Chapter 55 Irena
IRENA
I can’t believe this is happening—can’t believe that the honey the magic flowers left on me is causing this strange reaction.
All through dinner, my nipples and pussy have felt progressively more swollen and sensitive.
I was able to forget about my physical discomfort for a little while, when I was meeting Valen’s Drake, but now the sensations are back in full force and I swear, it’s getting to be almost more than I can bear.
But I can’t ask Valen to “help” me with this problem—not when helping means licking—especially down there.
We don’t talk about sex much in my kingdom—it’s considered a private matter, between a man and his wife.
But I do know that a man isn’t supposed to put his mouth anywhere near a woman’s forbidden places.
I’ve overheard some men of the Court saying that the Head Healer told them it’s not just bad for a man’s health—it’s morally wrong and repugnant.
Women are considered unclean in their forbidden areas, so why would any man want to put his mouth there?
Yet, Valen has told me several times he wants to do that—wants to taste me. And the Sorceress seems to have no problem with it either—she seems to take the oral pleasure she receives from her three husbands as her due. Could I ever learn to feel that way?
I just don’t know, but I’m certainly not feeling that way tonight.
I feel anxious and upset, but at the same time my body is letting me know that something has to be done soon.
I’m becoming so sensitive that I can barely stand the brush of the soft lace from my gown against my tight points.
And just the act of walking, with my thighs rubbing together, is sending spikes of intensely uncomfortable sensations through my nether regions.
But despite these sensations, I’m also feeling incredibly needy. My mind keeps going back to the way Valen made me come in the bath…how good it felt to have his hands on me. But letting him put his hands on me is a lot different from letting him put his tongue on—or in—me.
What am I going to do?
I have no answers but as we ascend the spiral staircase that leads to our room, the tingling and pleasure-pain I’m feeling in my nipples and pussy is coming to a head. I feel like I’m going to go crazy if I don’t get this damn dress off!
The minute we get in the room, I’m ripping it off. As soon as the lace is no longer rubbing my oversensitive nipples, I heave a sigh of relief. But it’s short lived.
Looking down at myself, I see how swollen and red by peaks have become. I want to swear, even though it’s unladylike. What am I supposed to do now?
I look up and see Valen leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his broad chest, watching me.
He’s not smirking or laughing—his face is completely neutral but it still makes me mad.
I grab for a discarded towel to cover myself and then hiss with pain as the soft material rubs against my tender peaks. I pull it away and glare at him.
“What are you looking at?” I demand.
“You, Princess. Just wondering when you’re going to get desperate enough to let me help you,” he says mildly.
“I’m not desperate,” I say hotly—but we both know it’s a lie. I am getting desperate…only I don’t want to admit it.
“Sure you’re not.” He arches an eyebrow at me skeptically. “I don’t have to see how swollen your nipples are to know you’re in trouble, sweetheart. I can smell the need on you. Sooner or later you’re going to have to give in. I’ll just be here, waiting.”
And he goes to lay on the bed. Crossing his legs at the ankles and putting his arms behind his head, he closes his eyes, looking completely relaxed.
I want to take a pillow and smother him! How can he just lay there looking so smug and happy when I’m dying over here?
I think about storming out of the room…but where am I going to go?
To distract myself from this growing dilemma, I dive into the magical wardrobe again, looking for something to wear to bed. It seems to know what I need, because when I open the doors this time, I’m greeted with a variety of nightgowns and peignoirs.
I start looking through them and soon find they have the same problem as the dresses the wardrobe offered me previously—all of them are in some way indecent. Most of them are too tiny to even be considered adequate coverage as underclothes—let alone good, warm nightwear.
I look in vain for a long-sleeved, high-necked cotton or linen nightgown like the kind I’ve worn all my life. There are no plain garments here. Everything seems to be made of silk, satin, or lace—or all three.
I pull out a gown that’s longer than the rest and seems promising…
only to find that the pale green fabric it’s made of is completely see-through.
I choose a shorter gown which seems to be made of satin…
and see that the top of it is just two empty triangles made of ribbons—which would leave my breasts completely bare.
A third gown has lace panels over the breasts and lower area, which show everything.
At last I settle on a dark green gown that falls to my mid-thigh. Regrettably, it has two vertical slits in the bodice, which will show my nipples if I’m not careful, but at least it doesn’t have any itchy lace anywhere and the bottom part doesn’t show my pussy.
As a bonus, there are actually a pair of panties to match the gown. But they also have a vertical slit in them. I bite back another unladylike curse when I slip them on and see this irritating detail. But then I decide they’re better than nothing—which is what I’d have if I take them off again.
By the time I finally choose a gown and get dressed for bed, my body is tingling all over. My nipples are aching and stinging so sharply that I have to—reluctantly—feel glad for the slits in my green satin nightgown, because at least they keep the gown from rubbing against me.
The pain is reaching a peak inside me, but I still don’t want to admit it. Trying to appear calm, I stroll over to the bed with its flower-petal quilt and sit on the side across from Valen.
He’s still lying there with his eyes closed, apparently taking a nap. I want to slap him…then I want to cry. I’m so uncomfortable right now! But I don’t want to show it—I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of saying “I told you so.”
So instead of saying anything, I lay down and roll on my side, facing away from him. But this causes my breasts to come out of the slits in my gown and one of my nipples brushes against the coverlet.
The instant sensation of pain is too much to bear. I shoot up to a sitting position with a gasp and tears spring to my eyes. Flower petals—the coverlet is made of flower petals—some of the softest things you can find and still it hurts when they touch me!
I look over at Valen, hoping that he’s still asleep and find—to my consternation—that he’s looking at me. Clearly he’s awake now—or maybe he was never asleep to begin with.
“Hey, Princess,” he rumbles, raising an eyebrow at me. “Are you ready to let me help you yet?”
“Yes…no…I don’t know!” I burst out, feeling confused and conflicted all over the place.
Valen turns on his side to face me, propping his head on one hand.
“It shouldn’t be this hard,” he says, frowning. “You let me suck your nipples last night and you enjoyed it. So it must be that you don’t want me licking your pussy—is that it?”
I can feel how hot my cheeks are getting—my hair is probably in danger of catching fire.
“I…I can’t let you do that. I don’t even know why you’d want to,” I protest.
“To give you pleasure…to taste your juices right from the source…and to hear those soft, helpless little sounds you make when you come.” He gives me a smile, his eyes lazy with lust. “The real question is, why wouldn’t I want to taste you, sweetheart? There’s literally no downside.”
“It’s embarrassing,” I protest. “And…and dirty.”
“Dirty?” He frowns at me. “How could it be dirty? You just had a bath a few hours ago. I washed you myself.”
“Which is the reason I’m in this mess in the first place,” I mutter.
“Look, let’s start slowly,” he suggests. “Let me help you with your nipples first—let me try and ease the ache. Then we can talk about how to deal with your soft little pussy—all right?”
I nibble my lower lip indecisively…but the painful ache I feel in my swollen peaks is getting to be too much.
“All right,” I say at last, in a small voice. “How…how do you want to do it?”
I expect him to put me on my back and do what he wants, but he surprises me.
“Come over here and lean over me—feed me those gorgeous tits, Princess,” he growls softly. “Let me suck your sweet nipples and make you feel better.”
Biting my lip again, I do as he says. Crawling on my hands and knees, I come to the head of the bed and bend over him. This causes my breasts to come out again, right through the slits in my nightgown. My nipples are red and achy.
Valen looks at them and I see something like compassion in his eyes.
“Poor little Princess—that looks painful,” he murmurs.
“It is,” I admit in a low voice. “Please…be careful.”
“Of course I will.” His deep voice is unexpectedly gentle. “I would never hurt you, baby. Please trust me.”
I have to admit, his little nicknames for me used to annoy me…but tonight I find them comforting.
“All right,” I say. “I’ll try.”
“Good girl. Then come here…let me make you feel better.”
I lower myself further, until the swollen, aching peak of my right breast is just inches from his mouth. His breath is warm against the sensitive skin, a teasing promise of relief. He doesn't grab me or pull me down. He waits, his dark eyes holding mine, letting me make the final move.
With a shaky sigh, I close the distance, guiding my nipple to his lips.
His first touch is not a suck, but a soft, careful kiss placed directly on the inflamed tip. A gasp catches in my throat. Then the flat of his tongue swipes over the peak—a broad, gentle stroke that soothes the burning flesh.
The relief is instantaneous, a soothing balm on a fever. He repeats the motion, licking slowly, as though savoring the experience.
"See?" he murmurs against my skin, his voice a low vibration that travels straight to the place between my legs. "Just cleaning you up, Princess. Just taking the hurt away."
He's right—the sharp, throbbing ache begins to recede, replaced by a different kind of sensitivity—a deep, tingling awareness centered entirely on where his mouth meets my body.
His tongue circles the areola, tracing the puffy, tender flesh before returning to lave the nipple itself.
He's methodical…thorough…his movements slow and hypnotic.
My eyes drift shut. The tension in my shoulders, which I hadn't even fully acknowledged, begins to melt away. A soft, involuntary moan escapes me.
"That's it," he encourages, his lips brushing my skin as he speaks. "Let it go. Let me have it all, sweetheart.”
Emboldened by the diminishing pain and the growing warmth pooling low in my belly, I press my breast more firmly into his mouth.
Valen takes the invitation, his lips closing around me in a soft, warm seal. The suction is gentle at first—a faint, steady pull that draws the lingering residue of magic and discomfort from the very heart of the tissue. It feels like he's drawing out the poison that made me so uncomfortable.
But as the pain truly fades, something else awakens.
The gentle pull isn't enough. The heat between my legs, momentarily forgotten, returns with a vengeance. It’s making me feel hot and wet and slippery, which only makes the ache I feel there worse.
I don’t want him to stop, though. I shift a little, trying to ease the ache between my thighs.
Valen seems to sense my heightened desire—or maybe he can just smell the change in my scent.
The compassionate healer in his eyes gives way to something darker…
hungrier. The suction deepens…the soft pulls become firm, rhythmic draws that make my back arch, pushing more of my breast into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth.
His tongue, which had been soothing, now flicks and presses against the underside of my nipple with deliberate, stimulating pressure.
"Ohhh…" I moan, helpless to stop myself. The sound is a breathy confession.
"Feeling better?" he murmurs, his voice thick, before returning his mouth to me without waiting for an answer.
I can only nod, my fingers tangling in the coverlet near his head.
He’s not just sucking the nipple now. He’s taking it…
claiming it. His lips stretch wider, and he draws as much of my breast into his mouth as he can.
I can feel the hard, the relentless suction…
the wet, hot slide of his tongue against my aching peak.
The sensation is overwhelming—a direct line of pure, electric pleasure that arcs from my breast to my clit and back again.
I moan again as he switches to the other side, giving the left nipple the same devastating treatment—first the gentle, healing licks, then the deep, hungry sucks. By the time his mouth closes over this peak, the pain is a distant memory—utterly incinerated by the inferno of need building inside me.
He sucks hard—greedily—his hand coming up to cradle the weight of my other breast, his thumb stroking the wet, well-tended nipple he just abandoned.
“Oh, Goddess, Valen!” I gasp. I'm panting now, rocking slightly on my knees, my nightgown tangled around my waist. The slits in the fabric gape open, and I know he can see everything—my flushed chest…
my heaving breasts…the desperate, needy expression on my face.
He drinks me in with his eyes as he sucks, his gaze half-lidded with possessive lust.
He lets my left nipple slip from his lips, both peaks now glistening and reddened—not from pain but from his attention. My breasts feel heavy— exquisitely sensitive and throbbing with a demand that echoes the empty ache between my thighs.
Valen looks up at me, his breathing slightly ragged.
“Better, sweetheart?” he growls.
"The ache is gone," I whisper, stating the obvious, my voice trembling.
A slow, wicked smile touches his mouth.
"Good," he rumbles. "But we're just getting started. Now it’s time to deal with your soft little pussy."