Chapter 27 And Again
AND AGAIN
Azrion
Azrion only hesitated because it might ruin everything—it being his cock.
He knew nothing of human men that would be of much use unless the names and feats of historical sorcerers could be rearranged into some spell to make him appear normal to Katarina.
And though he’d learned plenty about this human woman in particular, he had a distinct worry—size was going to be a problem.
But she had given him a command, the flush of satisfaction still rosy on her cheeks, and the peaks of her nipples still tempting him from beneath her shift. Of course, anything for her.
“Wait,” she said as he pulled at the tie keeping up his pants. “Would you…I mean…take off your shirt too.”
Azrion cracked a grin and reached overhead, tugging the neckline over his horns and throwing it across the chamber. Now that was easy.
Kat’s satisfied look shifted, eyes rounding and lips parting. She’d seen him like this before, and she’d been embarrassed and nervous each time, but not now. Now she stared with hunger he had learned to recognize because the same paced inside his chest as well.
Azrion stood slowly and stretched his arms behind his head, intending to give her a good show.
She settled in, lip bitten as he released the tie at his waist. The truth was that he longed to relieve the pain of growing inside the tightness of his pants and the friction that didn’t relieve the ache but only intensified it.
He hooked his thumbs into the waist and slid them over his hips.
Kat drew in a breath, squirming as she watched.
He went as slowly as he could, and resistance grew until the tautness of the fabric could take no more.
Azrion realized his cock was about to do a thing he decidedly did not want his human mate to see, but it was too late, and it sprang itself free, deeply purple and venous, and pointed straight at her.
Kat slapped a hand over her mouth.
Stars, please don’t let her laugh.
Then her fingers trailed down her face to play with her bottom lip as her eyes followed the slow bobbing of his cock until it fell still. It remained at attention, which was unfortunately a little rude, but it couldn’t be helped. If only he had taught it to bow.
“I hope it’s not too…different from human anatomy.”
She pinched the plumpness of her lip then let it go, wrapping her arms around her knees and leaning forward. “I wouldn’t know.” Then she curled her finger to beckon him closer.
Azrion swallowed and took half a step. He felt like a monster with her sitting on the floor, the shadow of his cock like some predator hovering in the sky for its next meal across her face.
But she looked nothing like a prey animal. In fact, she looked as vicious as a beast herself. “I’d like to touch it,” she said, and his knees went weak. “But I don’t know how.”
“Well, it, uh…doesn’t object to much.”
Her smile shifted around, and his stomach wobbled with the suspicion she knew exactly what she was doing. “Would you show me how you like it?”
His hand and cock twitched in unison, and she gasped at the sight.
“Oh, look, it agreed.”
Azrion chuckled, fingers flexing at his sides. It wasn’t all that difficult to stand in front of her naked, but to stroke himself for her? At least the warrior constellation had fallen below the horizon, so he wouldn’t break the promise he’d made to the gods back in chapter nine.
Though nothing really mattered more than pleasing Katarina, not the gods or his pride, so he wrapped his hand around his cock.
Kat’s face lit up when he gave himself a squeeze, the head going a little darker and a bead of anticipation forming on its tip. The excitable focus in place of worry on her face might have done it, but he held himself back from ending it all right there and spilling with a single touch.
Instead he took a slow breath and slid his hand loosely along his shaft to the base.
Lungs full, he held still, gaze flicking between Kat’s unblinkingness and his pulsing head.
He released the breath through his teeth as he stroked downward again with only the slightest amount of pressure.
Each caress woke untouched places inside him, and his skin itched as he stood there naked in his office knowing it was all wrong to use this place for something so debauched, but then that made his stomach clench and his heart race.
Azrion halted at the flared end of himself, and Kat broke her gaze only when it was apparent he wasn’t going to move again.
“That’s all?” she asked, sweet and high-pitched and much more innocent than she really was—as if he had never had her writhing on the floor and screaming his name as she came against his mouth.
His cock throbbed in his hand at that thought, the seed at the tip threatening to drip.
“Maybe not,” she said in a sing-songy voice and lifted her hand so that her finger hovered dangerously close. “What’s that?”
Perhaps she really didn’t know, but she was definitely playing up her ignorance.
Kat had picked up so many rune meanings in only a few days that surely she was capable of connecting the dots.
“That is a warning,” he said, voice low but the vibrations played havoc with his senses.
“There’s quite a bit more of it, and it’s extremely eager to come out. ”
Katarina grinned wickedly. “Well?”
“Is that what you’d like to see?”
She cocked a brow. “That would be the end of it, wouldn’t it?
I want you to show me how you get yourself there.
But take your time. You know, so I can learn.
” She leaned back on the pile of cushions and stretched her arms overhead.
Kat was a long, slender thing, and when she was relaxed, she was like a sleek and agile animal he didn’t quite have the name for.
When she thought no one was looking, she would drape herself on furniture and brush her hair back from her face, though he could wrest that relaxation out of her with a good climax as well.
More of that contentment was what he wanted most, so if that meant he had to stroke himself off at the excruciating speed she commanded, then so be it.
“This has another use,” he admitted and covered the bead of anticipation with his palm before slicking it up his shaft with a tighter grip. His whole body trembled under the delicious feeling, and looking down on her while he did it nearly sent him over the edge.
Kat’s lids were heavy, but her eyes didn’t fail to rove over his body, taking in even the slightest twitch.
He was never one to be shy himself, but then he’d never been looked at like this—it was always awe or ire, never genuine appreciation.
Kat, however, looked at him like someone who wanted to know him.
Not so that she could wheedle out his weaknesses or discover how he might be of use to her, but just for knowing’s sake.
Azrion’s next stroke was harder, and it pulled a sound out of him that rumbled behind his teeth.
Kat made a sound in return, something low and intrigued, and her hand found its way to her belly, absently tracing small circles around where her navel would be below her shift.
If only it were her hands on him, but his own grip would have to do, and really, it was doing quite well, speeding up as he nudged his hips back and forth into his grip.
Kat licked her lips as she traced up her own body, skimming over a covered breast. Azrion nodded, urging her on as he took his free hand underneath his cock to squeeze a more vulnerable part of himself.
“What are you doing?” Kat asked, and there was more sincerity in the question this time.
Azrion swallowed. “I don’t want to spill until you say.”
“That stops it?”
“In…a way.” He struggled through the next stroke and gave himself a harder squeeze.
Kat eyed him inquisitively then sat up, pointing to the floor before her.
Azrion followed the direction as best he could, slowly descending to one knee and then the other. That pleased her, and in turn pleased him a little too much. Even with his stroking stalled, the urge to spill welled up inside him.
“Can I?” she asked, and it didn’t matter what she meant, he would let her do anything at that moment.
Eagerly, Azrion nodded, and Kat reached out a steady hand. He chanted in his mind to be still and in control as her fingers crested the ridge of his head.
Azrion bit his cheek, holding himself at the base and waiting through her careful exploration.
Soft fingertips danced up along his shaft and then down the underside, spending time at every ridge on the way.
She learned the skin could move atop them and wiggled it back and forth with amusement and torture both.
Then she reached below and tapped his hand so he would release himself.
When he did, she caressed his sack, fingers spreading out over it and cupping it, and her face betrayed her delight and deviousness.
Trailing back to the tip, she pressed her thumb to the opening, collecting a bead and letting it shimmer on her finger.
Oh, gods, if she does what I think she’s about to, I may just die.
Lolling out her tongue, Kat lapped at her thumb then caught his gaze and swallowed.
Azrion’s soul didn’t escape, but his bursting load of seed nearly did.
Kat threw herself back into the cushions. “Show me how you finish,” she said with a huskiness that demanded his best performance, and then she tugged up the skirt of her shift and let her legs fall open as her delicate and nimble fingers found that bud he so desperately loved to suckle.
“Fuck,” he gritted out between teeth that could have cracked, fisting his cock and fucking his hand for her.
She groaned in delight as she touched herself for him, spread open and unashamed, drenched in the pleasure he’d already given her and the new arousal she gave herself.
Her heady human spell invaded his senses, filling up the office and coating his lungs.
He wanted to plunge himself inside her, to fill her with the seed he’d been saving, to make her belly swell.
Azrion pushed away that thought before his heart could ache, focusing instead on the growing ecstasy on her face.
Flushed and panting, she brought herself to the edge, the folds of her wet center glimmering with invitation.
He thrust into his fist again and again, snapping his hips to show her all he had to give.
“Katarina, you’re too beautiful,” he groaned, dropping his free hand to the ground, doubled over as he continued to stroke. “I won’t last much longer.”
“Then come for me,” she demanded, and he did, hard and fast on the floor between her legs. She watched with an open mouth, shock and delight in her eyes as her fingers drew out a second climax that had her collapsing into a heap when she was done.
Azrion’s body shook as he released his cock and fell to all fours, tip still weeping. He couldn’t catch his breath, but he could smell her anyway, driven to fall face first into her heat and lick her into another frenzy.
But arms came around his neck and pulled him toward the cushions with a tenderness he didn’t expect. She cradled his body against hers and planted gentle kisses all over his face as her hands explored his chest and back.
“That was even better than I hoped,” Kat told him. “Maybe next time I can try.”
He hummed into her neck as he nestled deeper. “My body is yours to experiment on, Katarina. Just say the word, and I’m all yours.”