Chapter Thirty-One
Loreleivnna
“Take off your undergarment,” Pikr commands.
I swivel on his back and do as requested, shimmying out of the thin lace garment and then settling back onto his withers. He holds out a hand, and I pass them over, my aching sex leaking on his pelt as he brings it to his nose and inhales.
“Your scent is divine, all wet and needy for me.” The praise drips from his tongue like honey, and I roll my hips, smearing his pelt with more slick. “Feel your nipples over your dress. Are they hard?”
I obey, my eyes rolling back at the touch. “Yes.”
Pikr whinnies. He ducks under a low-hanging branch, holding it for me while we pass.
“You like that, don’t you? I can feel your cunt making a little mess.”
“S-sorry,” I whimper, squeezing my thighs against another flood of liquid heat.
“Don’t misunderstand me, Blossom.” His tone is dark and promising, and more slick pools between us. “The only thing keeping me from dripping all over the forest floor is experience. Touch yourself, then give me your fingers.”
I groan at the thought of him dripping for me, recalling how slick he was on Voyeur’s Perch and how easily his cock slipped between my thighs. Reaching between them now, I gather my slick with two fingers, dipping inside myself shallowly.
A joyous shriek rings out somewhere nearby, followed by a growl, and a jolt of liquid surges onto my fingers. I imagine the random frolickers finding Pikr’s trail of precum in the dirt and following to find us.
Pikr rumbles a groan, and I pull my fingers away, letting them nudge against my bud. The small touch makes my hips buck and lightning zip up my spine.
My hand trembles as I present it to Pikr. His lips close around my fingers, his tongue separating them to lick in between.
“Divine.” He grasps my wrist and tugs until I fall forward. Skillfully, he shifts me from his back and bundles me into his arms. I rest one hand on his cheek, and he leans into it, gazing down upon me like I’m a blessing from the Fallen Stars. “You are divine.”
I smile against a swell of emotion that threatens to make my eyes leak again. He dips his head, the scent of smoldering amber filling my lungs right before he kisses me, hard.
My mind goes blank but for the love between us. I claw at him, wanting him closer than what is possible right now.
He rests his forehead against mine, our chests heaving. “I fear you were right, conniving stranger.”
“About what, barbaric centaur?” I clutch him as he wanders us deeper into the grove.
“I’m too old for this game. I cannot bear it much longer.” He secures me against his chest with one arm, his other hand tracing up my calf, my thigh, under my dress, eliciting a sharp hiss when he pets my bare pussy. “I must be inside you.”
“Yes,” I plead. “Please. Now.” I look around, but all I see are chunky Aevumoon Iris trunks. “How?”
Somewhere in the distance, I hear a screech and a moan, followed by lewd smacking sounds. My gaze jerks to Pikr’s, my thighs squeezing around his hand like my body is trying to suck him up into me.
Pikr laughs, and I can’t help but join in.
The whole situation is rather silly. I’ve wanted to be one of the lucky ones enjoying the warmth of another during the frolic, without ever knowing what it actually entailed.
There’s a thrill knowing someone nearby, just out of sight, is getting railed by their chosen lover for the night.
Amusement eases the tightness in my chest. I refocus on Pikr, who watches my face intently as he swipes his finger through my folds again. I bite my lip around a moan.
“I have an idea.” He scowls. “But once again, you’ve neglected to wear shoes.”
“Psh,” I dismiss the notion. My eyelids flutter as he presses deeper, parting my labia enough to caress the slickness hidden inside. “Anything you can do, I can do faster without shoes.”
Pikr dips one thick finger inside my grasping pussy, and I cry out, clenching around him.
“Fine.” He retreats, leaving me bereft and whimpering. “Then run, and don’t stop until you find a spot you’d like to be fucked or I catch you.”