of her mouth and found his thumb there. He froze when he felt her tongue on his hand.
“Stop saying you’re sorry. I’m not sorry. Tell me how I look.”
“What?”
“Tell me what you see... If you like it...”
He gulped. “I like it a lot. You... Your hair is disheveled. That’s my fault. I hope I didn’t pull it.”
“You should’ve,” she said quickly, and sometimes she was surprised these ideas came to her like they were the most natural thing in the world.
“Your lips are red and swollen, and your chin is...” He exhaled. “You look sinful like this. We’re both going to hell.”
She laughed. “It can’t be worse than here.”
He laughed too. “And you smell... like me. And like you.”
Seraphina removed her fingers from under her shift and rubbed them together. They were slick with her juices, and she heard him curse under his breath.
“Can I...”
She didn’t understand what he wanted. She felt his fingers wrap around her wrist, then he guided her hand to his mouth, and she gasped.
He sucked her fingers, tasting her, and she couldn’t help letting out a moan at the feel of his lips enveloping her, the warmth of his mouth that she couldn’t have for some mysterious reason, because he’d told her that she wouldn’t want those lips on her, but she would. .. she did... badly.
“Thank you,” he said.
Those two words made her blush harder than what they’d just done.
“We should wash,” she said, pushing herself to her feet. Rune helped her, and she clung to him. “We’re leaving tomorrow.”
“We are?”
She saw his shadow fumble with his pants as he tucked himself back in.
“Yes, I think we must,” she said. “It’s time. You’re doing better, and we’ve rested long enough.”
“No, you’re right. And our money is running out.”
She nodded and made her way behind the screen.
There was water left from when they’d bathed the night before, and she washed her hands and her chin.
She would ask for more water later, when they retired for the evening.
Since they’d arrived at the White Horse, they’d taken a bath every night, first Seraphina and then Rune.
It was an indulgence, and the innkeeper’s wife had regarded her oddly every time she asked for water and fresh towels.
But they didn’t know when they’d get a chance to bathe again after they left the inn, so they took advantage while they could.
“I’ll see if the innkeeper’s wife can give us some provisions for the road,” she said. “And we’ll have a lovely dinner tonight.”
“All right.”
He didn’t ask her why she’d decided to leave so suddenly.
During the week they’d spent at the White Horse, she hadn’t mentioned it once.
For someone who was out for revenge, set on crossing into enemy territory to find the men who’d destroyed her life, Seraphina had been content to forget all about that and indulge in days of peace and quiet, good food, strong beer, walks in nature, and nights spent in the arms of a man who made her feel safe and adored.
Was she going soft? Was she losing sight of what mattered, tricked by the possibility of a different kind of life that she’d never imagined before she’d started falling for Rune?
She was starting to fall for him, wasn’t she? It was a different kind of falling than how she’d fallen for Matteo.
Rune, unlike her purist first love, was tangible.
He fought her still, but even so, she could reach him, touch him, taste him, have him.
His resistance wasn’t rooted in an ideology passed down through a family of repressed nobles – which Seraphina would’ve never been able to break through, not even if her cunt demonstrated magical abilities.
Rune’s resistance came from his belief that he was ugly, unworthy, unfit for her, but that she could change – his mind.
He didn’t ask her why they were leaving tomorrow and not three days ago, or three days from now, and she didn’t tell him about Briar.
As far as he was concerned, she’d gone for a stroll as a means of challenging him to push himself and be in the presence of strangers, calmly drinking a beer in the middle of a crowded place while she wasn’t there to anchor him.
He didn’t need to know that Briar was after her, because right now, she wasn’t, and Seraphina would know how to thwart her in the future. And he certainly didn’t need to know what Briar had told her about him. How she’d described him.
Seraphina herself didn’t want to think about it. Because she didn’t believe a word of it. Truly, she didn’t.
Besides, it didn’t matter. Rune could’ve been covered in stitches from head to toe, his skin could be uneven, mangled, a fright to behold, and she would want him.
Seraphina would always want Rune.