Chapter 13 #3
Just a little.
She whispered an incantation.
The blood.
The grime.
The foul residue of the beast faded from him.
He smiled.
“Thanks.”
Around them, people began to gather.
Watching.
Smiling.
Some pretending not to.
Seraphae noticed.
She didn’t care.
She leaned closer, whispering softly.
“I haven’t fed since you left.”
Her smile was small.
“I couldn’t…”
Aldric’s hand slid to her hip.
A shiver ran through her body.
“Rae…”
She looked at him.
A soft whimper escaped her lips.
Then—
she had an idea.
He knew the moment a slow, dangerous smile formed on her lips.
“Sir Aldric. You’ve been a very bad knight… leaving the love of your life to starve.” A faint pause. “Your punishment is…”
She leaned closer.
Whispered something elaborate.
Specific.
Aldric blinked.
Then smiled faintly.
“Well… I’ll do my best. I’m not sure how many times I can—”
She grabbed his armor and kissed him again.
Deep.
Tongue.
“You better.”
She smiled.
Bright.
Genuine.
The first real smile she’d worn in weeks.
? ? ?
The dinner had been set for two days from now.
Which meant—
Seraphae and Aldric had time.
Plenty of it.
For themselves.
To talk.
To make up the lost time.
To simply… be together again.
And the catching up involved staying locked in their chamber.
Yes.
Their chamber.
When Goroth had attempted to say something about palace rules and propriety, Seraphae had simply looked at him.
A single look.
One that promised chaos.
Drama.
And far more trouble than the king cared to deal with at that particular moment.
Goroth exhaled slowly.
Then waved them off.
There were no further discussions about that.
And the chamber doors remained firmly closed.
Aldric sighed as he sat on the edge of the copper tub.
He watched her kneel in it, a vision of indulgent carnality. Her white hair was damp, clinging to her neck and shoulders. Her wings were folded loosely behind her, and her golden eyes were half-lidded with contentment. She leaned forward, her lips parting, as she took him into her mouth.
Deep.
Her throat opened for him, a practiced, effortless slide. The head of his cock nudged the back of her palate, then slipped deeper, until her nose was buried in the coarse hair at his base.
She didn’t move. She just held him there, her tongue flat against his underside.
A soft, ragged sigh escaped Aldric.
He let himself feel the incredible pressure, the silken squeeze of her throat, the absolute stillness of her submission.
She stayed like that for a long moment, letting him acclimatize to the sensation.
Then she began to swallow.
It was a slow, deliberate pulse.
A contraction of her muscles that rippled along his length, milking him without any movement of her head. It was a lazy, luxurious feeding.
He groaned.
Seraphae chuckled around him, the vibration a delicious tremor against his sensitive skin. She pulled back, just enough to let him slip from her throat, then slid forward again, taking him deep once more. This time, she started talking.
Her voice was muffled, distorted by his presence in her mouth, but the words were clear, bubbling up between swallows.
“Mmph… you know, the new silks in Nerathys are simply divine.” She pulled back, licking along his shaft, then plunged down again. “The draping is so much lighter this season. All the noble succubi are wearing those high-waisted gowns with the slit on each side.”
Aldric blinked, his mind foggy with pleasure. He tried to focus on her words, but all he could feel was the wet, rhythmic slide of her lips, the gentle suction, the occasional flick of her tongue.
“I think I might get one,” she continued, her tone conversational, as if discussing the weather.
She pulled off completely, her lips leaving him with a soft pop and looked up at him, her eyes gleaming. A string of saliva connected her lower lip to his glistening tip.
“A deep crimson, to match my wings. Would you like that?”
He nodded, a slow, dazed motion.
His voice was thick.
“Yes. That sounds like a great idea.”
She smiled, a wicked, pleased curve of her lips.
Then she leaned in again.
She sucked, gentle at first, then with increasing pressure, her cheeks hollowing. Her hand came up, wrapping around the base of him, her thumb stroking the tight skin of his balls.
“It would be so pretty and so easy for you to access.”
She released him with a wet sound, then immediately engulfed him again, deeper this time. Her throat opened, accepting him fully. She stayed there, swallowing lazily, her eyes locked on his.
Aldric’s breath hitched.
He was rock-hard, aching, the pleasure a steady, building thrum.
He came, suddenly, a hot rush that filled her mouth.
She didn’t pull away.
She kept him buried, swallowing every drop, her throat working to draw it all down. When he was spent, she pulled back slowly, licking her lips, a satisfied smirk on her face.
“Such a good knight,” she purred, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
He was panting, his chest heaving.
She watched him, her gaze predatory and affectionate.
Then, without a word, she got up, out of the tub and crawled onto the bed. She got onto her hands and knees, her back arched, her round ass presented to him. Her pussy wet and eager.
A soft, prompting sound.
“Ekhm.”
Aldric grunted, a low, understanding noise.
He grabbed a towel, dried his hands roughly, then approached the bed.
His gaze fixed on the perfect curve of her spine, the dip of her waist, the full swell of her hips.
One hand rested on her back, between her wings. The other gripped his cock, still slick from her mouth and his release.
He pushed.
Seraphae gasped, a sharp, delighted sound. Her body yielded to him, her inner walls stretching to accommodate his girth.
He didn’t pause.
He set a rhythm.
Hard.
His hips drove into her, each thrust a forceful, claiming impact. The sound was wet, meaty, the slap of skin against skin echoing in the quiet chamber. Her hands gripped the sheets, her knuckles white. Her head was lowered, her face pressed into the mattress, but her moans were loud, unrestrained.
“Yes—like that—mmmph—”
He fucked her with a single-minded intensity.
There was no teasing, no playful delay.
This was raw, urgent need.
His hands moved to her hips, holding her steady, pulling her back onto him with every drive.
The angle was perfect, each thrust hitting deep.
The pleasure built in her.
Fast.
It coiled in her belly.
Her legs began to tremble.
The muscles in her thighs quivered with the strain of holding her position.
Her moans turned into broken, breathy whimpers.
He didn’t slow.
He increased the force, his breaths coming in harsh grunts. His fingers dug into her skin, possessive marks that would linger. She could feel the heat of his body, the sweat starting to bead on his back, the relentless, perfect rhythm that was driving her toward a cliff.
Her words dissolved.
She couldn’t speak.
All that came out were gasps, cries, fragmented pleas. Her mind blanked, consumed by the physical sensation. The world narrowed to the feel of him inside her, the pressure, the friction, the building, undeniable climax.
Her legs gave out.
Her knees slipped, her body collapsing forward, her chest hitting the bed.
But Aldric didn’t stop.
He followed her down, his weight pressing her into the mattress, his cock still buried deep.
“Can’t—” she tried to say, but the word was lost in a sob.
He was relentless. One hand slid up her back, tangling in her damp hair. He pulled her head back, making her whole body arch.
She came.
A violent, convulsive explosion that tore through her body.
She screamed, a raw, unfiltered sound of release.
Her inner walls clenched around him, a series of rapid, desperate pulses.
Her body shook, her wings flapping uselessly against the sheets, her tail lashing the air.
She gushed around him, a hot flood of her own pleasure soaking the bedding beneath them.
He kept fucking her through it, driving into her, prolonging the agony of ecstasy until she was sobbing, her face wet with tears and sweat.
Then he came again.
A low, guttural groan vibrated through his chest, pressed against her back.
His hips stuttered, then slammed home, burying himself as deep as he could go.
He pulsed inside her, another hot rush filling her, mixing with her own release.
He collapsed atop her, his weight a heavy, welcome blanket.
Breath hot against her neck, his body shuddering with the aftershocks.
For a long moment, they lay there, joined, spent, silent.
Then Seraphae giggled, a weak, breathless sound.
“You…” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “You really… drained me this time.”
Aldric nuzzled her neck, a soft, exhausted gesture.
“You asked for it.”
“Mm-hm…”
Her golden eyes slowly closed.
Their breathing gradually slowed, bodies still tangled together.
They woke hours later.
Neither of them moved at first.
Seraphae shifted slightly, pressing closer, her leg brushing his.
“…Hungry,” she murmured sleepily.
Aldric let out a quiet breath that might have been a laugh.
They ended up eating in bed, simple food she had delivered to their chamber earlier. Bread, fruit, and something lightly sweet. Neither of them had the energy to sit properly, so they shared the food lazily, half-reclined, occasionally stealing small glances at one another.
Afterward, they drifted toward the bath again.
The warm water helped loosen the lingering fatigue in their muscles. This time it was quieter, slower. No urgency. Just soft touches, relaxed breathing, and the comfortable silence.
They dried off slowly.
Shared a light snack.
Then returned to bed once more.
Seraphae curled against him almost immediately.
Aldric wrapped an arm around her.
And within minutes… they were asleep again.