Chapter 40 Elowen
ELOWEN
Theron has me lying on a bed of soft moss beneath the ancient Grandfather Tree, its massive trunk sheltering us from the dappled forest light.
My robe lies spread open beneath me like a white altar cloth, baring my naked body to the cool woodland air and his heated gaze.
It makes me feel like some kind of sacrifice, but in a good way, if that makes sense.
Leaves rustle overhead, birdsong trills sweetly, the scent of pine and wildflowers drift around us. I’m nervous—Goddess, so nervous—but the witch’s curse burns hot between my thighs, making my pussy swell and ache with shameful need. I’ve never been tasted before…never let anyone come this close.
Theron kneels between my legs, horns curving elegantly, his tattoos shimmering like liquid obsidian across his bare chest and arms. His silver eyes drink me in—my full breasts and nipples like tight peaks…the fiery red curls guarding my most secret place.
“You’re fucking exquisite,” he murmurs, his deep voice a velvet rumble. “Let me worship you, little priestess.”
He lowers himself slowly, caging me gently with his arms, and claims my mouth first. His lips are firm yet tender, tongue sweeping in to dance with mine—slow, deep kisses that steal my breath, tasting of hot cinnamon.
I moan into him, fingers threading his dark hair, body arching to meet his as the heat blooms between my thighs.
I’m so glad he’s kissing me first—I was afraid he would just dive in between my legs.
As much as the curse is riding me, I still need some warmup for this, since I’ve never done it before.
“Beautiful,” he whispers against my lips, trailing kisses down my jaw…my throat…my chest.
His mouth finds my breast, hot breath teasing my nipple before his lips close around it. He suckles gently at first, his hot tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, drawing a gasp from me.
“Such perfect tits… so responsive,” he rumbles. “Good girl—just let me suck them.:”
“Oh, Theron…” I moan, my back arching as he lavishes attention on both of them—licking, sucking, nipping lightly until sparks dance through me. He switches from one nipple to the other, his big hands cupping my breasts, thumbs circling the wet peaks.
Pleasure pools warm in my belly, my pussy clenching with need.
He kisses lower, lips brushing my ribs, my quivering stomach. When his tongue dips into my belly button, swirling playfully, I giggle—breathless and surprised.
“Theron!” I gasp.
He looks up at me, a little smile curving the corner of his mouth and his silver eyes half-lidded with lust.
“Ticklish, baby?”
“Maybe a little,” I admit.
“Then I’ll move on.”
His kisses continue downward, feather-light over my hips, thumbs stroking my inner thighs until his mouth is hovering over my mound, his hot breath ghosting my curls.
I tense, legs squeezing tight instinctively, feeling nervous, exposed. No one’s seen me this close…and certainly no one has ever tasted me there.
Theron looks up, his eyes filled with hunger and desire.
“Trust me like you did last night, baby. Open for me.”
Reminding me that I trusted him before helps me to trust him again. He’s never hurt me—never taken more than I’m willing to give. I do trust him, I realize—I trust him utterly.
Slowly, thighs trembling, I part for him—my pussy bared and glistening, my clit peeking swollen and needy from between my lips.
“Good girl,” Theron breathes. “Such a good girl to open for me and let me taste your sweet little pussy.”
Again I expect him to dive in but again he surprises me. He starts slow, kissing all around—soft presses to my mound, nuzzling my red curls and inhaling deeply.
“Fuck… you smell like heaven, baby,” he rumbles.
His lips brush my outer folds, tender kisses tracing the plump lips, nose rubbing my mound.
“So beautiful… this perfect little pussy… all pink and wet for me.”
His praise washes over me like sunlight, my heart pounding and my skin flushing hot with embarrassed pleasure. I feel cherished, desired—my nervousness melting into liquid need.
He kisses my inner thighs, his tongue flicking my sensitive skin and inching closer and closer to my center.
My pussy responds—lips parting naturally, swelling hotter and I get wetter and wetter, my juices bathing my inner thighs.
Goddess, he’s driving me wild—every breath…
every touch building unbearable tension.
He licks up the honey on my inner thighs but still manages never to touch my pussy—or the aching bud of my clit. I don’t think I can stand much more, and I make a little moaning sound and buck my hips, silently asking him for what I really need.
At last, Theron looks up, chin glistening faintly and eyes blazing.
“Are you ready, baby?” he asks. “Ready to let me taste this hot little pussy?”
My stomach flutters like a thousand butterflies just took flight and I find myself nodding eagerly.
“Yes…yes, please,” I beg.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice thick with need. “Then just open up for me and let me in.”
I let him part my thighs even wider, my knees falling open to brush the cool moss beneath me and finally…finally he tastes me.
He still takes it slowly, his tongue gliding flat from the entrance of my pussy to clit in one languid stroke.
Pleasure sparks explode through me—warm, shimmering waves radiating outward as he does it again…and again…and again.
“Oh… oh Goddess…” I gasp, my hips bucking of their own accord. “Oh Theron, please!”
He hums approval at my reaction, the vibrations tingling through me as he explores—lapping my outer lips, then dipping to my entrance for more of my nectar before circling my clit with feather-light swirls.
Sensual and unhurried, he savors me like some kind of sacred wine—his tongue painting every inch of me, lips sucking gently as his nose nuzzles my curls.
“Mmm, baby—you have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted,” he rumbles. “Such a good girl to let me taste you.”
I can’t help moaning as sparks dance through my entire body.
Somehow my fingers find his horns—smooth, and warm, and curved perfectly for gripping.
I grab, instinctively, tugging hard as I grind shamelessly against his face.
But then freeze—am I pulling too hard? I don’t know how sensitive they are. Maybe he won’t like me tugging on them.
Theron pauses and looks up, his eyes lazy with lust and his lips shiny with my juices.
“Why did you stop, baby? I fucking love it when you grab my horns.”
“You…you do?” I pant, still breathless from the pleasure.
He nods, grinning wickedly.
“Fuck, yes! Use them to guide me—put me where you want me—where you need me.”
Emboldened, I grip tighter, pulling him to my aching clit.
Theron rumbles approval and teases it lovingly—flicking, circling, then sucking the throbbing little pearl between my lips.
“Oh Goddess, Theron! Yes… right there…don’t stop!” I pant, my hips rolling. “Oh please, I’m getting close!”
Dipping lower, his tongue slides inside me—warm…probing…thrusting gently.
I moan his name, my inner walls fluttering around the intimate invasion.
He groans too, savoring, then returns to my clit for more slow, teasing, relentless worship. Oh Goddess, he’s driving me out of my mind!
But just as I’m getting really close, he looks up again, his chin dripping with my juices and his silver eyes blazing.
“My Drake wants to taste you too,” he growls. “Can he?”
I freeze, my pulse racing. I love the Drake, but his dragon form is massive—terrifying.
“He…he does?” I ask, my voice coming out sounding high and uncertain.
“Just with his tongue,” Theron assures quickly. “I won’t Shift completely, I swear it.”
“Oh—I didn’t know you could do that,” I say.
He nods.
“Sure—it’s called a partial Shift. When it’s mostly me and only part of him comes out. In this case, his tongue.”
“Well…all right,” I whisper. “If…if he really wants to.”
“Oh, he wants you as bad as I do, baby,” he growls softly. “He won’t fucking leave me alone about it.”
The thought of his Drake wanting me too—wanting to taste me the way he is—sends a strange little quiver through my belly.
“All right,” I whisper. “He…he can taste me too.”
“Good girl,” he growls again. Then ducks his head to continue.
I don’t see the partial Shift, but I feel it. Once his tongue transforms it feels hotter, wetter, and impossibly thicker as it slides inside me, swelling as it breaches me.
“Oh!” I gasp, gripping his horns. “Oh, it’s so big!”
But though I wouldn’t have believed it was possible, it feels good. My pussy stretches beautifully around the Drake’s invading tongue, filling me like never before, which eases the curse’s cruel emptiness.
“Oh…oh, Theron! Oh Goddess—yes!” I cry, arching my back as his Drake tastes me.
The huge tongue fucks me slow and deep—thrusting…curling,…lapping at my inner walls.
Pleasure coils low in my belly, reaching an almost unbearable level—because, as his Drake tastes me, Theron’s thumb is circling my clit, teasing me until I feel like I’m going to explode.
“Oh…oh, Goddess!” I pant. I pull harder on his horns, grinding shamelessly against his face, lost—giving completely over to pleasure as the ecstasy builds, layer upon layer inside me.
I’m going to come so hard from this—harder than I ever have before.
I don’t know if my body can take it, but I don’t ever want it to stop.
Suddenly, it crests like a tidal wave rushing over me. I buck wildly, losing even a semblance of control as I reach the peak.
“Theron! Goddess, please—I’m coming! Don’t stop—don’t stop!” I gasp.
Pleasure is arching through me like lightning and my vision is whiting out, as every muscle in my body tightens with the endless waves of sensation. Oh Goddess, it feels so good! I almost think I’m going to pass out!