14 #3
His fingertip buzzes softly, vibrating through my center, and I let out a sharp gasp. I have never felt anything so delicious. His third finger on that hand bears the glyph for nerve stimulation, which is doubtless enhancing what I feel, making it far more intense.
“Up a little,” I whisper, without meaning to.
Vawn chuckles. “Still giving me orders. How is this? Right here?”
“Oh fuck,” I squeak faintly.
“Precious pet,” he purrs in my ear. “This is the most sensitive little pussy I’ve ever teased. I think you’re coming already, aren’t you? Ah, there it is, I can feel you quivering. Oh yes…yes. Softly now, hush, love. Quietly. Fuck, you came so quickly and so beautifully for me.”
I bite my left wrist hard to stay quiet as pleasure gushes through me in a scintillating river. I’m left gasping, my pussy shivering against the tips of Vawn’s fingers.
“And another,” he croons, sliding two fingers deeper. “You are hot as fire and juicy as wine, beautiful. You’re going to give me a second gift.”
His fingers plunge all the way in, and my hand curls convulsively into his hair. I bite my wrist again, too close to the cut I’ve been opening, and I taste blood. It throws me off for a second, but Vawn ratchets up the intensity of the vibration, and my brain melts into hot, wet, sloshing bliss.
His fingers are pulsing in and out of my cunt, squishing loudly in the copious arousal.
It’s too loud, too naughty, too filthy, but I don’t tell him to stop.
I let him vibrate my channel and beat his hand against my pussy until I come again.
This time, in an effort to be quiet, I buck and writhe against him, tears squeezing from my eyes at the intensity of the climax.
“You’re squeezing my fingers so tightly.” His voice is tinged with awe. “Fuck, that was good for you, wasn’t it, darling? Well done, beautiful. Would you like another?”
“I can’t,” I whisper raggedly. “You can’t. Your glyph—”
“This glyph can last another four or five minutes. Let me try. Take off your underthings.”
Rolling onto my back, I scoot my panties off and remove the chemise I was wearing as well.
Vawn quiets the vibrating glyph for a moment and places his wet hand on my bare breast, squeezing lightly, molding the softness like it’s his favorite thing.
For a minute or two he plays with my tits, cupping them, tracing their curves, circling the nipples until I whimper.
Then he clasps my right thigh and pulls me open wider.
I exist there, naked and open and trembling in the gloom, my body faintly illuminated by the glow of the dying embers in the fireplace. Vawn’s hand floats between my legs, so close I can feel the heat of his palm, but he doesn’t touch me.
My pride doesn’t want to let him know how much I crave this. But after a minute I yield and lift my hips, trying to press my mound against his hand.
“Bad girl,” he whispers. “Stay.”
With a huff of displeasure I drop my ass to the mattress again. He hovers for a few more seconds, then touches the very tip of his vibrating finger to my clit.
I transform in that instant, from a competent bodyguard into a weak, needy kitten. My world is fixed on that tiny part of my body, that little bit of sensitive flesh, and my entire purpose in life is to be titillated by his fingertip again.
“Please,” I whisper.
As the word escapes me, I realize that something long and firm is pressed against my right ass cheek, near my hip.
“You’re hard,” I whisper.
“Sorry.” His voice is rough. “I thought jerking off in the privy would take care of it. But you’re too enchanting.”
Not fuckable.
Enchanting.
I roll over to face him, but I don’t look him in the eyes. I keep my attention angled to his crotch as I push down his undershorts and release his length.
His cock is attractive, just like the rest of him. The bulging tip is slick with his arousal, and if I wasn’t already primed to take him, the sight of his need would prepare me.
I arch my left leg over his hip and reach down to grasp his length. Vawn shudders, a hoarse groan issuing from his mouth as I guide his tip between my pussy lips. I push my hips forward, impaling myself on his length, and he grasps my left ass cheek with his whole hand, pulling us tightly together.
He is inside me. And I don’t allow myself to think about anything except the way he feels. Smooth and solid. Warm and thick. A snug fit, both comforting and euphoric.
He’s still on his side, without much space or leverage, so I help him move inside me. I fuck myself on him until the bed creaks dangerously loud.
“We can’t keep this up,” I whisper. “We—have—to—finish—”
Vawn places the softly buzzing fingertip between my legs, massaging my clit while he rolls his hips, sliding his cock inside me. I come with a sharp little cry, my insides pulsating against his length. I claw myself closer to him, burying my broken gasps of bliss against his warm throat.
And while I’m doing that, he comes inside me.
I didn’t think this through. I let my own lust carry me away. I haven’t been on contraceptives since we fled the Lyre & Vice. What if he pumped me full of royal seed and I have to carry a tiny royal heir for him?
“You’re worrying about something,” he rasps. “I can tell. Oh fuck…” He shudders again, his cock pulsing twice before he draws himself out of me. “Gods, you feel divine.”
“Vawn, you came inside me,” I whisper. “What if—”
“You won’t get pregnant, sweetheart. I take a tonic once a month to prevent that sort of thing. Relax.”
“Oh thank the fates.” My muscles melt and I go limp, allowing myself to sink back into the afterglow. “Fuck, that was good.”
“You surprised me, with the…” His voice trails off.
“Yes, well… I needed it.” I flush, barely able to glance at his face, but I glimpse enough to see how pleased he looks. Almost smug. Like he won. And I feel so good that I can’t even muster the energy to be mad about it.
I pull my clothes back on while he tugs his undershorts into place. Then I snuggle against him, and he puts one arm around my waist again.
My entire body feels soothed, comforted, and heavy with sleep, purged of all the tension that was plaguing me.
“Do you think they heard us?” I whisper.
“Heard the ‘brother and sister’ fucking? I doubt it. If she asks, you can invent some excuse for the sounds. Perhaps I had some kind of seizure in the night, due to my old head injury.”
“That works.” I let out a long sigh. “This isn’t happening again.”
“Certainly not. Why would we want to repeat such a delightful experience? It would be silly to assume we could duplicate perfection.”
“Hush. Go to sleep. And no more of that sort of thing in the morning, do you understand?”
“Giving me orders again.” His energy shifts to a ruthless dominance that I can feel through the very muscles and heat of his arm. “What’s my title, sweetheart?”
I hesitate for a second, then murmur, “My lord king.”
He goes rigid. I’m not sure if he likes the title from my mouth, or if he fears it. Perhaps it reminds him of the ones he has lost.
Maybe all three.
After a moment, he relaxes again, but he doesn’t speak. Or if he does, I’m too deeply asleep to hear it.