Chapter 11 Elowen
ELOWEN
I’ve never felt anything like this before—not even when I dared to touch myself when I had my own little room.
It feels so different when Theron touches me than when I touch myself.
Also, he seems to know exactly how to bring me pleasure.
I never would have guessed the big, rough Drake blacksmith would know how to make me come so hard, but he seems to be some kind of expert at it.
I moan shamelessly as I ride his fingers—I can’t help it! Everything he does makes me hotter and hotter until I feel like I’m exploding from the inside out. The pleasure pours over me and through me like a river until I feel like I’m drowning.
“Oh!” I gasp at last, panting as I collapse with my forehead on his shoulder. “Oh, no more—I can’t…can’t stand it.”
Slowly, Theron withdraws his thick fingers.
I blush with shame when I see how wet they are—glistening with my secret juices. But Theron doesn’t seem to have a problem—quite the opposite, in fact. He slips his long fingers into his mouth, sucking them, his eyes going half-lidded as he does.
I stare at him, wide-eyed. Goddess—does he really like that?
Apparently so because he sucks his fingers clean and then looks at me.
“Gods, sweetheart, you really came nice and hard for me.”
His deep voice is hoarse and his tarnished silver eyes are glowing faintly and lazy with lust.
“I…I couldn’t help it.” Suddenly I become aware of myself—of the way I’m spread out on his lap with my thighs open to show my pussy and my bare breasts right in his face.
I feel a blush creep over my cheeks. How could I be so shameless? So wanton?
So impure, whispers a little voice in my head that sounds suspiciously like Sister Agatha.
“Excuse me.” I start to get off his lap, but Theron stops me by putting his hands around my waist.
“Wait, baby,” he murmurs. “Did you get enough? Did we break the curse?”
“I…I think so.” I can feel my cheeks getting even hotter. Goddess, I barely know this male and I let him touch me and fuck me with his fingers while he sucked my nipples—which are dark red and throbbing from his attentions now. What’s wrong with me?
Theron seems to know what I’m thinking somehow—maybe my shame shows on my face.
“Hey,” he murmurs, cupping my hot cheek and turning my eyes towards his. “It wasn’t you—it was the curse. All right?”
“All right,” I whisper, looking down again. “Um…thank you for helping me.”
“It’s all right, little one. I’m glad I could help.”
He pushes me gently from his lap and I quickly cover myself, wrapping my white robe—which is slightly soiled now—tightly around myself.
“I…I’d better get back to the temple,” I mumble, my eyes on the floor. I’m still so embarrassed I can’t bear to meet his eyes. Now that the curse is broken and the insatiable lust is gone, I can’t help thinking how wanton and dirty I’ve been.
I wonder if the Goddess saw me.
Theron stands up and takes me by the elbow. He leads me to the door, and I can feel the heat of his big hand through my robes. I can’t help remembering how good his hands felt on my breasts…how good his fingers felt inside me.
The memory only makes me blush harder. But there’s one thing at least—we broke the curse without paying the consequences. I wonder if any of the other girls in the dorm managed to do that.
I rather doubt it. Most males, when a woman begs to get fucked, will just go ahead and fuck her. I don’t know why Theron is different but I’m more grateful than I can say that he is.
As he opens the door for me, I turn back for a moment and force myself to look up into his eyes. The tarnished silver looks dark and stormy and he’s frowning slightly.
“Thank you,” I manage to get out. “Thank you for not…for not getting me pregnant or changing the color of my eyes.”
“You’re welcome, little one.” He cups my cheek again and leans down to give me a soft kiss on the mouth.
I give a little gasp of surprise and put my fingers up to touch my lips, which are tingling from his touch.
It’s my first kiss and despite everything else I did with the big Drake Shifter, it feels different somehow…special in a way I can’t explain.
“All right now—you’d better get going,” he murmurs, brushing my cheek with his knuckles. “Let me know if you ever need me again.”
My eyes fly up to meet his and I feel my whole body clenching inside.
“Th-thank you,” I stammer. I’m repeating myself but I don’t know what else to say. “For…for everything.”
Then I turn and hurry away because I don’t know what else to do and I’m afraid if I stay any longer, I’ll want him to touch me again. What we did together was wrong…so why did it feel so good?
I have no answer to that question—only the certainty that being near the big Drake Shifter is dangerous to my purity.
I’m determined never to see him again.