Chapter 20
VALANCE
I leaned on the balustrade of my balcony, draped in fine silk, the luxurious material blissful on my naked skin.
A crescent moon nestled itself into a dark purple sky, the stars its twinkling friends.
The dragon flew across it in her endless circling as dark fae arrived by the hour, setting up camps around this castle on the hill and the surrounding city of Snowdell.
So many lights, so many fires. So many voices.
Tonight, we celebrated. A ball for our army, spreading from within these walls to the encampments and the streets of the city.
Everywhere. Tomorrow, I would meet with Lord Cullen, with every single leader of the various dark fae who’d come here to discuss our strategies.
On the fifth day from this night, the war would begin.
I’m coming for you all…
Movement behind me, hands finding my hips.
“What are you doing?” Kormac asked, his voice tickling the back of my neck.
I liked his breath there, everywhere. I wasn’t sure what any of this meant between us, only that I was relieved to see him alive, to have him share my bed. He warmed my soul like no other, keeping the dark temptations at bay.
For now…
“Enjoying the fresh air,” I answered him.
His fingers curled in my silk dressing robe, bunching the material up to the top of my thighs. Cool air licked at my skin.
“What are you doing?” I asked. “I thought you were meditating.”
A wonderful use of time. I longed to adopt such a practice to soothe my mind and body. He said he would teach me his techniques.
For now, he responded to my question with his body, dropping to his knees, pushing my legs apart. He soon brought heat to me, parting my buttocks with his fingers and sliding his tongue inside.
I moaned, taking hold of the balustrade with both hands, bending over to grant him more room to explore me.
He reached around as he licked and slurped, taking my cock into his hand. Stroking, thumb rubbing the tip.
“Oh…” I panted. “Oh, Kormac.”
He buried his face into me, his other hand tugging at my balls. Fucked me with his tongue. His tongue! No lover had ever managed to perform such an act on me before so skillfully. Different from a cock, a much wetter experience as silky as my garments.
I tried not to scream my orgasm as I burst in his hand. He stood up, spinning me to face him as my pleasure tore out of me into his palm, decorating his forearm. He brought his sticky fingers to his mouth, lapping at my seed.
Nervously, I laughed, a little uncomfortable at watching him eat me like that.
Then he painted his lips as if applying rouge and kissed me. I whined in surprise at my saltiness in his kiss.
He stopped. “Sorry. I got carried away.”
I licked my lips, puzzled yet excited at the same time. Such a messy kiss, such an intimate, strange thing.
I pulled him back to me, reveling in it. My cock throbbed, staying hard, ready for more of him.
You’re a naughty human… my inner voice purred.
Breaking the kiss, I dropped to my knees on the cold floor and took his hardness into my mouth. Holding onto his firm buttocks, I rocked my head back and forth, his tip striking the back of my throat.
I gagged, taking a breath and a pause.
He stroked my hair. “You don’t have to…”
“Give me a moment.” I relaxed further, caressing his shaft with my fingertips.
He groaned, his toes curling.
I took my break to enjoy the aesthetics of his lower body. The powerful thighs, the dark hairs on his legs, his beautiful forest of pubic hair, that wonderful olive skin. He was built for fighting and fucking, hewn from brutality and sexual magnificence.
His stamina was incredible, his thirst for sex unquenchable. Every night we fucked, unable to sleep without it. Our lust smothered any real discussions we could have about our future, and I didn’t care. We were in a better place now, and I didn’t want to spoil it with reality or words.
My consort. My lover. Let us keep it at that.
The doubt, the anxiety, they were irritating lurkers trying to trip me up. I did my best to ignore them.
Relaxed enough, I took him back into my mouth, closing my lips around him.
“You feel so good…” he breathed.
This time, I didn’t gag, his balls bouncing on my chin as I fucked him in my own way. He dug his fingers into my scalp, moaning toward a climax. He spilled down my throat in hot gushes, driving himself into me in those final moments.
I drank every drop until the well ran dry.
“That was an interesting turn to the evening,” I said, getting to my feet.
He cupped my chin, shivering. “I couldn’t help myself.”
“You’re cold. Get back inside. The balconies of Winter are not the best places to be naked.”
“I’d beg to differ, Your Majesty.” He winked at me.
“Get inside before your lips turn blue. We have to get ready for the ball.”
He nodded and turned his back on me. I watched him saunter through the billowing drapes, his backside a feast for my eyes. Would he allow me to explore it with my tongue? Return the favor?
It looked the perfect fit for my face.
No more sex took place.
We shared a bath to warm and clean ourselves, keeping our hands occupied with soap and combs.
Afterward, he dressed in a magnificent white and silver tunic with a matching, long jacket.
His tight breeches were white and piped silver, too, his boots leather and black, coming up to his knees.
He looked spectacular, a far cry from his brown leather armor.
I stood before a tall mirror as he helped me lace up my purple corset with the silver laces.
“Tighter,” I commanded him with seduction in my voice, my cock firm at every pull.
I watched his reflection hesitate.
“Is there a problem?” I asked.
“No.”
“Then make it tighter.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I like the bite,” I replied.
“What about breathing?”
“I can breathe just fine.”
He frowned. “Does this turn you on?”
“Yes. I’m hard, Kormac.” I nodded down to the bulge in my black breeches.
“Oh.” He licked his lips, grinned.
“You can slice me free later.”
Another mischievous grin. “Oh.”
“Yes. Now pull, my friend.”
Friend?
He obeyed, tugging the laces until the corset constricted me enough to hurt yet please. My cock threatened to burst at the exquisite juxtaposition. I moaned, closing my eyes for a moment.
“There,” he said, tying the final lace in place.
I opened my eyes and smiled at him through the mirror, my ribs suitably crushed. Yes, he could certainly cut me free later. Lace by lace. Or not. He could leave the corset on and tear my bottom clothing from me, fuck me with all his might.
Yes…
Turning to face him, I took him by the shoulders. “Thank you. I appreciate your help. Shall we?” I offered him my hand.
He took it, allowing himself to be led to the ballroom.