Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Vidar
Ihave been standing on this lawn for hours and I am finished.
My beautiful, sexy, bound laughs at something Bane has said. She has a plate in one hand she has not eaten and my ring on the other and she has been in that white garment all afternoon and I have gazed longingly at her large ass approximately four hundred times.
I want it in my claws. That’s it, I’m done. I can’t do this anymore. I need her alone.
I cross the lawn.
“Vidar—”
I pick her up. “I am taking my bound home,” I announce, to nobody in particular and to every being present.
The lawn erupts. Somebody whistles. Somebody shouts something extremely crude. Riley Touchstone is recording me and I discover I do not care in the slightest.
“Oh my gods,” Margaret says into my neck. She is laughing so hard she can barely hold on.
“Finally,” roars Grandma Narvi from the front a chair and then adds something else that causes Bestla to shriek and cover Mitry’s ears.
The Academy grounds are quiet at this hour.
The scholars’ quarter is at the eastern end, past the chambers and the long library, where the road narrows and goes to stone underfoot. My domicile is the fourth one. It is old and it is grey and there is a wall around the garden at the back with a gate in it.
I unlock the door and stand back and let her walk in ahead of me, and then I stand in my own entry and watch my bound look at my domicile.
She has stopped in the middle of the front room. She turns around slowly. “There’s one chair in this front room. Why isn’t there anymore furniture?”
“I have not required a second,” I say. “No being has ever come here because I don’t invite anyone.”
She lifts an eyebrow. “That is going to change.”
I grin. “Of course. And I welcome the change.”
Then I show her the east room and I do not tell her what it is for.
“This room faces east,” I say. “The light comes in across the floor at an angle from approximately the second hour until the fifth. The wall opposite the window is interior stone, four hundred millimeters, which would take acoustic treatment extremely well. The window seals. There is a supply of shelving in the cellar.”
“Vidar. Is this a studio?”
“It could be.”
And she crosses the room and puts her forehead against my chest and stands there with her fists closed in the front of my sash and does not say anything for a while.
And then I take her upstairs and show her the primary bedroom.
She walks in ahead of me. The bed takes up the far wall because it is Hyrrokin-sized.
“Why are there two closets?”
“Because Senior Fellows are housed on the assumption of a bound.”
She turns around. “Yes, I want to live here. I want the second closet, the bench in the garden and the room with the light. I want all of it and I’m going to bring my chair, I’m warning you now, it’s an ugly chair.”
I cross that room and get my claws in the follicles at the back of her head and I kiss her.
I get both claws under her and lift her and her legs come around my waist and I put her against the wall beside the second closet and she makes a sound directly into my mouth that I intend to think about for the rest of my life.
“You are mine,” I growl.
“I’m yours,” she says, and bites my lower lip.
I set her on her feet.
“Take those clothes off. I want you naked.”
She goes still.
And I understand at once what is happening, because I have been watching this female for eleven diurnals and I know precisely which of her hesitations are practical and which are not.
“Margaret.”
“I’ve never…” She stops. Starts again. “Okay. So. I’ve never actually been fully naked in front of anybody. In the light. Ever.”
“Not once?”
“Not once in thirty-four years.” She laughs and it comes out wrong. “There’s always been a shirt on, or a blanket or the lights were off or…”
“Take it off,” I say. “In the light. Slowly. I have waited too long. You will not deny me this, which I consider the most erotic moment of my life.”
She reaches back and the white top comes off over her head. And then the skort, and then she is standing in the middle of my bedroom in the late light with nothing on at all and her hands start to come up.
“No.”
She stops.
“Put your hands at your sides.”
She is shaking slightly and her chin is up.
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Your breasts are heavy and they are perfect. I have thought about my mouth on them since the second diurnal after we met. Your belly is soft and I want my claws on it. Your hips are wide and I have wanted them under my hands since you crouched down beside a tripod in a jungle. Your thighs are thick and I want them around my head.”
She makes a noise.
“Your ass,” I rasp, “I have looked at forty-one times. I stopped counting on the fourth diurnal because the figure had become undignified.”
“Get your pants off,” she orders. “It’s my turn to see you naked. I’ve been watching that erection tent your pants and I want to feel it with my hands and mouth.”
She undresses me and it takes longer than it should because she keeps stopping. Her hands go over my chest, my shoulders, down my stomach and she takes her time.
She gets to my horns and puts both hands on them and pulls my head down and kisses me, and my knees very nearly go.
“They’re handles,” she says against my mouth, delighted.
“They are extremely sensitive and if you do that again I will not be responsible.”
She does it again.
She finds the tail next and gets one hand around it near the base and I make a sound I have not made in my adult life.
“Oh,” Margaret says. “Oh, that’s interesting.”
“Margaret,” I moan.
“Noted,” she says. “Filed. Coming back to that.”
And then she pushes my trousers down and my cock bounces free, hard and leaking already. She wraps a hand around it and cannot close her fingers.
I groan and put my head back.
“Vidar, is that going to fit?”
“I will make certain it does. I am going to taste you first.”
“You don’t have to—”
“I have thought about it every single night for eighty-four diurnals,” I tell her, “and you are not going to talk me out of it.”
I lift her up and toss her onto the bed. She giggles as I push her thick thighs apart and put my mouth on her clit. She cries out with delight. I have a forked tongue, and I have never once in forty years had a reason to be grateful for it and I am grateful for it now.
My female grabs my horns immediately, which I had hoped she would, and holds on hard and she steers.
That is the thing I did not anticipate. She pulls, shoves and makes noises when I am correct and different noises when I am not.
I adjust, and within a very short period I know exactly what this female wants and exactly how to give it to her.
Her heel is in my back. Her thighs are around my head, which is where I wanted them.
“Oh, Vidar, right there,” she cries out. “I’m about to…” And then she comes on my tongue with a strangled shout, both hands locked on my horns.
And then I flip her onto her back. “Margaret. I am going to say something and I want you to hear it before I am inside you.”
She is breathing hard underneath me.
“I want to plant my seed in you,” I tell her. “Today. I want it to take and I want to watch you swell with my offspring and I want to be there for every part of it, and if you do not want that then you will tell me now and I can instead come on your stomach.”
“I want it,” she says. “I want all of it. I want your babies.”
I groan, almost coming undone. “I want you to understand in advance that it is going to be fast and that this is not representative of how I operate. The next time will be slow.”
“Vidar. I have been waiting too. Fast is fine.”
I notch myself at her entrance sink inside of my bound. She is tight, small and human. I have to work into her by increments, and it takes some time. I shake with the effort of not simply driving forward.
“You all right?”
She gasps. “Keep going.”
I push the rest of my thick, leaking shaft into her and finally I am seated to the root. I stop with my forearms braced on either side of her head and I cannot move at all for a moment.
Her eyes are enormous. “Oh. Give me a moment.” Then she wraps both legs around me and digs her heels into my ass and says, “Move.”
I move and start fucking her in earnest, moving inside and out. I grab onto the headboard and brace myself, pounding hard.
I have pleasure mated four times in forty years.
Those were bodily functions competently discharged.
This is something else entirely, this is her, gripping, slick and hot around me.
This is emotional, with a female I love and who loves me back and…
and I am hoping this is the moment we create our first offspring.
She is making a continuous noise against my throat.
I get one claw between us and find her clit and she comes almost immediately, hard, her whole body arching off the bed and clamping down around me, and that is the end of my control.
I roar. It comes out of me. My seed jets into my bound wave after wave and I keep going, emptying myself into her. I am aware distantly that I have said her name several times and that my eyes are wet.
And then, I black out and fall beside her.
Eventually my eyes blink open. “Oh good, you’re awake again,” she chirps.
Margaret rolls back and gets a leg over me and sits up.
“Hmm,” I growl happily. I put both claws on her hips because they are exactly where I have wanted them since the first diurnal.
“You said the next one would be slow,” she reminds me.
“I did.”
“I love you, Vidar Coalstone.”
“And I love you, Margaret Coalstone.”
Her eyes widen. “Oh, I forgot that was going to happen.”
“Does it bother you? Do you want to keep your family name from New Earth?”
“No, I like it. It won’t mess me up, professionally. And I’d like for us to become our own family unit. I want the two of us to have the same last name.”
And then she is kissing me again.
And I’m the happiest male in the entire four sectors.