Chapter 15 Izzy
IZZY
From what Myel had said yesterday, I’d hoped we’d have more time before the bond required sex again, especially since we’d stayed so close last night.
Apparently not.
As if he’d heard my thoughts, Myel whispered, “the bond may be a bit more demanding at first.”
Good to know.
Then his hand slid down between my thighs. I didn’t want to stop it. With a shivering moan I opened my legs for him and his fingers glided inside me, his thumb circling my clit.
I’d never been one for morning sex, but the bond ensured that when Myel touched me, it felt so damned good, impossible to resist.
He kissed my neck and shoulders from behind. It wasn’t enough, I rolled onto my back and his lips met mine.
God, he was a good kisser. Maybe it was the bond, but his lips were so soft and insistent, his tongue daring and deft.
I writhed and squirmed as Myel stroked that delicious spot behind my clit with two long fingers. Before this, only Rook had been able to find my G-spot, the elusive little devil that it was. And every soft caress of those gentle fingers sent singing thrills through my entire body.
Myel moaned as he sipped my lips, then moved to my jaw, and up to my ear. He sucked an earlobe into his mouth, and I nearly died from shivers at how amazing that felt.
Some distant part of me wondered if Myel could do anything wrong, or if the bond would just make anything feel incredible. I didn’t want to sell Myel short though, so I assumed he knew what he was doing, because his fingers… God!
My hips bucked up against his hand needing more friction, harder thrusts. I was so ready for his cock, but he didn’t move over me, using only his fingers to drive me higher and higher.
When Myel’s soft lips found my nipple, sucking hard, I shattered.
Myel hummed in satisfaction, his lips and fingers sending wave after wave of ecstasy through me.
I whined and mewled, tears leaking from my eyes as my body tensed hard, then relaxed into a soothed puddle of pleasure.
Only after I’d come down, and he’d pulled back smiling, did I realize Myel had gotten nothing from that.
“I’m good,” he whispered, once again seemingly sensing my thoughts.
But I could feel the raging rod of his erection against my thigh.
I sighed. “No, you’re not.”
I pushed him onto his back and straddled him, taking hold of his cock. My sex was slick, accepting his erection easily. I lowered myself fully onto him, then slowly rocked myself against his pubic bone.
“Fuck, Izzy!” he gasped. Clearly, he’d needed this, so achingly close to his own release. I grabbed his hands and brought them to my breasts, crushing them against me and he got the hint, taking hold as his hips jerked and bucked raggedly.
I met each of his thrusts with a grinding press of my own, and my own pleasure surged once again.
Whether it was the bond or the fact that I was already buzzed with bliss, a second orgasm quickly swelled and swirled in my core. I bucked harder.
Myel cried out.
I gasped a long, “Yes!”
Pressing his head back into my pillow, Myel’s entire body went stiff as his cock swelled and pulsed with his release.
God, that felt good. I hummed with my own soft orgasm, a shivering thrill as I slowly swayed over him, drawing out his pleasure as he’d done for me.
And when he began to settle, I laid myself down on him, offering my neck.
“Do you need to… feed?” I asked.
“Spirits, yes, sorry,” he said, voice trembling.
Again, I felt only the initial pinch, then soothing warmth as he hummed his pleasure. This time, he was able to stop himself and drew back.
“Thank you, Izzy.” He sounded… ashamed.
I pushed myself up, looking down at him. “The sex was good, and my blood is what you need. I’ve accepted it. Don’t ruin it by beating yourself up.”
“You give so much, so freely, even when none of this was your choice.” His soulful eyes filled with wonder and affection.
Damn.
Don’t go there, please!
I didn’t know whether to joke or be harsh or ignore him. I settled on option four and rocked my hips over him, his still throbbing cock inside me.
He rolled his eyes up and groaned.
That was better.
That did, however, lead to a third round of sex. I’d have to budget more time in the morning if this was how every day was going to start. Luckily, today we’d started early, since I’d been asleep by late afternoon the day before.
Myel dressed, kissed me softly, then vanished in smoke again. I’d have to ask him sometime how he did that. Could I do that? Could everyone do that?
There was so much about magic I didn’t know.
I slipped in for a quick shower, no Rook, thank God, then dressed in my new clothes and packed my things for my first class, which just so happened to be Magic 101. That seemed like a good place to start.
Time to learn some magic!
I opened my door and almost bumped into a woman on the other side.
“Apologies, Mistress Izzy. I am Lo Zora, the roomkeeper for this floor of the residence.”
I had a roomkeeper?
Also… “Lo” was the caste signifier for the lowest folks, like Myel.
But she didn’t look like Myel. Zora had pale green skin, the color of granny smith apples.
Forest green eyes danced above rounded cheeks.
Darker, sage green hair, pulled back into a bun, gave her a somewhat distinguished look.
It also revealed ears which were swept back to a short point.
She wore a conservative dress of dark brown over a sturdy figure.
I restrained myself from asking what type of fae she was. Hopefully I’d learn all that soon.
“Ah… oh… thank you?”
The woman’s eyes lit up. “It is what I do, I require no thanks.”
“I’m not like the other arrogant pricks here. I appreciate anyone who does work I’m perfectly capable of doing, so thank you, Zora,” I said sincerely.
The woman smiled wide and nodded.
“But I do have to get to class,” I said and snuck around her as she moved to the side. She wheeled her little cart into my room as I headed for the stairs.
A roomkeeper?
Here in the lesser residence?
I clearly had no clue how this world worked.
Time to find out.
The Primal Studies Hall was just north of the lesser residence. Since I didn’t have far to go, I lingered over a leisurely breakfast in the north hall of the lesser residence before making my way over to the next building. I got to the large auditorium classroom well before class started.
Or so I thought.
I’d thought I was over an hour early, but… nope the room was full, and class looked to have just started. Everyone looked as I strode in and stopped, stunned at the packed class before me.
Was someone playing a prank on me?
“You!” The vehement shout drew my attention to… Princess Saldrea, who was clearly not happy to see me. Just my luck she’d be in one of my classes. So much for avoiding her.
The big man next to her rose, glaring daggers at me. Right… dragon. As much as it seemed elves were more powerful than dragons in this world, I wasn’t nearly as scared of Saldrea as I was of him. Even if he was a sexy beast of a man.
I looked for the professor. And more bad luck… the professor was the dark-skinned man who’d brought me to this world.
What had been his name?
Svokol.
He seemed even less impressed with me now than he had then. Also, he looked different, his dark skin held an almost metallic sheen, and he had tall ears that he hadn’t had before. Odd.
“Izzy! What are you doing? You’re late!” came an all too familiar voice.
I turned to see Rook hurrying over to me.
Fuck me.
Everyone I hated was here.
My first day was off to a great start.