Chapter 6 #2
Unhurried.
His hand slid up her thigh.
Hers found his collar.
The world narrowed to breath and heartbeat and the faint hum of magic beneath the carriage.
Then—
A head popped through the shimmering veil at the front of the cabin.
“Hey, lovebirds,” Mareth’s voice cut in cheerfully. “We’re there soon. Tallest mountain in the realm.”
Aldric jerked back.
Reality slammed into him.
Dragon.
Air.
Endless sky beneath them.
Right.
They were flying.
Seraphae shot her brother a venomous look.
Pure murder.
“Remind me again,” she said sweetly, “why did we bring you along?”
Mareth grinned and lifted his sleeve.
A blue sigil shimmered to life along his forearm, runes flowing like liquid light.
“Because I can guide you to where the oracles meet,” he said lightly.
Her eyes narrowed.
Lips pressed into a thin line.
“…I hate that you’re useful.”
He laughed and pulled back through the veil.
“Love you too, Saphie.”
Before he disappeared, Aldric caught his gaze.
Just for a heartbeat.
No teasing.
No smugness.
Only concern.
Then he was gone.
The veil shimmered back into place.
For a moment, only the rush of wind and the low hum of magic filled the carriage.
Seraphae watched the spot where her brother had disappeared, brows faintly knit.
“…I haven’t seen him this chirpy in a long time,” she murmured. A quiet pause. “Something’s up.”
Aldric glanced at her.
“You think so?”
She nodded slowly, then shrugged.
“With Mareth? Always.”
Then her expression shifted.
Softened.
Darkened.
Golden eyes slid back to him with unmistakable intent.
Hunger.
Heat.
Promise.
Aldric stiffened on instinct.
He always did.
Seraphae noticed.
With a small, satisfied smile, she patted the empty space beside her.
“Come,” she murmured.
He hesitated for half a heartbeat.
Then slowly, obediently, he sat.
She was on him instantly.
Sliding closer. Turning sideways. Curling into his space as if she belonged there, which, of course, she did.
A low, pleased hum slipped from her throat as she pressed against him, her breasts brushing his shoulder, her warmth seeping through fabric and armor alike.
“Much better,” she whispered.
Aldric exhaled.
“Awww, still so tense,” she teased softly.
Her fingers traced a lazy line along his arm.
He swallowed.
“Rae…”
She smiled.
“Mm?”
“Mareth’s going to interrupt again.”
She laughed quietly.
Magic gathered in her hand.
A sigil bloomed across the interior of the carriage, faint and shimmering.
A moment later, his voice came from outside.
“Hey! I know what this is. Saphie, open up!”
She giggled.
Another flick of magic.
This time, light pink.
The sounds from outside dulled, muffled into nothing more than distant noise.
She exhaled in satisfied triumph.
Then her gaze returned to Aldric.
“He can try.”
Her eyes sparkled.
And Aldric knew he was already losing.
She was warm.
Soft.
Comforting.
A faint purr vibrated in her chest.
Her hand drifted lower.
Tracing.
Teasing.
She tilted her head, lashes fluttering.
Innocently she whispered.
“Can I have a taste?”
Her palm was gently rubbing against the straining bulge in his pants.
Her tongue brushed his lips.
Warm.
Wet.
Promising.
Aldric laughed softly under his breath.
“Yes please. All this oracle and brand talk makes me stressed.”
She smiled, slow and knowing.
“Mm. That can happen. Here. Let me help with that.”
Her hands went to the laces of his trousers. They were quick, efficient. She didn’t fumble. In seconds, she had them undone, the fabric gaping open. Her fingers slipped inside, past the linen of his undergarments, and wrapped around his thick cock.
Aldric groaned, a deep, resonant sound that vibrated through her where she sat against him. He was already fully hard, straining against her grip.
A bead of clear pre-cum welled at the tip, glistening in the dim light.
“Mmmph, you look so tasty…”
She leaned forward, bending over him, her breasts swaying dangerously close to his face, constrained by her dress. With her free hand, she reached for the draped neckline of her gown, hooked her fingers into the fabric and simply lowered it.
The silken material slipped down, obeying her will.
It pooled just below her breasts, leaving them completely bare.
Her nipples were already pert and pebbled, a deep rosy pink against her dusk violet skin, just waiting to be touched and played with.
She didn’t make him wait.
Still holding him firmly in one hand, she lowered herself.
Just so.
Into his face, smothering him with their soft, pillowy warmth. The scent of her skin, filled his senses. His nose was buried in her cleavage, his mouth suddenly accessible to one taut peak.
He didn’t need further instruction.
His lips parted, and he took her nipple into his mouth.
A soft, shuddering moan escaped her lips.
“Awww,” she cooed, her voice trembling with pleasure, “did you miss my touch that much?”
A muffled, affirmative sound escaped his lips.
She smiled, a curl of pure bliss.
Her hand on his cock began to move. A slow, firm stroke from root to tip.
In the meantime, her other hand reached behind, under the silk of her dress.
Her fingers found the hem, gathered it, and pushed the fabric up around her waist, exposing herself to the cool air of the compartment and, more importantly, to him.
Aldric’s hand, which had been lying at his side, came up. It found the smooth curve of her ass, kneading gently. Then his fingers trailed lower, confirming what he suspected—no panties… because of course, there were no panties.
A low, approving growl rumbled in his chest against her breasts.
She giggled.
His index finger and middle finger slide inside.
The touch was teasing, gentle, exactly the kind that made her eyes roll backwards.
Her hips pushed back instinctively against his hand.
The stroking pace increased.
She was milking him in earnest now, her movements practiced and devastating. Pre-cum flowed freely, coating her fingers, making lewd, wet sounds that mixed with their ragged breathing.
She shifted slightly on his chest, angling her body so that her other neglected nipple brushed against his lips.
A smile.
He released the first one with a wet pop and latched onto the second, sucking eagerly, his tongue lashing the stiff peak.
“Mmmph,” she moaned, her head falling forward, her hair brushing his forehead. “Do you like my dress?”
He nodded and hummed against her breast.
She giggled, the sound breathy and full of delight.
“Good answer. Now I need my treat…”
She moved.
Kneeling over him on the soft bench, her full body on display, the shimmering golden fabric making soft, shushing noises with every movement.
She lowered her head.
Her mouth found his cock where her hand stroked.
A few kisses to the throbbing head, lapping up the pre-cum. Her tongue swirled around the crown, then took just the tip into the wet heat of her mouth, sucking gently.
Aldric groaned, a raw, desperate sound.
His head thudded back against the headrest, his eyes squeezing shut.
His fingers moved more firmly now, a promise of more to come.
She giggled around him, the vibration making him jerk.
She pulled off with a slick sound.
“You like my wet throat that much?”
“You’re asking like you don’t already know the answer.”
A bright, gorgeous laugh filled the carriage.
Victorious.
She went back.
Deeper this time.
She took all of him.
Her lips stretching around his girth.
She bobbed her head, her hand stroking where her mouth just have been, creating a seamless, continuous sensation.
Her back arched beautifully, the line of her spine a marvel of grace and tension.
Her wings unfurled slightly, not fully, but enough that the crimson membranes stretched out, trembling, brushing the walls and ceiling of the carriage.
He watched her through half-lidded eyes, his gaze dark with worship and desperate need.
His free hand came up and sank into her white hair.
He gathered it into a makeshift, loose ponytail at the back of her head, so he could see better.
So he could watch the obscene, perfect spectacle of her lips gliding up and down his slick shaft, how they stretched to accommodate him, how they hollowed with each suck.
His fingers began to work her properly.
Seraphae cried out, the sound muffled by his cock filling her mouth.
He worked her slowly and with deliberate come hither movements inside her, curling his finger, stroking her inner walls. Every pull sent jolts of pure, electric pleasure straight through her body.
Her eyes rolled back.
She kept her focus. Even as pleasure threatened to drown her, she maintained the rhythm on him.
She was a creature of pure appetite, and she was feasting.
He was getting close.
The pressure.
The buildup.
She smiled, still with his cock in her mouth, her cheeks hollowed.
Her hand cupped his balls and gently massaged them, rolling the heavy orbs, coaxing the release he’d been holding back.
That was all it took.
The coil snapped.
A guttural, choked roar was torn from Aldric’s throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated surrender.
He came.
Hard.
Wave after wave.
She drank him down, swallowing convulsively, her throat working around him, milking him for every last drop.
The shock of his release, the feel of his fingers still moving inside her, the visual of him coming apart beneath her triggered her own release.
She came, too.
A silent, breathless scream locked in her throat around his cock.
Her body convulsed.
A fresh flood of wetness soaked his hand, her thighs, the velvet of the bench beneath them. She trembled violently, her wings quivering, het tail coiling around his hand, as the intense, shuddering waves crashed over her, drawn out by the relentless, gentle pumping of his finger.
For a long, suspended moment, there was only the sound of their harsh, mingled breathing, the wet sounds of her swallowing.
Slowly, gently, Aldric withdrew his fingers.
Seraphae, with a final, tender suck, released his softening cock with a wet pop. She sat up, swaying with the carriage. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across her face.
She looked down at him.