Chapter Twenty-Four
Pikquarrys
Princess Loreleivnna wraps her arms around my neck and nuzzles into my shoulder, her thighs swishing together under my palms. My words have stirred her, but they are truer than she knows.
She’s lusty and kind, gentle and stubborn.
If she chooses me as her mate, I will never take her affection for granted again.
Atop the hill, I resituate us on a flat patch of land, draping her back over my barrel.
“This is highly inappropriate,” she mumbles, but a sly grin tugs up her cheek.
“We are courting.” Someone moans below, an early participant in the frolic. Princess Loreleivnna’s eyes flicker toward the sound, then back to me. “Shouldn’t we practice the intimacies mates share?”
She lifts one leg, letting the one nearest me lie straight. I run my left hand up her thigh and down, ghosting my nails over her inner knee and calf.
“You won me as your bride.” She opens her legs wider, whimpering when I don’t venture higher. “You don’t need to court me.”
In the grove, feminine laughter morphs into a cry of pleasure. Princess Loreleivnna arches her back against my pelt. I wrap my free arm around her, drawing back her hair so I can watch her breasts heave. Her nipples are little pearls under the thin fabric.
“You are more than a prize to be won, Princess Loreleivnna.” Her hooded gaze lifts to mine, so full of need, I’m positive I’ll have to remind her of my sentiments later.
I will do so happily, for as long as I breathe.
“You are precious to me, you tricky witch. I should have realized sooner. There’s no other mate for me.
I aim to show you that I was made to be yours, but ultimately, it’s your choice. ”
“Oh.”
I chuckle. As I feared, she’s too lusty for such heavy heart-speak right now. “It’s not a choice you must make now, Petal.”
I skim my nails over her inner thigh, climbing higher this time, until I feel the heat of her sex against my knuckles.
“Pikr.” She grabs my wrist. “I’ve known for a long time I was made for you.” Her voice is soft but sure. “I’m glad you see it now.”
My heart gallops in my chest. She releases my hand, and I bring it to her cheek, holding her gently as I drop my lips to hers.
Her mouth is soft and inviting, and the scent of her desire on my knuckles threatens to send me into a frenzy, but I soak in the wild sweetness of her.
A sudden symphony of deep groans and high-pitched squeals sounds from below. The princess melts into my touch, our kiss turning urgent.
I draw her close and graze the velvet at her waist to cup her breast. Through the silken fabric, her skin is warm despite the chill autumn air. I fill my hand with her breast, learning its weight, then thumb the beaded peak.
“Pikr,” she moans.
“Yes, my little witch?”
She takes my free wrist, guiding me to touch her. She attempts to slide my hand under her dress, but I resist. She squeezes her legs around my fingers and whimpers, her brow furrowed.
“Use your words, Princess.”
“Touch me.”
“I am touching you.” To demonstrate, I roll her nipple between thumb and forefinger.
“Evil centaur,” she grumbles. “Touch my…my pussy.”
I snort a laugh when she whispers the last word. She glances at the field below, her skin so deeply blushed it’s the color of a dense garnet saturated with powerful enchantments.
“Don’t worry about them.” I give her what she wants, slipping her undergarment to the side and sliding my finger over the curls at her seam. They are damp and sensitive, and she arches into my touch. “They’re enjoying themselves. Do you hear that? Listen.”
Her whimpers fall silent as she obeys, the breath stuck in her lungs while I continue to pet her under her skirt.
Sure enough, the forest teems with life, but it isn’t the usual nocturnal critters and insects. The field is alive with creatures indulging in their primal urges, their pleasure occasionally climbing to a volume heard all the way from here as shrieks of bliss and roars of carnality.
Wetness weeps onto my finger as she listens. I use the pad of my thumb to coax her open, swallowing the moan from her soft lips.
“You are a lusty petal.” I slot my finger between her folds and chuckle when she writhes her hips over me. “Take a look at what you do to me.”
Princess Loreleivnna lifts her head like it’s heavier than a mountain giant’s axe, slowly turning to look down my flank. She gasps.
A considerable portion of my cock has slipped from my sheath, resting on the inside of my stifle. Slick pours steadily from my seam and leaks in pulsing gobs from my tip.
“Pikr.”
“It’s all for you,” I tell her. I slip my index finger inside her wet warmth, up to my first knuckle. She groans, her head lolling back.
“Pikr,” she moans. I love that she’s so lusty for me, her vocabulary has devolved into only my name.
“Do you want to touch it, Little Witch?”
She lights up, nodding eagerly before her face scrunches. “I’ve never…”
“I know, Petal.” I retract my arm from around her and help her to sit up. It’s her first time seeing a cock. I don’t expect her to know what to do with it. “Touch me.”
Tentatively, she leans over, reaching for me. Her small fingers close around my tip and I inhale sharply. Her eyes go wide, and she looks at me with fear. I smile, slathering her pussy with her own juices, eliciting a similar reaction.
There is no paradise as sweet as her hand around my cock, growing more sure of herself with every stroke. The grove’s wanton chorus swells as she adds another hand, stroking with fervor. She runs her thumb over my tip, smearing my shaft with precum.
“That feels good, Petal.” My cock surges further from its sheath, shooting a glob of slick down her arm. I groan. “Do you like it?”
“Oh, yes,” she whimpers. “I want—can I?”
I chuckle. “Whatever you wish.”
The princess turns to face me. I watch curiously as she shimmies backward and tosses one arm over my barrel, gathering her dress in the other hand. With the barest shift of her thighs, my cock glides into the sodden space between them.
“Oh, my, oh, blooming fuck, oh, petals,” she babbles. “Pikr!”
Her inner thighs quiver over the ridge that splits my cock. I take hold of her dress as her body falls slack over my belly.
“That’s it, Loreleivnna,” I encourage. “Take what you need.”
My gaze darts between her face, slack with an impending climax, and the slippery spot where my cockhead appears and disappears between her thighs. Her lace undergarment wedges in the crevice of her right thigh, making her sex look plump and needy.
Holding her skirt out of the way, I grip her waist, guiding her to fuck me between her thighs even when her body gives out.
“So good, Princess. What a sweet petal you are, cumming all over my cock.”
Her cunt flutters, spilling sweet nectar over me. Precum flows steadily from my tip, my hole contracting with each surge.
“Oh, wow,” Princess Loreleivnna giggles after a few moments of silent climax. She flops her arms over my belly and lays her head upon them, smiling at me shyly. “That felt incredible.”
“I’m pleased you enjoyed it.” I tug her dress to pull her in for a kiss. “I hope you aren’t tired.”
“Why?”
“You owe me a frolic, Stranger.”