Chapter 13 #4
The afternoon sky was a soft, golden and purple haze through the windows of the chamber, painting the leather couch in warm stripes.
Aldric sat there, still a bit drowsy from their nap, his body relaxed against the cushions.
Seraphae curled beside him, her head on his shoulder, her tail draped lazily over his lap.
The quiet was soft, intimate.
She stirred, turning her head to nuzzle his neck.
“Mmm… I love your smell. With that brand, it’s stronger now. More… you.”
“Mm-hm.”
Aldric’s arm rested around her, his fingers tracing idle patterns along her shoulder. He felt content, sated, but a familiar, low heat was already stirring in his gut.
His gaze drifted over her.
The delicate, sheer cover draped loosely across her body… barely there.
Clinging.
Hinting at every curve beneath.
It always did with her.
Seraphae sensed it.
She shifted, lifting herself up.
Smiling.
She straddled him.
Her knees settled on either side of his hips on the couch, her weight settling onto his lap. She leaned forward, her forearms coming to rest on the couch cushions beside his head, her breasts hovering just above his face.
She kissed him.
Softly.
Slowly.
Her lips brushed his, a tender exploration.
Aldric’s hands came up, settling on her waist, holding her there. He kissed her back, languid and deep, savoring the sweetness of her mouth.
Her golden eyes were half-lidded, watching him with adoration. She kissed his jaw, his cheek, the corner of his mouth.
“My knight,” she whispered, her voice a drowsy purr. “Always so ready for me. You’ve been so good to me. I feel happy and wanted… but I think someone here needs a bit more attention…”
Her smile was pure mischief.
Her tongue caught lightly between perfect white teeth.
Aldric felt like he was dreaming.
One of her hands drifted down, between their bodies.
She found him.
Already thickening, hardening.
She smiled, a knowing, pleased curve.
Her fingers stroked the growing bulge, a gentle, teasing pressure.
Aldric’s breath hitched.
He tilted his head back, his gaze locked on hers.
“Rae…”
“As many times as I want. You promised,” she murmured, kissing him again.
He didn’t argue.
Her fingers found the waistband of his trousers. She worked them open, her movements smooth and confident.
She moved slightly up while her hands were behind her now.
She didn’t look, didn’t need to.
He was exposed to the warm air of the room, and to her touch.
His cock was in a dual-handed embrace, her palms warm, her fingers curling around his girth, and gently brushing against her ass. She stroked him, from base to tip, a slow, worshipful rhythm.
Aldric groaned, a soft, surrendering sound.
“Gods…”
“Aww… I know,” she cooed, her lips brushing his. “You missed me.”
She kept stroking, her pace deliberate, building him up without urgency. Her breasts, so close to his face, swayed with her movements. The soft, warm weight of them brushed his lips, his nose.
She kissed him again, deeper this time, her tongue dancing with his. Her hands continued their work, the friction perfect, the pressure just right.
He was fully hard now.
Throbbing.
Then she stopped.
She pulled back from the kiss, just enough to look down at him. Her golden eyes were blazing with love and pure, unadulterated lust. Her smile was tender, but wicked.
“Open, my love.”
His lips parted.
She smiled—
And spat into his mouth.
She kissed him again.
He groaned.
“More?”
A silent eager nod.
She shifted her weight, lifting herself slightly on her knees. One hand guided him, positioning the head of his cock against her wet and eager pussy—
She slid onto him, taking him inside her in one smooth, controlled descent. The feeling was exquisite, the tight, wet heat of her enveloping him, the slow, stretching fullness as she seated herself fully, her body swallowing him to the root.
She settled, her weight resting fully on his lap, her inner walls hugging him tightly. A pleased hum escaped her lips as they kissed. Saliva dripping into his mouth.
A groan of pleasure hummed across his chest.
He couldn’t get enough of her.
She leaned forward again, her forearms settling back beside his head, her breasts now pressing against his face. The soft, pliable flesh enveloped him, a warm, perfumed cushion. He could feel her heartbeat through them, a rapid, excited rhythm.
She began to move.
A grinding rhythm.
Her hips rocked, a gentle, circular motion that made him groan into the soft prison of her breasts. Her movements were languid, sensual, each little shift sending waves of pleasure through his core.
Aldric’s hands moved from her waist to her hips.
The pace increased.
Slowly, naturally.
Her rocking became more pronounced, a deeper, more deliberate fuck. Her breath quickened, hot puffs against his ear. Her moans began, soft at first, then growing louder, more ragged.
He was lost in her.
The scent of her skin, the feel of her breasts against his face, the incredible, wet slide of her around him. He fucked up into her, matching her rhythm, driving deeper with each thrust. The couch creaked softly beneath them, a quiet accompaniment to the wet, rhythmic sound of their joining.
Seraphae was squirming.
Pure, overwhelming pleasure.
Her body writhed against him, her hips rolling, her back arching. Her forearms slid from the cushions, her hands instead gripping the back of the couch for leverage. She ground down on him harder, her cries turning into sharp, gasping pleas.
“More… give me… give me all of it…”
Aldric’s control snapped. He wrapped his hands around her lower back, his fingers digging into her soft skin.
He drove into her, his thrusts becoming harder, a relentless show of want.
The angle was perfect, each impact hitting deep, rubbing against that spot inside her that made her eyes roll back.
She was trembling, her legs shaking around him. Her moans were continuous now, a stream of broken, ecstatic sounds. Her breasts mashed against his face, a warm, sweaty intimacy. He could feel her climax building, the tension in her body, the way her inner walls began to flutter, to clench.
He was close, too.
The pressure was a blazing knot in his gut, tightening with every stroke.
“Fill me up… I can take it…mmmph, I can take it… ” she whimpered against him.
Her words were the final trigger.
Aldric’s hips slammed up, a final, driving thrust that buried him as deep as possible. He held her there, pinned, as he let go. The release was a torrent. A pulsing, urgent flood that claimed her. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound of pure release.
Seraphae whimpered.
Her own climax ripped through her at the same moment, triggered by the feel of him flooding her.
Her body convulsed, her inner walls clamping around him in violent, rhythmic pulses, milking him for every drop.
She gushed around him, her own release mixing with his, a hot, messy union.
She squirmed, her hips bucking, her entire body shuddering with the intensity.
For a long moment, they were locked in that shuddering, shared ecstasy, joined utterly, spent utterly.
Then, slowly, the tremors subsided.
Seraphae collapsed forward, her full weight resting on him, her breasts smothering his face completely. She was panting, her breath hot and rapid against him. Aldric’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close, his own breathing ragged.
They stayed like that for a while, joined, sweaty, blissfully silent.
Finally, Seraphae shifted, lifting her head just enough to look down at him. Her golden eyes were glazed, satisfied. A slow, smug smile spread across her lips.
“That was… If I knew that you’d be able to release this much and this often,” she murmured, her voice drowsy and rich with amusement, “I would have pushed for this brand completion a lot sooner.”
Aldric chuckled, a deep, exhausted rumble that vibrated through her body.
A sudden knock on the door shifted their attention.
Aldric opened his mouth about to answer—
Seraphae with a mischievous smile, pressed her breasts into his face again, muffling whatever he was about to say.
His eyes widened.
She bit her lip, trying not to giggle, then raised her voice, smooth, composed, and as regal as she could manage.
“Yes?”
A familiar voice came from the other side of the door.
“Your Highness, dinner will be served in a few hours.”
Seraphae answered calmly, though her shoulders trembled slightly.
“We know that, Clement.”
“Your Highness… the dignitaries from across the realm have gathered. His Majesty the king wished to ensure that… ah… you and your knight will arrive on time.”
She giggled softly, unable to fully suppress it.
“Tell my father we’ll be there soon.”
“Of course. And… Your Highness?”
“Yes?”
There was a brief pause.
“May I suggest placing a sound-dampening ward on your chambers? The echo in this wing carries… remarkably well. I fear half the palace may be enjoying the performance.”
Seraphae slowly lifted herself away from Aldric.
They stared at one another.
Silence.
Then—
Laughter.