Chapter 39 Valen
VALEN
She comes when I finger her and comes again while I’m biting her. Fuck but I love making her come! Despite the excellent blow job she gave me and the way she drained me earlier, I can feel myself getting hard all over again.
The thing I love about this is that, though she tries to be prim and proper, Irena is actually a hot-blooded woman. She doesn’t want to admit it to herself, and it’s probably frowned on in her Court, but it’s true. No woman who doesn’t have a strong sex drive could be a Bite Lover.
My Drake roars in agreement—he’s enjoying this thoroughly even though he’s locked away inside me. I open the channel as much as I can, giving him a taste of her pleasure. He wants the curvy little Princess as much as I do—though I know neither of us will ever get to claim her.
Still, her blood is delicious and making her come makes both of us hard—though in my Drake’s case, it’s more a mental state than a physical one.
When I finish, I lick the wounds my fangs made to heal them.
Irena is panting. Her breasts are still bare and she’s lying on the stone floor of the cave looking dazed.
Well, coming two or three times in a row will do that to a woman, I can’t help thinking with some satisfaction.
I enjoy pleasing a lover and the stunned look on her face and the way she gave herself to me makes me hot.
I lay back beside her and pull out my cock.
“What…what are you doing?” Her big green eyes widen in fear, but I shake my head.
“Making you come made me hard again. Need to take care of myself so I can sleep. Don’t worry, Princess—your virtue is safe…for now.”
She shivers and starts to pull her gown up to cover her breasts, but I put out a hand to stop her.
“No—let me look at you. I want to see those gorgeous tits while I stroke myself.”
She sucks in a breath and I’m sure she’s about to be offended…but then she pulls her dress back down again instead.
“You really like them?” she asks in a small voice.
“Fuck, yes I like them, baby!” My breath is getting shorter as I stroke myself from root to tip. “I like all of you—so curvy and soft.”
I’m almost panting now. Watching her and talking to her while I do this is making me even hotter. I wish I could fuck her—any other male probably would try it, whether she wanted it or not. But, as I said before, I don’t force myself on women. That’s fucking low.
“Are…are you going to come again?” she murmurs, and I can see that she’s getting hot again too. “Are you going to spurt your cream all over?”
“Unless you want to swallow it again,” I growl, giving her a half-lidded look. “Is that what you want, Princess? Was sucking me once not enough for you?”
Her eyes go wide and her cheeks get pink. I can tell I’ve hit on something.
“Did you like swallowing my cum last time?” I ask, my voice coming out hoarse and rough. “Do you want to do it again?”
Biting her lower lip, she nods. I can see the shame in her face, but I can tell she wants this—so much that the shame can’t hold her back.
“Go ahead, then,” I tell her. “But hurry—I’m fucking close.”
Without a word, she leans over and takes me in her mouth. The warm, wet heat makes me groan and I stop pumping and let her take over instead. Her soft little hand caresses me while she takes as much of my shaft as she can down her throat. Gods!
I brush her long hair away from her face so I can watch her suck me. I can feel the tightness in my balls and I know I’m about to shoot, but I do my best to hold off. I want this to last.
When she sucked me before, I felt guilty—I knew she wasn’t doing it because she wanted to but because the witch was forcing her. This time, it’s pure pleasure.
I watch as she works me, sucking and stroking, and suddenly I can’t hold back any longer.
“Gonna come, sweetheart,” I growl hoarsely. “Fuck, your soft little mouth feels so good on me. If you don’t want to swallow, pull off now.”
She doesn’t pull off. She leans in, taking me deeper—daring me to shoot down her throat.
I feel my cock jerk in her mouth and then I’m coming and she’s swallowing—spurt after spurt, drinking me down like she can’t get enough.
I don’t have as much to give as last time, but I do my best to fill her belly. She swallows until the last drop and then sucks the head as if she wants to be sure she got it all.
“Careful, Princess,” I groan, pulling away from her eager mouth. “Too fucking sensitive now.”
She nods and sits up. Wiping her chin, she pulls up the front of her dress and starts to scoot away from me.
I fasten my trousers and reach for her.
“Hey—where do you think you’re going?”
Her eyes dart to mine and I see she’s ashamed of herself—of what she did.
“Just…going to get comfortable and get some sleep,” she says, looking down.
“First of all, there’s no place that’s comfortable in this whole damn cave,” I growl. “Second, you haven’t eaten yet. And third, the only place you’re sleeping is in my arms.”
Her eyes widen.
“I shouldn’t—”
“Don’t start that again,” I say sternly. “It’s cold tonight and I don’t want you getting too close to the fire again. Have to keep you healthy and well so we can finish this quest and I can be free, all right?”
After a moment, she nods.
“All right.”
“Good. Then come get some bread and sausage. It’s probably cold by now, but we can heat it up.”
I take her hand and draw her closer to the fire. We sit side by side and eat the last of the bread and sausage and share the wine bottle filled with water. We talk too—she tells me a little of her life as a Princess and I tell her about being a Drake.
“It must be wonderful to fly away, any time you want to,” she says wistfully.
“We live free in my country,” I tell her. “Every man has his own place. We don’t live in palaces or castles, but we enjoy our lives.”
“Living in a castle isn’t nearly as nice as you might think,” she murmurs. “There’s always someone watching you for one thing—watching and judging.”
It’s surprising to me to hear what her life is really like.
I imagined that she was spoiled and catered to—but reading between the lines, it sounds more like she’s picked on or ignored by the other women of her Court.
All because she’s curvy, which is fucking ridiculous.
All Drake Shifters love curvy women but it sounds like Irena’s people can’t stand them.
I have to admit, it gives me sympathy for her—which is something I never thought I’d have for any of her people. Not after the way her bastard of a brother trapped me and kept me chained up for his own amusement. Not after the way our people have been enemies for years.
After we wash up—using a little of the water from the bottle—we settle down to sleep. Irena looks uncertain until I beckon for her.
“Come here, sweetheart—time for bed.”
She comes to me without protesting this time and snuggles against me like a soft little kitten. I can’t help it—I feel that protective, possessive feeling coming over me again. I pull her closer and she nuzzles me, her head tucked under my chin and her face pressed to my chest.
The dirt and stone floor of the cave isn’t comfortable, but the soft, curvy little princess pressed against me makes up for it. I put my arms around her and together we drift off to sleep.