Chapter 7 #3
Seraphae’s eyes fluttered shut in pure bliss, a soft, approving hum vibrating around his shaft. Her throat worked, swallowing convulsively, each contraction milking him for every last drop.
Then—
His hands, which had been tangled in her hair, released their gentle grip. They slid down, strong and sure, and wrapped around both of her wrists.
Her eyes flew open, golden and curious.
He lifted her.
Not with effort, but with that easy, knightly strength that always made her shiver. He pulled her up from her knees, her mouth leaving his cock with a wet, final pop. She rose before him, beaming, a look of delighted confusion on her face.
“Turn around.”
His voice was rough, raw from the aftermath, but there was something new in it now.
A command that brooked no argument.
Her expression shifted to surprise, her smile faltering for a moment.
“You want to—”
She stopped.
Something darker flickered in his eyes. Crimson glinting in his irises.
The anger. The frustration.
All of it, somehow, channeled into something else.
Something sharper.
Something hungry.
Something still not satisfied.
He leaned forward and kissed her.
It was sudden.
Deep.
A claiming..
His grip was firm, possessive.
He turned her, his body pressing against her back, one strong arm holding and locking her arms behind her back.
Steady.
Her ass, bare and round, rubbed against his cock.
He was still slick with her spit and his own spend.
The wet, warm and luxurious slide of his cock against her skin made her whimper.
He pressed it into her.
No hands.
Just the pressure of his hips, guiding himself with brutal, beautiful accuracy.
He pushed again.
And he was in.
Her pussy wrapped around him with the most wet, lewd, perfect sound that echoed in the quiet alcove.
Seraphae cried out, a sharp, ragged sound of pure sensation.
He was big, filling her in one deep, relentless stroke, stretching her deliciously, completely.
The pace was brutal.
“Mmmph—Aldric—”
His name was a choked sob.
He fucked her.
Hard, deep, driving strokes that punched the air from her lungs. The sound of their bodies meeting was a rhythmic, wet slap, punctuated by her gasping moans.
She could do nothing but take it, her body bouncing with his force.
His free hand, the one not locking her arms, drifted down. Over her trembling stomach. He found her clit, swollen, exposed and began the caress. With the same relentless, demanding rhythm. A circular grind that matched every thrust.
“Mmmph—oh, gods—please—”
The pleasure was catastrophic.
The position.
The rawness of it.
How he just took what belonged to him…
She was cumming.
A guttural, broken wail tore from her throat.
Her body seized, her inner walls clamping down on his cock in violent, rhythmic pulses.
She gushed around him, a hot flood of her release soaking his cock and thighs.
Violent tremors spread through her body.
She was trembling. Her wings fluttering uselessly, her tail lashing the air.
She moaned, a continuous, mindless sound of surrender, cumming on him, around him, completely undone.
And he kept his rythm of thrusts.
His pace never faltered, fucking her through the convulsions, drawing out her pleasure until she was sobbing with the intensity of it.
Then his fingers moved away from her clit.
The sudden absence was a shock.
She whimpered, oversensitive and desperate.
Instead, his thumb, already slick with her juices, found a new target. It rested against her other hole.
She went utterly still.
A full-body tremor wracked her.
Breathing ragged.
She pushed against it.
Her body bowed, every muscle taut.
He was everywhere, claiming both her entrances, leaving no part of her untouched or unowned. The dual penetration sent her spiraling into another, deeper climax. She was trembling, babbling, her words dissolving into incoherent pleas and praises.
“You are being so perfect for me right now…” he growled into her ear, his voice thick with strain and awe.
She couldn’t form a coherent word.
Then—
A low, guttural groan was torn from his throat, a sound of pure, animal release.
It was a lot.
So much that it flooded her, a hot, endless rush that filled her to the point of overflowing. It leaked out around the joining of their bodies, dripping in warm trails down her inner thighs.
She was taking it all in. Feeding on the raw, physical proof of his desire, on the intense pleasure that radiated from him into her.
Finally, he stilled.
He rested against her, fully inside her, his weight a heavy, comforting anchor. His forehead dropped to her shoulder, his breath hot and ragged against her neck. Silence ensued, broken only by their slowing, synced breathing.
Then.
A giggle.
“Wow… that was—wow.” She started babbling, the words tumbling out with tons of residual energy. “I mean, gods, Aldric, you just took me—you turned me and—and you were so into me—and I—I felt—“
He just smiled faintly against her skin, a soft, exhausted sound of contentment.
She looked over her shoulder, her golden eyes gleaming with mischief and adoration.
“Awww… did your naughty girl drain you that much?”
He chuckled, a deep, blissful rumble she felt through her entire body.
“Utterly.”
Her tail, which had been coiled loosely around his leg, gave a gentle, approving squeeze.
By the time they made it back to their chamber, the teasing glances and wandering hands had only grown worse.
They lay tangled together beneath the sheets, the warmth of their bath still clinging to their skin.
Seraphae traced slow, idle circles on his chest, then looked up at him with a soft smile.
“I am so lucky,” she murmured.
Aldric blinked, then smiled faintly.
“Hm? What do you mean?”
“I can’t believe I met you,” she said quietly. “That you’re real. That you’re mine.”
He chuckled and pressed a gentle kiss to her temple.
She grew thoughtful for a moment, her fingers stilling.
“Aldric… can you promise me something?”
“Mm-hm,” he replied, half-smiling. “What is it?”
“If you ever get tired of me,” she said softly. “If you ever don’t want to be with me anymore… just tell me. Don’t disappear.”
He exhaled slowly and shifted, tightening his arms around her.
“Rae,” he murmured. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m yours.”
She relaxed against him, curling closer.
After a moment he added quietly,
“Bored of you? Where did that even come from?”
She bit his shoulder lightly, playfully.
“You fit me so well,” he whispered. “You’re the perfect tease. And beyond that… I can talk to you about anything. You understand me. When you’re not around, it feels like something is missing.”
She kissed him, slow and affectionate.
“You mean everything to me, Rae.”
She shifted, climbing partially over him, resting her forehead against his.
Her voice dropped to a whisper.
“You’re my home.”
He stole a soft kiss.
She smiled when she pulled back.
“I feel like I have my Aldric back.”
He leaned in and kissed her again, slower this time, lingering. Then he shifted beside her, pulling her gently against his chest. She settled easily into him, her head resting against his shoulder, their legs brushing beneath the covers.
They lay there in comfortable silence, the tension from earlier slowly melting away. His fingers twirled a loose white hair, and she let out a soft, content breath.