Chapter 19 #6
“Please, let’s not make any rushed decisions, darling,” I said, trying to hide my fear and worry behind a soothing voice.
“And please believe me, I want you to be happy. We can talk about it later, after you rest. You’ll tell me how I can make your life in Olathana better, and I will do everything to make it happen.
But if you’re still unhappy after that..
.” I let my voice trail off because I had no idea how to finish that sentence.
There was no fucking way in the Abyss that I would ever part from her. Not for as long as I lived and even after.
I had no idea how to convince her to give me a chance.
I couldn’t find words strong or gentle enough to carry the message for me.
All I had was music rushing through my brain.
So I said nothing. And when the music grew too strong to contain inside me, I let it out in a soft hum.
I couldn’t remember when or how the lyrics joined the melody, but before long, I was singing the second verse of the lullaby she loved so much:
“Hush now, fear not, my darling one,
While stars yet burn and the moon still shines...”
Maren inhaled deeply but didn’t stop me, laying down onto the pillow again. My voice was all I had, and it was everything—the hug I couldn’t give her, the kiss I couldn’t place on her lips, the words I felt in my heart but couldn’t form on my tongue.
So I just kept singing the song I knew she loved, putting all my emotions into the melody, since the only words I could muster right now were the lyrics:
“...By ocean and wind, my promise in song,
You will never face the darkness alone.”
I repeated the last line twice because I realized the lyrics conveyed my feelings well. Maren had been my light in the darkness, and I wished I could be that for her too.
“We’ll stay together, my precious butterfly. You and I,” I whispered the vow I meant to uphold with all my heart. “I’ll do everything to make you happy, Maren.”
Her eyes were closed, and I thought she’d fallen asleep when she murmured, “If you could touch me, Kye, what would you do right now?”
Oh, the things I would do. There was an entire gallery of images that ranged from naughty to lascivious to outright filthy depicting all the things I wished to do to her if I could only get my hands and my mouth on her.
But she was too tired, too worn-down, and too sleepy for me to drag any of those fantasies out into the light. Instead, I dipped into the collection of sweet and relatively innocent things that I longed to do to her just as fervently.
“If I could touch you, my precious darling, I’d crawl right under the covers with you.
I’d gather you to my chest and whisper sweet, soothing things in your ear while you peacefully drift asleep in my arms. I’d make you forget all your worries and fears.
” With no effort at all, the words were lining up into lyrics, and the melody was already forming on my tongue too:
“I’d keep you close, and in my arms,
no harm would ever find you.”
What was it about this woman that made my heart sing and my mind conjure music so effortlessly after a century of silence?
“And that’s it?” The mischievous note in her voice made me pause.
Maren squinted at me from under a wavy blonde lock of hair draped over her forehead.
“Would we just cuddle then?” she inquired with a flash of heat in her gaze that spiked my attention.
My best intentions blew away in a twister, taking all those innocent images with them. There was nothing innocent in the way I stared at her now with my cock steadily rising from the floor.
“You’re tired...” I reminded us both.
I had no business fantasizing about lifting her thighs onto my shoulders and bringing her sweet cunt to my mouth. Not when the cut on her forehead was still healing as were many more cuts on her body that she was hiding under the blanket from me.
I swallowed hard, salivating at the mere thought of savoring her taste.
“I’m afraid to sleep,” she confessed somberly, and her words gutted me.
The monsters might be gone for now, but the nightmares they left behind could last forever.
“What can I do to help you?” I asked.
A timid smile returned to her face. “Tell me what else you would do to me once you’d get under my covers?”
I grinned in response. “Do you really want to know all the lewd filth that resides in my head? I have to warn you, sweetheart, every fantasy I’ve had since I first laid my eyes on you involved you and you alone.”
Her eyelids hooded, she slid a gaze down my body, pausing it on my cock. It bobbed up even higher, clearly an eager whore for her attention.
“Lewd filth sounds wonderful right now,” she muttered. “I’d so much rather imagine your hands and your mouth on me, instead of...”
She shuddered, drawing the blanket tighter around her shoulders. And I understood. I suddenly understood perfectly well what she needed, as if those were my own fears and my own desires.
I leaned back on my arms, dragging a slow, exploring stare down her covered body. Sensing the change in the air between us, she cleared her throat and shifted under her blanket, as if unable to hold still in anticipation.
“If I could touch you right now,” I said, my voice dropping at least by an octave, “we’d be cuddling, with your back to my front and my arms around you.
But of course, the naughty little vixen that you are, you’d wiggle your perfect, round bottom, pressing it to my cock that, I shall warn you, I have no control over. ”
As if to prove that point, my unruly member got even harder, bumping against my lower abdomen.
“And of course, you’d be already hard,” she chimed in. “Just like you are now.”
A smile sprang to her lips. And gods, how much I loved to see it.
“Of course. Hard like a rock or...glass.” I slapped the floor beneath me.
She darted a cautious glance down to the cargo hold below, then up to the deck above us.
“No one can see you as long as you stay in bed,” I assured her, pointing at the embroidered canopy over her bed.
“But what if someone sees you?”
If I ever possessed any shyness about my nudity, I’d long lost it all while parading in nothing but my skin for the past century.
I moved aside my bent legs to make more room for my straining erection. “Let them look. I’m sure I present a glorious sight from any vantage point.”
She snorted a laugh, and I decided that was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard. For me at least, it had the effect of a searching song.
“Ask me where my hands would be right now if I could touch you,” I said.
She licked her lips, her pink tongue darting out, teasing and tantalizing.
“Where would they be, Kye?”
“On your breasts, of course. You have no idea, sweetheart, how often I’ve imagined your breasts in my hands, salivating about every detail of how they would feel.
They’d be just a bit more than a handful, I believe.
Soft under my palms. Firm when I squeeze them.
With those perky little buds of your nipples trapped between my fingers. ”
My voice grew hoarse as I spoke. Her breathing sped up. A blush colored her cheeks. Her eyelids dropped a little, and her lips parted. Fuck, I loved that expression on her.
Then I caught movement under her blanket.
“Show them to me,” I demanded.
She stilled, then shook her head.
“No. You’ll see the bruises, freak out, and kill the mood,” she said frankly. “Use your imagination. You’ve seen me naked enough times before.”
She was right. Just her mentioning the bruises on her body flipped my mood from lust to rage. I felt an overwhelming need to murder someone, when I should be thinking about giving her pleasure.
I tried to focus on what was most important at the moment. Revenge murders could wait at least until Maren was fully satisfied and well rested.
Gods, how I wished I could fuck her.
“Tell me then, my sweet butterfly, where are your hands right now?” I asked.
Her blush deepened. “On my breasts.”
“Play with your hard little nipples for me then. Pinch them between your fingers, roll them, pull on them like I would if I could.”
I watched the blanket move as she played with her body for me. I imagined her hands on her breasts, the pink nipples pinched between her fingers, a shudder of pleasure rushing her head to toe.
My cock jerked with aching pressure, but I ignored it, for if I touched myself, I feared I’d come in seconds. I wanted to prolong it, to stay with her in the fantasy we were building together.
Another movement under her blanket indicated her hand shifted downward.
“Uh-uh.” I lifted a finger to stop her. “Where are you touching now?”
“I...I want to, Kye. Please,” she whined, stretching in bed, then bending her knees, and spreading her legs open under the blanket.
If I were under that fucking blanket with her, it’d be so easy for me to sink inside her in this position, with her thighs cradling my hips. Desire shot through me like a lightning bolt. A ripple of magic ran under the skin of my cock, and I could no longer hold back. I fisted my cock with a hiss.
She whimpered, watching me stroke myself.
“Slide your finger around your opening,” I instructed, “but don’t touch the spot you want to touch the most.”
She breathed through her parted lips, her eyelids fluttering, her hand in the place I longed to touch more than anything in this entire world.
“Now dip your finger inside you,” I said. “Tell me how wet you are.”
With a bold glint in her eyes, she offered, “Why don’t I show it to you instead?”
My heart thudded with thrill. But instead of lifting the blanket, she pulled her hand out from under it, then held up two gloriously glistening fingers.
“Fuck...” I groaned. “I’d give the rest of my life for just a taste, Maren.”
“Taste it then.” She sat up.
I recoiled from her hand stretched toward me, afraid that in her lust induced haze, she’d forgotten what kind of a monster she was sharing the cabin with.
“You’re playing with fire, my butterfly,” I warned.
She might be delicate, and fragile, and so easy to hurt, but the determination in her gaze was strong enough to slay a dragon.
“Your tongue...” she said huskily. “It won’t turn me to glass. Just like your hair doesn’t. Taste me, Kye.”
Realization swept through me, making my head spin. She was right. Everything that touched my skin turned to glass. But my tongue... My tongue was safe. That was why I could eat and drink. And, oh gods, how much I wanted to taste her!
“Just a taste,” I croaked, enthralled by the sight of her wet little fingers reaching for me like the biggest temptation I’d ever known.
She leaned forward, and I strained for her, both body and soul. I opened my mouth, rolled my tongue out, like a salivating dog, and pulled back my lips, baring my teeth.
“Give it to me. Give... Give...” pounded through my head.
My nostrils flared, hungry for her scent.
“Taste me...” she whispered, dragging the back of her middle finger across my tongue.
I held still, afraid to move a muscle. I imagined my face buried between her thighs, my tongue lapping at her arousal, sinking into her wet heat, swirling around the tight epicenter of her pleasure.
“I would feast on you,” I growled, my eyelids heavy, my cock throbbing in my hand. “I would eat you out like a starving man, drink your juices, devour you until you scream in pleasure and beg for mercy.”
She sucked in a shaky breath, working herself with one hand between her legs. With the other, she twirled a strand of my hair around her finger, then tugged me closer. A shiver of pleasure skittered over my skin from the pull at my roots.
“Taste me, Kye... Taste me everywhere,” she panted, rolling back her shoulders and thrusting her chest toward me.
Her blanket fell away, exposing her breasts. The hard, pink nipples trembled with her shallow breathing, teasing me so close to my face.
I shouldn’t. But I was too far gone, drunk on her scent, taste, and closeness. She beckoned me, and all I could do was follow.
“Make yourself come while my tongue is on you,” I ordered, before stretching my tongue out and tapering it to almost a point at the end.
She nodded eagerly, then tugged on my hair, bringing me closer. Her skin felt warm, almost feverishly hot. I breathed her in, swirling the very tip of my tongue around the tight pebble of her nipple. I flicked it, lapped at it.
She sucked in a shuddering moan.
I had to suck on her breast... I needed to trap the tip between my teeth...
The thought jolted me with alarm, and I shrank back instead of leaning forward and acting out those dangerous fantasies. My hair unraveled from around her finger, releasing me from her hold.
Terror of what I had almost done to her coursed through my blood with a chill. It mixed with the heat of my arousal, resulting in an explosive combination.
Maren’s hand replaced my tongue on her breast. Her fingers pinched her nipple as she rubbed harder between her legs with her other hand.
“Kye, I want you...” she moaned. “I want you so, so much.”
I gripped myself harder too, stroking my cock in the same rhythm as she rubbed her pussy.
“I’d give you what you want, sweetheart. Everything you’ve ever wanted. Anything you’ll ever ask for and more. I’d sink into your sweet, hot cunt. Make you stretch around me. Feel you grip me as you come on my cock inside you.”
I couldn’t touch her, but I made love to her with my words, and she took it all, sharing in my fantasies as if they were her own.
“Oh my God... Kye. I...” she gasped.
Her lips parted, her eyelids closed briefly, but she snapped them open, fixing her gaze on me as she came on her hand with a long moan of pleasure.
Catching her lust-filled stare on me was my undoing. With one last, hard stroke, the hot, painful throbbing in my groin released with pleasure. I growled like a feral beast, blinded by ecstasy. Through pain and pleasure, diamonds dropped to the floor, then bounced and rolled along the glass.
Maren watched them with amusement. She propped her hands onto the mattress and leaned toward me. With her face barely a hand breadth away from mine, she gave me a blinding smile and whispered in a teasing, carefree voice, “You have the best ‘lewd filth’ in that head of yours, Your Majesty.”
It was only the best, because she created this fantasy with me.
“I do,” I agreed. “Because you’re the star of them all now.”