Chapter 14 Izzy
IZZY
Myel and I should have been good for another day or so, since we’d been together last night. God, it felt like an eternity since then. But perhaps because we’d been so far apart, or because we both knew things might go badly tomorrow, the bond had grown tight and desperate.
Myel went to reserve one of the rooms with an actual mattress, while I sought out Rook. The incubus had been cold to me all day, still I asked him if he wished to join us. He’d told me that being with Myel and me was like a drug, that he needed it.
Even so, the incubus shook his head wordlessly and left the training compound entirely, heading up the stairs and out.
Wow…
He couldn’t even speak to me now?
What was up with him?
I let out a pained and frustrated sigh, then headed to the hall with the bedrooms. Vyns stopped me.
“I… am not ready to be with you and someone else at the same time,” he whispered with an offhand glance to the stairs, where Rook had just fled. “But, if you need anything from me tonight… let me know.
“I… might?” I didn’t really know. I might also fall asleep in Myel’s arms, given how exhausted I was. “Thank you for the offer.”
He smiled and let me go.
Myel waited for me, already naked. Yet despite the rather swollen and desperate look of his erection, he didn’t rush things.
Instead, he came to me more like a servant.
He helped me undress, whispering soft pleasantries and compliments.
And once I was naked, he urged me to lie down, massaging my back and feet.
Hot Damn! That felt good.
I let him know exactly which spots needed more attention with soft moans and breathy yesses.
“You can win,” he whispered behind me, digging his hands into my back.
Sometimes I forgot how strong my Goth hero was, despite his lanky appearance.
He said no more on the matter after that, and I was thankful.
I didn’t want to think about Saldrea, or tomorrow.
I wanted to let his presence soothe me and relax, after we both got our rocks off because… the bond.
Our connection strained, burning within me, making it impossible to completely unwind and enjoy this massage.
Eventually, I squirmed and when Myel shifted off me, I rolled over.
“Time for the front,” I breathed, feeling my breasts swell of their own accord. Apparently, I didn’t have complete control of my body yet. “Once the bond is satisfied, you can go back to that wonderful massage.”
His eyes dilated in the dim light of the small lantern which lit the room. I opened my legs as he slipped between them, leaning down, hands to either side of my head.
“I am the luckiest man in all of existence,” he breathed reverently. “I’ll treasure you forever, no matter what.”
I wasn’t sure what that last bit meant. Did he think he’d lose me tomorrow? It broke the mood for all of a nano-second before his heavy cock brushed my drenched and aching folds and I lost all coherent thought.
He thrusted in.
I cried out, back arching.
He pulled me up into his arms as our hips crashed together.
The semi-sitting position was awkward, but neither of us cared, lost to our joining.
His lips pressed to mine before desperately kissing all over my face and neck and chest as our ecstasy quickly escalated.
There was something divine about knowing I did this to a man, feeling him lose control, his thrusts growing ragged, grunting desperately.
His raking teeth found my neck and he bit deep, drinking from me as a heady mutual orgasm swept through us. We clung to each other through that stunning release, time stretching, drawing out this bliss.
Eventually, Myel laid me down, kissing softly over my face and hair. He held me close, but something about his strong embrace made me feel like he thought I might slip away in the night.
And only then did his previous words return to me.
I’ll treasure you forever, no matter what.
No matter what?
What did that mean?
Did he not think I’d win tomorrow?
It seemed the only logical explanation for this sudden clingy behavior. And that vote of non-confidence filled my gut with cold dread, despite how much Myel’s presence soothed me.
“Shall I massage you again?” he whispered.
“No, we’re both tired, just sleep,” I replied.
But long after he’d fallen asleep, I lay awake, unsettled.
I didn’t know what hour of the night it was when I finally slipped out of Myel’s embrace. I put on a robe which someone — probably Zora — had left for me. I’d seen the hobgoblin woman coming and going, bringing so many of these small niceties into this otherwise cold and sterile compound.
The stone floor chilled my bare feet as I made my way out to peek into the other rooms. Vyns wasn’t in any of them, but I caught flashes of light from the main room. When I looked, the angel was still practicing.
Much like earlier, when I’d seen Rook training on his own, Vyns was stripped to the waist, bathed in sweat. And even more so than Rook, he was a bronzed god of a man, heavy chest and thick shoulders and arms, with a narrow, chiseled waist. One hundred percent yum.
And despite my frenetic coupling with Myel earlier, I needed… more. I needed a man who revered me, trusted me, thought I was powerful.
And Vyns was that man.
I went to him, padding softly across the stone floor. It said something about how hard I’d worked on my earth-sense, that even without really trying, I felt his movements through the ground. If I closed my eyes, I could feel exactly where he was.
“Vyns,” I called softly, interrupting his training.
He spun, surprised, then smiled wide as his gaze traced down over me.
“I…” I didn’t know what to say. He’d offered something earlier and I needed whatever that was. I rushed to him, throwing my arms around him and clinging to him almost as desperately as Myel had to me. “I need you,” I whispered.
And without even asking, he seemed to know what I meant, what I needed.
Strong arms enfolded me with a delicate yet passionate embrace.
“We’ll beat her,” he whispered and the surety and confidence in his voice allowed me to breathe out the tension I’d been holding inside since Myel had fallen asleep.
Yet, when that stress left me, my exhaustion returned and I went limp in his arms. He cradled me close, my body molded to his.
He gave a soft chuckle. “I’m a dripping mess,” he whispered.
Yeah, so am I, my dirty little mind replied, thinking of something entirely different.
“I should have a shower.”
“That sounds heavenly,” I breathed.
A soft and gentle shower with Vyns seemed like just what the doctor ordered. Some calming shower sex before finally resting.
He lifted me easily and carried me to the other hall and the shower room. Someone had placed a small curtain of fire in front of the pouring water. The water poured through, heated, while steam filled the small room, making it nice and humid.
Vyns stripped and I removed my robe before we stepped down into the knee-deep bath and let the warm water flow over us.
“I have to hand it to the incubus, this is genius,” Vyns said, indicating the fire. “Maybe having a demon on our side could be useful… occasionally.”
Rook had done this? It made sense, he was the only one with fire magic.
“And… he can keep it up all the time?” I asked amazed.
“Well, he is an incubus,” Vyns replied.
I didn’t understand how that impacted the durability of his fire magic… till I got the dirty joke Vyns was making and slapped him playfully.
“Are you actually giving the man a compliment?”
Vyns sighed. “With you in my arms, I feel… generous.”
Right answer.
My desire for this man spiked. I couldn’t help myself, Vyns was…
perfect! He was starting to accept Rook, and he was otherwise so giving and so damned certain of my strength and power.
I climbed his amazing body, wrapping my legs around his waist and toying with his rigid hardness trapped between us, rocking my pubic bone over it softly.
“I need you,” I whispered, and he got my meaning clearly this time as well. But to make it clear what I wanted, I added, “Make me feel powerful, like a queen, a goddess!”
Turning us in the warm spray, he pinned me to the wall. Steam had warmed the stone and given it a slippery sheen.
His kiss was intense, passionate, but also… giving, letting me take control as my hands slipped up behind his head to comb through his wet hair.
When he pulled back, he breathed, “Then I shouldn’t need to do much at all, because you are a queen, quite literally, and I don’t know about anyone else, but you’re certainly a goddess to me.”
Yup, all the right words. “More,” I breathed. I needed more of everything he gave me.
“You’re a goddess of love, of lust, of power and earth and water. You’re a sexy vixen at night, and a true and benevolent ruler during the day. You have my heart and my spirit, my everything. I am yours, now and always.”
Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!
“Make me feel it,” I gasped as his words brought tears to my eyes, wetness hidden by the water coursing over us.
“Kiss my neck, here,” he breathed, touching a spot as he tilted his head.
I didn’t ask why, just did it.
“Feel what you do to me, feel the pounding of my heart,” he said as my lips pressed to his neck, and I felt his hammering pulse. “And feel the tempest of my spirit.”
I did. A sweltering humidity, a billowing wet heat that matched the shower coursing over us. And it matched a wet heat deep inside me. His spirit had whipped up a torrential summer’s storm and it raged with devotion as it linked with mine.
“Yes!” I breathed, voice trembling.
“You do that to me,” he breathed.
I did something else to him too; his cock was practically vibrating between us.
I shimmied up over him, freeing that trapped hardness and feeling it brush my folds. When I settled back down, his tip slid effortlessly inside me.
He chuckled again, even if it was with a strain in his voice. “And you take control when you want it, when you need it.”
I had, hadn’t I?
Fucking yes, I loved how this man made me feel.
I sank fully down onto his thickness, grinding my clit against him. Pleasure and power filled me.
“Yes,” Vyns gasped, clearly already on the edge. “Use me, take your pleasure from me, my goddess!”
I did.
I pushed his face to mine once more, devouring him as I rocked myself hard over him, riding that deliciously filling cock with sudden vigor. I’d been exhausted a moment ago, but now I felt renewed, vibrant and potent.
There was no imperative between Vyns and me, like there was with Myel, no bond demanding sex. I could take my time enjoying how epically good Vyns felt crushed against me, deep inside me, my lips on his, his hands worshiping me as they stroked my flesh.
And when I came, it was with a full body shudder of complete and utter release, all my worries and fears gone, replaced only with a sense of serene strength.
Vyns slowly shifted us, sitting down in the bath, warm waters all around us. Yet…
“You… did you…?”
His cock was still throbbing and rigid inside me.
He smiled. “Despite your heavenly beauty, I have withheld myself. Great feats of willpower and control are possible with a spirit as strong as mine,” he boasted. “Even so, it took everything I had to resist your allure, your forceful vigor.”
My look must have asked why…
“My goddess hasn’t commanded my release yet.”
Oh fucking hell!
“And if I command it now?” I whispered, breathless at the thought of another round.
“Then I’d ensure my goddess came again before I did, it seems only right.”
Worked for me.
“Then, by all means,” I breathed.
I yelped in surprise as he lifted me off his divine erection and placed me at the entrance to the shower, sitting on the steps.
He urged me to lay back as he kissed his way down my body.
I opened my legs and let him feast on my folds.
I’d thought myself spent, but Vyns’ insistent tongue quickly whipped me back into a frenzy.
I combed my hands through his hair as my hips bucked, body writhing.
And when he sucked on my aching clit, sliding two fingers inside me to massage my G-spot, my pleasure rocketed toward a second peak.
My back arched so high only the back of my head touched the ground.
That’s when Vyns rose, yanked my hips to him and filled me with his throbbing cock once more. That’s all it took. That one thrust hit some miracle place deep inside me and I shattered, crying out and squirming, fists slamming into stone as a raging orgasm swept through me.
“Thank you, goddess!” Vyns hissed.
He must have been pretty damned desperate for a release, because as soon as I came undone his cock pulsed hard inside me. His spirit exploded in bliss: a wave of sweltering heat washing through me, stealing my breath and elevating my pleasure to a mind-bending, body-breaking rapture.
I writhed and bucked so hard, I pushed Vyns out. The pleasure so intense, I rolled onto my side, curling up, shuddering and holding myself as I laugh-cry-gasped through the residual waves of that blessed orgasm.
Vyns laughed and swore and laughed some more before he regained himself enough to ask,
“Hey, you okay?”
I nodded, unable to speak. Then inanely, I lifted a hand and gave him a thumbs up. That made him laugh again.
He settled next to me, behind me, kissing my shoulder. “The goddess approves?”
I let out a long, whining moan, which I hoped said: hell yes!
“Oh… Wow… As if I needed more evidence of my goddess’s power…” Vyns’ breathed in awe. When I looked at him, he was glancing at the stone floor. I followed his gaze to where… oh…
The stone was shattered in places, small craters, where I’d pounded the floor with my fists during that epic orgasm.
I’d done that.
And I hadn’t even felt it.
Wow.
And wishing to feel my own power, prove what I could do, I smoothed my hand over the marred stone, using a hint of anima to level it out once more.
I couldn’t have done that yesterday.
Maybe I was as powerful as Vyns thought me to be. I sighed and smiled, confident in myself in a way I’d never been before.
Vyns brought me back into the bath to wash me — and himself — off, his touch so soft and soothing.
I fell asleep in his comforting arms, in that warm water, and sometime later, woke to find myself in a bed.
Oddly, I wasn’t with Vyns. The angel had put me back with Myel and the soothing comfort I got from the shifter allowed me to fall asleep again for a while.
And all I could think was: The man gives me one of the most stunning orgasms of my life, then puts me in the arms of another man.
What an angel.
Lhorine woke me early, but I felt oddly refreshed, considering I’d been up most of the night. Hooray for empowering orgasms!
Then we got back to work. We had only a few scant hours before our match with Saldrea and I still had a lot to learn.