Chapter 37 #4
My eyes found Cyra’s again. Are you enjoying this? I asked into her mind. I needed to know she wasn’t upset, or I’d stop this right now.
I think I understand what you felt, she said softly. It’s erotic to watch, while at the same time…
She searched for the right words as my body strained against the pressure in my groin.
Keep touching yourself, I urged her.
Cyra pushed a second finger between her perfect pink folds and undulated her hips as she rode her hand. I saw the slickness coating her fingers as she moved them in and out of herself, and I wanted to taste it.
I groaned involuntarily as the courtesan’s tongue swirled around my head, and I registered the spike of jealousy in Cyra’s mind a second later.
Helaina must have sensed it too because she immediately pulled her mouth off me with a soft pop and stood up.
“My lady, it’s time for you to take over,” she said. She pulled Cyra up from the chair and helped her straddle my lap.
A surge of elation washed through me as Cyra lined herself up with my cock and eased down so her sweet warmth closed around me. It was like being admitted to the highest of the three heavens.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered as she settled on top of me.
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” I said as I wrapped my arms around her. “Now ride me before I fucking die.”
She let out a small laugh and began to move her hips, pushing up and down, then grinding herself into me. I lowered my head and sucked her breast into my mouth, which made her gasp and rock faster.
This is what I wanted. Helaina’s mouth had felt good, but nothing compared to the way Cyra felt when our bodies connected.
It had been that way since the beginning.
She’d been an itch I could never fully scratch, a thirst I could never quench, a hunger that was never satiated.
With other women, I felt the pleasure of sex in my cock, but with Cyra, my entire body came alive.
Maybe I’d only tricked myself into thinking the crescent moon marks she and I shared meant something, that they tied us together in a way I could never be tied to another, but it was a delusion I’d happily maintain.
I pulled Cyra against me as the urgency of her movements intensified. One of my arms crossed her back and gripped her opposite shoulder while my other hand cupped her ass to help her ride me. We were both covered in a sheen of sweat, and I willed my body to hold off a little while longer.
“I need you to come first,” I told her, even as my balls tightened.
“I’m almost there!” she gasped as she thrust herself onto me. “I’m-”
Cyra cried out as she climaxed, and her muscles clamped around me, sending me over the edge as well. I thrust my hips up as I released deep inside her, my seed pumping into her with each pulse of my cock.
Like Cyra, I wasn’t ready for children yet, especially not with war on the horizon, but there was something about the idea of planting my seed within her and that distant possibility of getting her pregnant that drove me mad.
Someday she’d have my child growing inside her, and the thought brought on another aftershock of pleasure.
I grunted as my cock pumped a couple final spurts of my hot seed into her, and I savored the idea that even now I might have claimed her body in that way, that if the contraception we both took somehow failed, her belly would swell with the life I’d planted inside her.
The notion was both thrilling and terrifying.
Cyra clung to me as we sat panting wildly. I surveyed the room quickly, half expecting Helaina to have quietly slipped out, but she stood near the door, eyes down, as she waited to see if she was still needed. I wondered if she’d watched us furtively, and the thought made my groin ache again.
I was more voyeur than exhibitionist, but a part of me was exhilarated to think she’d watched me fuck Cyra. I’d even found it exciting the day Axenus had caught us in the great room, although I wished he’d seen something a little less violent.
I stood up from the couch, taking Cyra with me. She wrapped her legs around me instinctively as I walked her to the bed. She uncurled from around me as I laid her on the mattress and turned to the courtesan.
“Helaina.”
“Yes, my lord?” The woman came alive, as if she were a marionette and someone had just yanked her strings.
“I need a few minutes to recover, but I want you to bring Lady Cyra to climax again. Can you do that?”
“Of course, my lord,” the courtesan said as she hurried to the bed.
“Bressen, what-” Cyra started to ask, but I held up a hand to stop her.
“It’s my turn to watch, my love,” I told her with a grin.
Cyra’s attention jumped back to Helaina as the courtesan put her hands gently on Cyra’s knees and pushed her legs open. Helaina waited for me to bring the chair over to the bed and sit down before she lowered her head between Cyra’s thighs.
Then I sat back and let out a sigh of contentment as the beautiful sound of my wife’s pleasure filled the room.
Tandem Read: Go to Clash of Stone and Steel (Bk 3), Chapters 48-49