Chapter 56 Valen
VALEN
I can tell she’s worried. She’s biting her lush bottom lip and shifting on the bed uncomfortably. She needs to let me lick her pussy—it’s the only thing that will make her feel better, but I can sense her reluctance.
Now that I know she was raised to believe this particular act is “dirty,” her uncertainty makes more sense.
I need to take things slowly…to ease her into this.
So even though I want nothing more than to bury my face between her luscious thick thighs and eat her until she moans and cries and pulls my hair, I hold myself back.
“I know you’re not really comfortable with this, baby,” I murmur, pulling her down to lay beside me and leaning over her. “So let’s take things slowly. We need to get rid of the honey residue in your pussy, but if you don’t want to let me lick you, I could try using my fingers instead.”
Since she let me touch her there earlier, this shouldn’t be too scary. And sure enough, I see her visibly relax at my suggestion.
“Oh, do you think that will work?” she asks hopefully.
Honestly? No, I don’t. But I can tell we need to ease into this and using my fingers is a good way to start.
“We can try it,” I say. “If it helps, that’s all well and good. If not, we can try something else. All right?”
“All…all right,” she falters. “Just please, be careful. I’m so sore and achy right now.”
“I know you are, baby.” I lean down to give her a gentle kiss on the mouth. Then I whisper against her lips, “Remember, I promised never to hurt you.”
When I pull back, she’s flushed and nearly panting.
“I remember,” she says softly. “I trust you, Valen—I do.”
“Good girl,” I praise her. “Then part your legs for me and let me help you, baby.”
Nibbling her lower lip again, she does as I ask, spreading her thighs wide, which causes her emerald green nightgown to ride up, showing her sweet little pussy.
I suck in a breath at what I see—she’s already slick with moisture and her outer lips are opening on their own to show how needy she is. Poor little Princess—what she really needs is my tongue in her pussy. But since she’s shy, we’ll be starting with my fingers.
I suck the forefinger of my right hand into my mouth, making sure to coat it with saliva, since that’s what seems to draw out the magical honey residue and ease the pain and burning. Then I pull my finger from my mouth, slick and shining, ready for the task.
Irena watches with wide eyes, but doesn’t say anything. She does, however, spread her thighs a little wider—a silent invitation.
"That's it," I murmur, my voice already rough with want. "Just like that. Open for me, baby."
My first touch is feather-light—just the pads of my fingers tracing the swollen, puffy outer lips of her cunt.
She flinches, a soft gasp escaping her.
"Shhh, baby," I soothe. "Just getting you used to me." I press a little firmer, spreading her open, and slide one slick finger along her slit, from the bottom all the way up to her throbbing little clit.
A full-body shudder wracks her frame.
"Oh!" she gasps.
"See?" I murmur, circling her clit gently. "Just taking the hurt away."
I dip lower, sliding that single finger into her entrance. She's so tight, so hot, and so fucking wet—a mix of her own arousal and the magical honey’s residue. I work my finger in slowly, crooking it, feeling the tender, inflamed walls of her pussy clutch at me.
I can feel the difference in texture—the sticky-sweet magic clinging inside her. I draw my finger out, coated in a shimmering mix, and bring it to my mouth without breaking eye contact. I suck it clean, the taste of her and the honey exploding on my tongue.
"Mmm. Fucking delicious," I groan. I fucking love her flavor.
I repeat the process, sucking two fingers this time and pushing them deeper. I scissor them gently, stretching her soreness, seeking every last trace. Each time I withdraw, I suck my fingers clean, swallowing down the evidence of the magic and her growing need.
Irena’s pretty face is a mask of need now—her little white teeth biting her lower lip and her pupils wide with desire. Her hips begin to make tiny, involuntary circles, chasing the pleasure. Her breaths are shallow pants.
The pain is clearly fading, but a new kind of tension is coiling in her belly—I can see it in the flush on her chest, the desperate grip of her hands in the flower-petal comforter. And I can smell it in her scent—my curvy little Princess is getting hot and bothered—which is exactly how I want her.
But after the fourth or fifth time, when my fingers are buried deep in her pussy and she’s rocking against my hand, she lets out a broken sob.
"Valen… it's not… it's not helping enough. It still aches. Inside,” she moans.
I know what that means—she’s finally ready to open for my tongue. My cock—which has been hard since I started sucking her nipples—is now aching with desire. Gods, I can’t fucking wait to taste her!
I pull my fingers from her and lick them clean, savoring her flavor.
"Then we need to try something else, Princess," I say, my voice a low growl. "You've been so good for me. So brave. Now let me really help you."
I don't wait for permission—I move between her thighs, pushing her nightgown up to her waist. The sight of her laid bare—glistening, swollen, and utterly open for me—makes my cock throb.
"Fuck, just look at you, baby," I breathe. "So pretty. So pink and needy. Gods, I can’t wait to taste you."
I lower my head, but stop just an inch from her heat. My breath ghosts over her soaked inner pussy. She’s trembling.
I rub my hands over her inner thighs, trying to soothe her.
"This will help, Irena. I promise,” I murmur. “My tongue can get deeper—can make that ache go away." I look up the length of her body, meeting her wide, silver-green eyes. "But you have to let me. You have to open up for me, baby. Can you do that?"
She bites her lip, then gives a tiny nod.
“I…I think so.”
"Good girl," I praise her, and I don't hesitate any longer.
My first lick is a long, flat stroke from her entrance to her clit.
She jerks as though I shocked her, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat.
I take a moment to savor her flavor. The taste is divine—her unique feminine, salty-sweet taste, undercut by that fading floral note. I groan against her, the vibration making her moan.
"I've got you," I murmur, my lips brushing her sensitive flesh as I speak. "Just let me taste you. Let me clean my Princess all up."
I focus on her outer lips first—lapping gently…soothingly—letting her adjust to the deep intimacy of my mouth on her most secret places—what she calls her “forbidden area.” Then I circle her entrance, my tongue-tip—teasing gently.
"Open up, sweetheart," I coax. "Let my tongue in. I'll be gentle. So gentle."
With a shuddering sigh, her body obeys. The tight resistance eases and I’m able to push forward, and the tip of my tongue slips inside her.
As she surrenders to me, the sound she makes is half-sob, half-moan—fucking music to my ears because it speaks of her relief from the pain…and impending pleasure.
Using my Drake’s power—and letting him through enough that I can also use his tongue—I slide deeper, fucking her with it slowly, exploring the hot, velvety channel.
I feel his rumble of approval—and his pleasure in tasting the woman we both care for.
Not all Drake Shifters have enough control to do a partial Shift and let a part of their Drake come through while they retain their human form, but I’m glad that I worked at it—I’m definitely getting the pay off now.
I can taste the concentrated residue here, and I lick and suck lightly, drawing it out. I curl our tongue, pressing up against her inner walls, seeking the deepest sources of that magical ache.
“Oh, Valen…so deep!” she moans. Her hands fly to my hair, fingers tangling in the long strands—not pushing me away, but holding on as if she's drowning.
"Yes," I growl, my voice muffled against her pussy. "Just like that. baby. Hold on to me. Use me."
The slight sting as she pulls my hair only fuels my hunger. I taste her with more purpose now—my licks becoming longer, my sucks becoming stronger. I alternate between plunging my tongue inside her and swirling it around her clit— which is hard as a little pearl and throbbing against my lips.
"You taste so fucking good," I groan, coming up for air, my chin dripping with her juices. "So sweet and dirty just for me.”
“I…I am?” She’s panting, her hips moving in those tight, needy little circles.
“You are,” I tell her. “And you're taking my tongue so well. Such a good girl, opening this pretty pussy and letting me taste you."
I dive back in, burying my face between her thighs, my nose pressed against her clit as I spear her deeply with my Drake’s tongue, over and over. I’m fucking her—no, we are fucking her with it—and both of us fucking love it.
Her moans are continuous now, rising in pitch to form my name.
"Valen! Oh, Goddess, Valen, please!"
"Please what, baby?" I lift my head, panting. "Tell me."
"Don't stop! It's… it's helping. I just need more!"
A feral grin finds its way to my face.
"All right, baby—I’ll give you more,” I promise. “I know what you need."
I latch onto her clit, sucking it firmly into my mouth as I slide two fingers back inside her, crooking them to find that special spot deep within. I circle the aching little button with my tongue as I fingerfuck her little pussy—giving her exactly what she asked for.
The combination seems to push my curvy Princess over the edge.
“Oh! Oh!” she cries and arches off the bed, her thighs clamping closed around my head, her hands yanking my hair so hard my scalp burns.
I don't care—I fucking love it. Love the pain…the proof of her pleasure. Love the way she’s grinding her hungry little pussy against my mouth, looking for more.
I ride out her climax, my tongue flicking relentlessly, my fingers pumping, until her bucking hips subside and she collapses back onto the mattress, boneless and gasping.
“Ohhh…” she half moans/half whispers. “I…I didn’t know it could…could feel that way.”
“I tried to tell you, Princess.” I give her a wolfish grin as I lick my lips, capturing her juices. “Just think—you could have been riding my face all this time.”
“Valen!” She laughs weakly and makes a shooing gesture at me.
I grin unrepentantly and slowly withdraw, licking my lips and watching her chest heave. Her pussy is glistening, well-licked, and clean of any foreign magic.
I wipe my mouth on the coverlet, and smile at her.
Her eyes are glazed, her lips parted.
"All clean, baby," I tell her, my voice gravelly with satisfaction. "No more ache."
She just stares up at me, breathless and boneless and in her dazed expression, I see no shame—only wonder.
And a hunger that now mirrors my own.