Chapter Fourteen #3
I entered the stables and went directly to the sweet brown mare who listened while I hogged her stall and bawled my troubles. Alisdair bent to help me up.
I halted. “Wait, I’m not sure about this.”
“What’s wrong? You said you wanted to learn to ride.”
“I do, but maybe it’s not a good idea to have another great big animal bouncing between my legs, after the first one left me so sore, I can barely walk.”
He hummed. “Well then, you’ll never learn to ride, because this great, big animal will fuck the sense out of you tonight, and every night that you’re mine.” Alisdair smiled wide, holding out his laced fingers. “After you.”
Sniffing, I placed my foot on his palms. “Your mouth is as filthy as you are handsome.”
“That as may be, but after you got on your knees and did what you did to my cock this morning, we can safely say your mouth is filthier.”
I told him something filthy he could do with a horse, which set him off laughing. “You will not distract me with that naughty mouth for a second time today.” He pointed. “On the horse.”
“You’re commanding me now?”
“You’re delaying because you’re scared, but you don’t have to be.” His smile almost knocked me on my back. “I’m with you.”
My heart pounded so loud in my ear, it drowned out Emiana’s memories and her fear of being thrown. When you indulge her, it only makes it easier for her to climb a toehold into your mind. You must do what Emiana wouldn’t do. And she wouldn’t get on this horse.
Mind made up, I got on the horse.
Ten minutes later, my sweet, gentle companion was doing her best to tip me face-first into the snow.
“This was my worst idea! I want to get off!”
“Take a breath.” Alisdair’s grip was steady on my waist, leaving me clinging to the reins of the excitable animal. “You’re doing well.”
“She’s going to throw me!”
“Only because you’re making her nervous.”
“How am I the problem!”
Orna tossed her head and reared, her forehooves kicking the air.
My scream echoed through the forest. The only thing louder were his guffaws.
“This isn’t funny!”
Alisdair leaned over me, gently patting and murmuring to the horse until she settled down. “She needs to feel your calm, little bird. Take a breath, sit up straight, don’t pull too hard on the reins, and I will handle the rest.”
“Okay, okay,” I breathed, willing stillness into my jittery limbs. It was a strange sensation navigating someone else’s terror. I held on to the fact that I still knew it wasn’t mine. The days were coming when I wouldn’t. “Breathe, sit up straight, don’t pull hard on the reins.”
I repeated that over and over to myself as Orna resumed a steady trot.
If not for our mode of transport, I would have enjoyed our quiet trip through the forest. A light dusting of snow rained from above like a confectioner’s treat.
Orblights hung along the path, casting a gentle glow on the winged rabbits and other critters who came out to see the guests trotting through their home.
It was morning, so the blazing sun and azure sky dominated the horizons.
All behind a black curtain of clouds and ice.
Even so, I didn’t miss it. There was something serene and private about this little pocket of Elva, where everyone came together against the cold and dark.
Every day there were parties in the square, and every night families huddled together with cocoa before the fire.
They loved each other harder because eventually the one they loved would be gone in mind, if not by death. They took nothing for granted—not the light, not the warmth, not food, and not freedom. It could all go away one day, so let’s love it harder while it deigns to stay.
A stiff wind blasted me, ripping straight through my layers.
Alisdair instinctively drew me closer, shielding me with his warmth.
Oh yes, I missed the sun less and less every day.
I was so caught up thinking of the ways Lumenfell and Lyrica differed, that I didn’t notice Alisdair’s hand under my skirt until—
“Oh!”
Two fingers slipped past my folds as mischievous as the thumb pressing firm against my clit. “Shh,” he crooned. “I told you. I’ll take care of the rest.”
“Is th-this”—I jostled on the saddle and came down hard on his fingers, rolling my eyes up in my head—“a part of the lesson?”
“Vital part.” Alisdair nipped my ear, making me bite my lip. “I did say it was all about being relaxed.”
“I see now why you were s-so popular.” He flicked my little nub and I snapped forward, body bending in half as lightning demolished my defenses. “Women must’ve come from far and wide for your lessons— Ah!”
He chuckled. “You are the only woman to receive my private instruction.” Alisdair slipped in a third finger and I nearly pitched off the horse. “But you’ll find me a suitable teacher.”
Suitable was not the word. Every bump and jostle impaled me on his fingers and struck that spot dead-on.
If the goal was to calm me down, it didn’t work.
I was a moaning, shuddering mess who long ago gave up any pretense of guiding the horse and bent back, draping my arms over his shoulders, and holding on for dear life as I bucked and bounced on his hand.
A glowing, furry mass shot out of the trees in front of us, zipping across the path.
Orna neighed and reared, tossing us shouting off her back. We tumbled to the snow in a mass of limbs, satin, and shattered orgasms as she took off into the dark.
Alisdair and I flailed around righting ourselves. Hooking me around the waist, he finally sat us both up, getting our knees under ourselves. We took one look at each other, and burst out laughing.
I was laughing so hard I could barely speak. “Far be it for me to—to critique your teaching skills, but I think we’re supposed to be on the horse when she gallops off.”
Alisdair fell back over, clutching his stomach.
I hopped on top of him—straddling his waist. “I hope you don’t think this means you’ve gotten out of that orgasm you owe me.”
“I am not a stupid man.” He grinned wolfishly. “So why would I have such a stupid thought?”
Alisdair waved his hand, and simmering white fabric appeared out of the air—spinning and floating all around us.
I shrieked in delight as the fabric formed, crafting a beautiful castle-shaped tent around us. Beneath my feet, the powdery snow both firmed and softened, becoming a fluffy, bouncy mattress.
I was allowed another second to admire the glittering, starry flecks woven through the silk before it all spun. We tore each other’s clothes off in a frenzy, both whispering filthy promises to each other that burned my ears even as they left my lips.
Alisdair kissed me hard—scrambling my mind like the plate of eggs I devoured that morning. I gasped as he broke away, coming up for air but wishing he kept me drowning. Drowning in him.
Down he went, dropping soft, nipping kisses over my chin, along my neck, and between the valley of my breasts. Goose bumps popped in his wake as if my very skin was reaching out to him for more.
I moaned as his mouth closed around my nipple, sucking the soft nub into a hard, little pebble eager and desperate for more. He pounced on the other one and worshipped it in kind, making my core melt under his blisteringly hot ministrations.
Somehow, I got my hands between us and flipped him over, guiding him onto his back. I sat on his face like I’d been longing to do for weeks, and then I fell forward across his chest—gripping his rock-hard ridge. “I trust you know where I’m going with this.”
“I do. You weren’t content with one day of celebration, so now you bargain for a second.”
I wiggled my pussy above his lips, giggling. “You did teach me to only bargain with what you desire.”
Alisdair reared up and captured my lower lips—all talking over.
“Oh, Meya,” I cried when his fingers immediately joined the party, rapid-fire plunging in and out of my hole while he sucked on my apex.
My back nearly bent in half as my head threw back—knees quivering beside his ears. Bolts of electricity shot through my veins, tightening me around him. I dropped and swallowed him to the hilt, letting him feel the vibrations of my moans and what he did to me.
For a while, our tent was filled with nothing but moans, grunts, cries, and the glorious music of flesh slapping flesh.
Alisdair stretched my hole past its limits milking the poor innocent for my cum. I fisted the snow mattress, barely holding myself up as I pumped him hard and fast.
“Yes, Alisdair, there— Right there! Gods, yes!”
He gave me no warning. Hot, sticky ropes of seed exploded on my face, shocking my razor-thin tether of control into snapping.
I came hard—jerking and flopping on his stomach as each resounding shock wave rocked my body hard, hard, and harder. It was an eternity before I collapsed on top of him, grinning like a lunatic. “Wow,” I breathed, chest heaving. “I swear those get better every time.”
“Let’s test that theory.”
“Uh-uh,” I sang, wriggling away when he tried to flip me over. “I have you right where I want you, husband, and it’s right where you’re going to stay until I say otherwise.”
“You are sexy when you think you’re in charge.”
“Oh, but I am.” I winked at him over my shoulder. “I’ve told you, I have many ways of putting a man on his back.”
A furious growl split his lips. There was something wrong with me that I found that deeply arousing.
“Now, now, don’t be like that,” I purred, gripping his knees. “You’ll find that there’s nothing I can do in this position that you won’t like.”
I didn’t give him a chance to rebut. I rose up, slowly twisting and wining my hips, pushing out my ass, then slowly coming back down—grinding on his member. Taking my time, I teased, danced, and kissed his ridge with my pussy, sending it shooting back up and eager for more.
“Still think I’m a bad dancer, husband?”