3. Chapter 3 #2
I lapped at the tartness, savoring the taste of her juices, like the elusive sweetness of a skyrberry.
The fact my arms were still bound made this hotter as she started to rock her hips, grinding her pussy against my face.
I sucked and licked and nipped at her clit, drawing patterns with my tongue as I devoured.
I couldn’t get enough of her, and she threaded her fingers through my hair and tugged as she rode my face.
The light sting at my scalp sent a ripple of pleasure through me.
I gasped for a sharp breath, almost suffocating from the heat, from the demanding way she took me, and I liked that a lot too.
My body was relaxed from coming twice, my mind blank as I ate her out like I’d skipped breakfast. I loved the low grunts and moans coming from her, how the coiled ferocity was present even here while I lapped and sucked at her clit.
“That’s right, princess,” she gasped out. “You’re so good at eating my pussy. Such a messy eater too.”
The slight hit of humiliation lit my senses up, and I lapped harder, faster.
The heat between her thighs was like stepping into a furnace, and sweat dripped down my face, all while saliva poured from my mouth, mingled with her slick.
Ngh. I flicked my tongue rapid-fire against her clit, noticing the quicker breaths, how she was closer and closer to the edge.
She tasted tart and sweet, and the sweat bloomed on my forehead, my cheeks.
Then Kali gripped my hair tight and let out a loud cry, all but shoving her clit into my mouth. It spasmed as she came and came and came.
“So good,” she moaned out as her thighs tightened around my head, and I could barely breathe.
A shuddering sigh escaped her, and she let go of my hair first, then drew back.
I inhaled a sharp, cool breath. Kali stepped down from her perch on my thighs with a casual grace I envied.
I had strength in spades, which worked well for berry farming, but I was on the clumsier end of the spectrum.
She’d literally just ridden me, and I could still feel the phantom weight of her soles digging into my thighs.
“Let me get you out of these ropes,” Kali said, and I wrinkled my nose.
I needed to get out of them eventually, though.
She undid the knot in the back and then started to unloop it, pausing to handle the other knots before she continued to slide the ropes off my body.
My arms, my torso were freed, but I felt the imprint of them.
I checked my wrists, and the imprint of the ropes there looked hot against my skin.
“How are you feeling?” Kali asked as she coiled the rope up in deft movements. “Circulation okay?”
I tested my wrists, and tingling went up my arms, down my legs. I tried to sit up, but my legs were so weak, I thumped back down. “Well, I think I need a minute or two.”
Kali grinned at me and crouched in front of me, her pussy bare and glistening.
My mouth watered for another taste. “Let me help then.” She began to massage my ankles, my calves, helping the circulation rise.
Her hands were strong, and the motions felt so damn good.
Then she stood again and reached for my arms, doing the same thing from the wrists to my shoulders.
After a few minutes of her working on me, I felt a bit steadier, like the sudden rush had calmed.
“Well, this was officially the best kidnapping I’ve ever experienced,” I said.
Kali burst out laughing. “Make it a habit to get kidnapped often?”
I shrugged. “First time and everything, but I doubt future kidnappers are going to give me two orgasms.” I still couldn’t believe the misunderstanding that had led to this, but I wasn’t sad about the end result.
“I’m generous like that,” she teased as she slipped on her underclothes, her gray leggings, and then buckled her boots back on. “Now, unfortunately, I’ve got a mark to track down.”
My mind whirred as I rose from the seat, my legs a little shaky. Right, my pants were still around my ankles. No thinking would be getting done until that was fixed. I yanked them back up to cover myself, then tugged at the bottom of my shirt so that was less rumpled too.
“Wait,” I said, my words coming out a bit sluggish. Maybe it was the horniness from the knives and the ropes and the coming my brains out that muddled things. “You’re looking for a person, and I’m looking for a…Socks. Why don’t we help each other?”
My heart thudded a little faster. Something about her drew me in so much that I wasn’t quite ready to walk away.
“What is a socks?” she asked, squinting at me as she checked the blades in their holsters, probably to make sure she hadn’t left any behind.
“My missing pagwai,” I said. “That’s why I was roaming around the market before the whole rogue kidnapping thing.”
“The not-a-marriage-proposal,” Kali said with a grin. Her smile relaxed some of the sharpness to her features, and I stared a little longer than necessary. “My mark is a bit more dangerous than a missing pagwai.”
I stood and crossed my arms. “Well, I’m not getting anywhere with finding Socks on my own, so we can consider it a fair trade. I won’t be able to enjoy my time away from the fields with her missing.”
“Are you not from around here?” Kali asked, waiting by the door. Since she hadn’t said no, I was going to assume I was invited as well.
“Brythurst.” I caught up, and together we stepped outside of the cabin that had seen some filthy, filthy things in the past hour. “I’m a jewelberry farmer at a commune around there. What about you?”
“Gearwick-ish,” she said a little too quickly. “At least if I can call anywhere home.”
“Mercenary life a traveling one?” I asked.
“No, I sit in my house and wait for my marks to come to me,” she responded.
I wrinkled my nose. “That seems terribly inefficient.”
“You’re a gem, Arryn,” she said, a smirk on her lips. “I think our best bet for your missing pagwai is looking for tracks. As for Dynlan, they were last spotted heading out of the market in the direction of the bridge.”
“Hence why you thought I might be the offender.” I stared at the sparkling water ahead of us.
The bridge was an easy walk, over to the right, and past that lay the thick forest around Emberleigh that loomed in the distance.
“Honestly, the woods might be the easiest place to find Socks. Pagwai love shady copses and trees.”
We set off in the direction of the bridge, the sun bright and sparkling across the water. The cool wind swept across my skin, waking me up a bit more.
Kali walked quick and efficiently, casting the occasional look back at me to see if I kept up. I appreciated the consideration, as my legs were still shaky after we’d fucked.
“Today would be a perfect day to go fishing,” I said, trailing my fingers along the rail of the bridge.
“Don’t think that’s on the agenda if you want to find your pagwai,” Kali said, casting a wry glance back to me.
So much for a vacation. While I wanted to find Socks, I could admit I was a little put out at not getting to enjoy this trip to the market. This was the break I anticipated every year, and things had gone awry from the moment I got here.
We reached the opposite side of the bridge, and tall trees spread out before us.
The deep forest stretched out, looming and dark.
My nose twitched from the loamy scent of the trees, the dirt paths, the greenery in full bloom.
As much as the hectic Everend Market offered excitement, out in nature was where I truly felt at ease.
“What did they steal?” I asked as we meandered down the closest path.
The trill of freewhills sounded in the distance, their melodic chirp echoing in the air.
Walking with Kali was surprisingly comfortable, even with the air of danger that surrounded her.
If anything, I felt like I was less likely to wander into traps or accidental kidnappings with her by my side.
“Unclear,” she said. “A sealed box is what’s being called for retrieval. Dynlan can be dead or alive.”
“You sure you can’t fabricate the box?” I asked. “I’m fairly handy with carpentry. When things break on the commune, we’ve got to get creative or resourceful with fixing them.”
She shook her head and snorted. “The seal in the center can only be opened by the Malkali family crest, so I’d say that’d be a bit difficult to replicate.”
I paused as I spotted a slight impression in the dirt. I moved some of the stray twigs out of the way to get a clearer view of the print with the little divots for claws—a pagwai.
“Maybe Socks did go this way,” I said, my heart skipping a beat.
I wasn’t sad about getting to spend more time with Kali.
As much as I’d enjoyed walking through the Everend Market and soaking in the sights, she fascinated me even more.
Not simply because she was stunning and lethal, though those aspects didn’t hurt.
But despite her sarcasm and careful responses, I’d gotten a few smiles from her with her whole face, and that… I really liked that.
As much as I enjoyed my routine, I equally enjoyed this escape from monotony.
However, I needed to find Socks before this adventure was over.
The only reassurance I had so far was that Socks had gone missing for days at a time on the farm, stints where she’d run off and returned at her leisure, usually with something dead in tow.
Considering most of her prize kills were far larger than her, I was more afraid for the woodland critters out here than for her.
“This trail looks like one that animals have trekked more,” Kali said, pointing to the left. “Though there are some broken twigs, signs of disturbance from something bigger.”
“An antebear?” I asked.
She rolled her eyes. “No, most likely an elf on the run, one who’s trying to get away with their stolen merch as fast as possible.”