Chapter 38 #2
I ran my thumb down the table of contents, freezing as my eyes widened in disbelief at what was listed there.
This wasn't just any romance anthology…it was a collection of explicit scenes, each one categorized.
The contents page read like a menu of forbidden delights: intimate oral pleasures, scenarios involving multiple partners, creative implements, primal chase sequences, and role-playing fantasies that would make even the most liberal reader blush.
It was good to know that the people of this realm had some taste.
The question was, did Veylor know about what was in this book? Or did he just randomly grab it off the shelf?
Because he always looked like he had a stick up his ass.
Maybe he did need a stick up his ass.
Or Oryx’s dick.
Because I would watch that.
Reading these things privately was one thing, and I took care of myself while doing it, but the thought of reading them aloud in front of two people was terrifying. Still, my determination to get back at Veylor and leave him frustrated was much stronger.
I’m going to do this.
I flipped through the pages and landed on a page that would stir up Oryx. I smiled and winked at Veylor, who now looked absolutely terrified.
Don’t test me, lich.
“Veylor, you can’t touch yourself when I read this.”
Oryx tilted his head in confusion.
Then I began, “Her body trembled as she stepped through the darkened forest.” Oryx scooted closer to me and laid his skull on my lap.
His ears twitched as he listened intently, and I stroked his coarse hair gently. Veylor, on the other hand, looked like a statue, frozen in his seat, his eyes wide with a mix of anticipation and dread.
He didn’t think I would read this did he?
I hid my smirk and continued reading.
"The moonlight cast dappled shadows through the canopy, barely enough to light her path. She knew she was being followed, yet that didn’t deter her.
The snapping of twigs and rustling of leaves echoed her steps.
A thrill shot up her spine, a mix of fear and excitement.
She had been warned about the beasts in these woods, the ones that take the women of the town, but she couldn't resist the allure of danger, the want to succumb to the darkness. "
Oryx's tail thumped against the floor, his breathing heavy. I could feel the vibrations of his growls against my legs, his instincts kicking in. My thighs tightened. I could feel my arousal pooling at the apex of my thighs. I was going to ruin yet another dress, but at the moment, I couldn’t seem to find a care about that.
My clit fluttered at the thought Oryx would soon be between my legs and Veylor would be watching.
Veylor, meanwhile, shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his cheeks flushed.
"Suddenly, she stopped. The sounds behind her paused.
She turned slowly, her heart pounded in her chest. There, standing at the edge of the shadows, was a figure.
Not a wolf, but a large creature with red eyes, fur along its body, menacing teeth.
His eyes reflected the moonlight, a hungry gaze fixed on her.
He stepped closer, his intent clear. She gasped and backed away, a small smile playing on her lips.
This is what she wanted. For him to chase her, to catch her, to claim her.
To feel the heat of his body on hers, to touch her in intimate places that no one had dared touch before. "
Oryx whimpered, his claws digging slightly into my thighs. I winced slightly but didn't stop him. Veylor leaned forward, his hands on his knees, staring at Oryx. His breaths came in short gasps.
I was enjoying this far too much.
"She turned and ran, her heart racing. She could hear him behind her, his footsteps quick and sure.
She deliberately slowed, her body aching with need.
When he tackled her to the ground, she let out a scream that was half surprise, half delight.
His body was hard against hers, his breath hot on her neck.
'You're mine,' he growled, his hands rough and demanding. "
Oryx growled, his body tense.
Veylor squirmed as if the sound of Oryx’s voice turned him on further. I decided to take it up a notch, skipping ahead to a more intense part.
"He flipped her onto her back, ripping off her clothes in haste. He leaned in and pressed his nose to her dripping cunt.”
Oryx growled and shoved me onto the couch. I held onto the book with a firm grip as he lifted my dress and tore my underwear down to my ankles.
I opened my mouth to protest but Oryx took my undergarments and held it to his snout. “You smell delicious. Do you like this book?”
I snickered when Oryx threw the underwear to Veylor. He caught it with a finger and brought it to his nose. I stared at him, wondering why I thought it was even more erotic than when Oryx had done it.
Oryx is part animal, animals do that sort of thing.
Veylor was a fae, more human-like.
Veylor took in a sharp inhale, his tongue licking in the space that held my most intimate part.
“She tastes lovely too.”
I bit my lip but shook my head quickly. I’m supposed to turn Veylor on and make him suffer. Not the other way around.
I had to keep going with the story.
“The beast pushed her legs apart.” I began again.
“She could feel his hardness against her, and she arched her back, exposing her pointed nipples, begging for more.
He leaned down, his teeth nipping at her breasts, taking long strokes of his rough tongue between them.
She moaned, her body on fire. 'Please,' she begged, her voice barely a whisper. "
Oryx mirrored the beast from the story, yanking down my bodice with his teeth. His tongue traced a hot path across my skin before he snarled in frustration. Suddenly, claws I hadn't noticed before appeared at his fingertips, and with one swift motion, he tore my dress open from neck to navel.
I gasped and Veylor cursed beside us.
“Fuck, aren’t you gorgeous?” Veylor palmed himself
I panted as Oryx licked at my breasts, making their way down my torso.
“I said you can’t touch yourself,” I whispered.
Veylor scowled but removed his hand.
Oryx's grip on my thighs was almost painful now, his body shaking with restraint to not do more.
Veylor looked like he was about to explode, his knuckles white as he gripped the chair. There was a sick satisfaction having him not touching himself.
Was I really going to be this mean?
Ah, yup.
"He thrust into her,” I continued. “A low growl escaped his lips as she cried out, at the sharp intrusion.
Her legs tried to wrap around his wide hips as he began to move, his pace quick and desperate.
She met his thrusts, her hips rising to meet his, their bodies slick with sweat.
The beast's grunts and her moans filled the forest, a symphony of primal need.
“She had yearned for this. She surrendered to the idea that her body was a sacrifice. She would never tell a soul, but she had imagined countless nights, pleasuring herself in bed at the thought. The beast only claimed what a maiden would offer freely. She loved that she was no longer in control feeling the roughness of his touch, each hot breath against her skin. This was her darkest fantasy made flesh: to disappear beneath something wilder than herself.”
A growl rumbled from Oryx's throat as silvery threads of saliva descended from his parted jaws, landing on my exposed skin. I gasped, feeling the pulse between my legs intensify with desperate need.
Oryx took one long lick from bottom to top, I cried out and gripped Oryx’s hair.
I can’t read like this…
Veylor’s eyes never left my body and were flashing with desire. Oryx had been tame all things considered, holding himself together. I know how Oryx could be ravenous. His hands, tail, all over my body but he was letting Veylor take both of us in.
It dawned on me.
Oryx was giving Veylor a show.
“You know me well,” Oryx growled into my pussy. “Now arch your back so I can slide my tongue deeper.”
The vibrations made me gasp.
Veylor hastily untied his trousers, pulling them down to his knees, allowing his erect member to spring free, with drops of precum dripping onto the floor.
Shit.
Why did that look so good?
Veylor lifted his lip into a snarl. His cock was angry, a deep purple at the head and the drops were coming down more frequently.
Poor baby.
My breath hitched as Oryx's tongue mimicked the actions described in the book to me as I tried to read more, unsuccessfully, I might add. I squirmed, the sensation almost too much to bear.
Veylor watched, his eyes wide and hungry. “Keep reading,” he taunted. “Unless you no longer can.”
I defiantly tilted my chin, trying to hold off the impending orgasm.
“Give. It. To. Me.” Oryx snarled, his snout pressed to my clit. “Give me your pleasure. I’m starving.”
Damn it.
I leaned my head back, the book still in my hand. I cried out in pleasure and pulled on Oryx’s hair. He pulled on my hips, opened his maw as wide as it could go.
He took eating me out to a freaking new level.
I turned my head to gaze at Veylor, my eyes weighed down by longing. I noticed Veylor's shadows spreading throughout the entire room.
“Fuck,” he growled, showing sharp pointed fangs.
That’s new.
Oryx's wet sounds between my legs went quiet, his claws loosening their grip. I clutched the book against my chest like a shield, though it did nothing to hide my breasts. Through the fog of arousal clouding my mind I don’t think I really cared anymore.
“I want to fuck you.” Oryx loomed over me. “That wasn’t enough.”
I blinked several times at him and then at Veylor. He had the same sentiment apparently. His hands were away from his cock, his balls heavy. He had even taken off his vest and begun untying his shirt.
“No.” I stated to Veylor and turned back to Oryx.
Oryx ears deflated.
“Veylor can watch…” I smirked.
Veylor’s fists tightened on the chair, and his fang pierced his lip.
“…And Oryx, you have to catch me first.”