12. Chapter 12 The Set
Iwoke to the wet heat of a mouth around my cock.
For a second the world stayed soft and blurred.
Morning light filtered through the thin curtain in pale stripes.
The sheets were warm. My body felt heavy and slow from the night before.
Then the sensation sharpened—soft lips sliding down my shaft, a tongue pressing flat along the underside, the gentle suction that made my hips twitch before I was fully awake.
I opened my eyes.
Liv was between my legs, rabbit ears sticking upward and twirling, eyes closed as she worked me with slow bobs. Her hand held the base. Spit already shone on my skin. She must have been at it for a little while already. The wet sounds were quiet but unmistakable in the still room.
It took another breath for everything to settle into place. We were in our room and her mouth was on me like she had decided this was how the day should start.
I reached down and brushed her hair back from her face. Her eyes opened. She looked up at me without taking her mouth off my cock, pupils dark, a small satisfied hum vibrating around me when she saw I was awake.
“Morning,” I managed, voice rough with sleep.
She pulled off just far enough to speak, lips still brushing the head. “You were hard. I didn’t want to waste it.”
“Yeah, on Earth we call it morning wood.”
“I like it, whatever it’s called.”
Then she sank back down, taking me deeper this time, throat relaxing around the head. I exhaled hard and let my head drop back against the pillow for a moment. The pleasure was thick and immediate, built on the leftover sensitivity from the night before.
“I really like that you like it. Fuck.”
I didn’t let her stay like that for long.
“Come here,” I said, quiet but clear. “I want my mouth on you while you do that.”
She made a soft sound of agreement and moved without breaking contact more than she had to.
She turned, swung a leg over my chest, and settled above me in reverse.
Her knees bracketed my head. The soft skin from the insides of her thighs brushed my cheeks.
The scent of her hit me first—warm, already wet, still carrying a trace of last night.
Then she lowered her hips and I had her right where I wanted her.
I gripped her thighs and pulled her down onto my mouth at the same time she took me back between her lips.
The first long lick through her folds made her moan around my cock.
The vibration shot straight through me. I did it again, slower, flattening my tongue and dragging it from her entrance up to her clit.
She was so slick. I sealed my mouth over her and sucked gently on the swollen bud while she worked me with the same unhurried hunger she had started with.
We found a rhythm quickly.
She took me deep in long, wet strokes, occasionally pulling off just to lick the head or stroke me with her hand before swallowing me again.
Every time she hummed or moaned, the sound traveled down my shaft.
I answered by keeping my mouth busy—licking inside her, circling her clit, sucking until her thighs trembled on either side of my head.
Her ears stayed mostly flat, twitching whenever I found a spot that made her jolt.
I pushed two fingers into her while I licked. She was soaked and tight and she pushed back onto them immediately. The wet sound of it filled the space between us. She pulled off my cock long enough to whisper, voice already shaky,
“Fuck, Daniel… you make me feel so fucking good…”
Then she was back on me, sucking harder, like she needed something to occupy her so she wouldn’t get too loud.
I kept the pace steady. Tongue on her clit, fingers curling inside her, searching for the place that made her hips stutter.
When I found it she made a high, broken sound around my cock and her whole body tensed.
I didn’t stop. I licked and sucked and worked that spot until she came the first time, thighs clamping around my head, pussy pulsing around my fingers, a long muffled moan vibrating against my shaft as she tried to keep quiet.
I didn’t give her much recovery.
I kept licking through the aftershocks, softer now, until the oversensitivity eased and she started rocking back against my mouth again. Her own efforts on my cock grew messier—more saliva, deeper takes, the occasional soft gag when she pushed herself too far. I loved every second of it.
After a while, she lifted her head just enough to speak, still stroking me with a slick hand.
“Daniel… please. Stick your finger in my ass. I need it. Please.”
I obliged.
I pulled my fingers from her pussy, slicked one thoroughly with her wetness, and pressed the tip against the tight ring of muscle just above.
She pushed back immediately. I worked the finger in slowly, feeling her open for me, until it was buried to the knuckle.
The moan she let out was louder than before.
She stuffed her face against my thigh to muffle it then began sucking me again in short, desperate bobs.
I started moving the finger in time with my tongue.
In and out of her ass while I licked her clit in firm circles.
Her whole body reacted. She pushed back onto both sensations, thighs shaking harder, breath coming in ragged little hitches around my cock.
I added a second finger when she felt ready and she took it with a full-body shudder.
“Yes—just like that… Don’t stop… Fuck!”
Her words dissolved into wet, muffled sounds as she went back to sucking me.
I could feel how close she was again. Her pussy was dripping onto my chin.
Her ass clenched tight around my fingers every time I curled them.
I sealed my mouth over her clit and sucked in steady pulses while I fucked her with both fingers.
She came hard the second time.
Her body locked up above me. A sharp, high cry escaped before she could bite it back.
Her pussy fluttered emptily and her ass clamped down on my fingers in strong, rhythmic waves.
I kept licking and moving my fingers through it, drawing the orgasm out until she was shaking and whimpering around my cock.
Even then, she didn’t stop sucking me.
She was messier now, less controlled, spit running down my shaft as she chased my release with single-minded focus. I was getting close myself. The sensations—her tight throat, the wet heat of her mouth, the way her body still trembled above me—built fast and heavy at the base of my spine.
I didn’t ease off.
I kept my mouth on her, kept my fingers working slowly in her ass, and let the pleasure climb. She must have felt me thickening because she doubled down, taking me as deep as she could and holding there, swallowing around the head while her tongue pressed hard along the underside.
“Liv—” was all the warning I managed.
She stayed right where she was. I came hard, pulsing into her mouth in thick waves. She swallowed around me, taking every pulse, moaning softly as she did. The vibration only dragged the orgasm out longer. My hips jerked up into her mouth and she took it, throat working until I had nothing left.
Only when the last aftershock faded did she slowly pull off. She gave the head one last gentle lick, then rested her cheek against my thigh, breathing hard. My fingers were still inside her. I eased them out carefully and lightly rubbed the soft skin along the back of her thigh instead.
We stayed like that for a while: her draped over me in the sixty-nine position, both of us catching our breath in the quiet morning light. Her ears gradually lifted again. Neither of us moved to separate just yet.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I exhaled as I slapped her ass once.
“You know you love it.”
“Yes, very much.”
***
Liv hummed as we came out of the bedroom. Her ears swung high and loose with each step and she looked like she'd slept ten hours. I pulled my shirt down over the healer belt as we rounded the corner into the kitchen.
Sif was sitting at the trestle table with a cup of coffee in both hands.
Her silver hair was loose around her shoulders, catching the morning light from the east window.
She'd been up for a while. The pot on the coal stove had been brewed and half-emptied and the second cup was already poured, sitting at the edge of the table where Bjorna usually sat.
"Good morning," I said. "Where is everyone?"
Sif took a sip of her coffee and looked at us over the rim.
"Bjorna left before dawn with the sell pile.
She's got the crystals and the claws at the market for competitive bidding.
Nott took the yeti furs to a luxury trader on the east end.
They'll be gone most of the day. They like doing all this alone. I don’t mind letting them.
" She set the cup down. "I've been sitting here by myself for a while. Drinking coffee. Listening to things."
Liv poured herself water from the pitcher and didn't take the bait.
Sif smiled. "Interesting things. Coming from your room this morning. Especially after things I heard last night."
"We were sleeping," Liv said.
"You were not sleeping. Nobody sleeps that loud. I heard slapping, Liv. I heard rhythmic slapping and I heard you say things that I will not repeat at this table because I have manners."
Liv's ears went pink but she didn't look away. She sat down on the bench under the window and pulled her legs up. "You don't have manners. You've never had manners."
"I have selective manners. I choose when to deploy them." Sif leaned forward with her chin on her folded hands. "So. Did you get the spanking?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. I suggested it last night during loot sorting and I heard the results through the wall. Did our healer slap that cute little ass of yours?"
Liv looked at me. I looked at the ceiling.
"He did," Liv said. She picked up her water and drank from it. "He did and it was incredible and I'm not sorry about the noise."