Chapter 21
T he sounds of birds chirped overhead, but the forest was peaceful otherwise. She approached Shikra, who was sleeping at the base of a tree. And what a sight he was to behold while asleep. His devastatingly handsome face appeared gentle, more approachable now that he was lost in gentle slumber.
An ache formed inside her. His lips begged her for a kiss.
A smile formed in the corner of his mouth. He must have been dreaming sweet dreams because those lips drew her in, beckoning her closer.
Here, he wasn’t a killer. Here, he wasn’t her enemy. He was just a handsome elf sleeping beside a tree.
She couldn’t help herself. One kiss shouldn’t wake him. One kiss would be enough for her. So, she leaned over and placed her lips softly on top of his.
His eyes were still closed, but he roused in his sleep.
His lips parted, and his tongue met hers.
The contact sent a warm feeling throughout her, culminating below her waist. He must have felt it too because he deepened the kiss and held the back of her head while gently exploring more of her with his tongue.
Her hand traveled under his clothes and down his body as she felt his hard chest and the ripples of his abs. She explored further, and, as if seeking out a prize, caught hold of his length as it grew for her, finally getting to stroke it like she had wanted to during their first kiss.
He moaned in her mouth, and before she knew it, her clothes were thrown off and so were his. He was on top of her, kissing her down her neck to her breasts, holding them in both hands, sucking on her nipples, eliciting a gasp from her.
He went lower, trailing his kisses down her flat stomach to …
And then, she woke up.
The room was lit by the purple crystals, dimmed for the night. She wasn’t in a forest. That was in her dream. She was still in the room in the inn, sleeping next to Shikra.
Through the soft violet light, she glanced down at her naked legs spread open.
Her robe was off, and the satin sheets had been cast aside.
The shivering of her flesh told her this as well.
But that wasn’t the whole of it. In between her thighs was Shikra, lying on his stomach in front of her sex that had blossomed open before him.
She screamed and jerked herself up, but he held her legs down so he wouldn’t get kicked in the face. “Calm down,” he spoke placatingly to her. “What’s wrong?”
Her naked body shivered in the darkened room.
Did he force himself on her while she slept? She should yell for help, but she was Light Elf. No one would come to her rescue.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
He gave her a strange look and then smiled at her knowingly. “Is this your first time? Don’t worry. I won’t take your maidenhood, at least not tonight. But I promise you will enjoy it.”
“No. I mean … why … why are you doing this?”
“Because I want you, and you want me. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have woken me up with a kiss and a handjob.” His smirk was devious. “I’ve been woken up in worse ways.”
Then her dream. It was real.
Even though she told herself otherwise, she wanted this. Lying and denying herself sexual gratification for so long during her celibacy had finally surfaced, manifested subconsciously through her dreams, which she couldn’t control, and acted out her wishes while “asleep.”
The sight of him with his head between her thighs was hot. Her breath hitched, her nipples hardened, and tension pooled within her, yearning for release. Her body called out for him.
Who was she to deny this call?
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked in a way that was mockingly innocent. To make himself appear even more innocuous, he placed a feathery soft kiss on her inner thigh. But she could have sworn she also caught a wicked gleam in his eyes with that kiss.
Gods protect her for what she was about to do. Her senses were heightened, her body shaking. There was an ache building that she couldn’t ignore. She was well past the point of denying herself this pleasure. The consequences could be dealt with tomorrow. Now she just wanted to feel .
“No,” she answered solemnly.
He gave her that dastardly smile of his as he faced her spread open before him. She had never felt so naked and vulnerable before.
Yet, she also felt safe. Being with him, she knew he would not hurt her. On the contrary, what he promised was bliss. And damn the past and the future, that is all her body yearned for now.
He lowered his head, and her breath held.
His mouth then found her clit, sending a moan from her throat. Feeling too lightweight, her head tilted back on the pillow as another moan escaped.
His practiced tongue moved with a languid rhythm, circling, teasing, and sending vibrations throughout her body that started at the soles of her feet and passed like currents of lightning through her nerves, electrifying her senses.
His fingers played with her nipple as his head dipped between her legs, licking and sucking her.
She sank deeper into the satin pillowcase and impossibly soft stuffed mattress as though she lay on nothing at all and floated like a cloud in the sky, letting herself get lost in the ecstasy of it all, enjoying the freedom sexual pleasure gave her that she had long since denied herself.
It was too intense, building up, overwhelming. Her hips bucked like she was going to escape, but he pinned her down with his shoulders. She couldn’t control her moaning, couldn’t help the sounds she was making, that he was eliciting from her—all sense of decency had escaped her.
He lifted his head. “What beautiful music you make.” His voice was husky and full of arousal. “Little flower …”
His head dipped back down, and she gasped out loud, her back lifting off the bed, but he greedily pulled her hips closer to him.
His tongue was inside of her.
Sweet agony.
Falling back to bed, her hands blindly searched for something to grasp onto until her right hand caught the satin sheet that was cast aside, and she gripped it with all her might.
What was she fighting?
Control.
He brought his head back up. “And how delicious you taste.” His fingers swirled around her engorged clit.
Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop now. She was … she was almost there …
“Do you want me, little flower. Tell me.” He was breathless. “Say how much you want me, and I will pleasure you further.”
“N… no …”
“No?” he questioned and stopped rubbing her clit. He then stuck a finger inside of her.
She gasped out loud.
Her walls were tight around him, but she was so wet he glided into her without it hurting.
He must be imagining what he would feel like inside her because he was a near feral animal and growled as his head dipped back down and his tongue lashed her clit, fingers stroking intensely, forcefully, admonishing her for not answering him.
He was toying with her, getting her just to the edge but holding back and not letting her have that release .
“No,” she cried. “Don’t … stop. I … want you …”
Her breath caught in her throat as his tongue circled her swollen clit and his finger reentered her. This time, he touched a spot on her that made her lose all that control.
She didn’t know if she was moaning, screaming, or crying. Thoughts escaped her, leaving nothing but pleasure in their wake.
He stroked and kept hitting the same spot. His tongue was wet and circled her clit, which was tender and bare.
And then … like a string of tiny explosions … the world disappeared, and she felt nothing but utter ecstasy.
He rode out her multiple orgasms with her. His fingers, wet from her juices, were still stroking and pleasuring her. He continued to suck hard on her clit as the orgasms rippled through her body.
“See how sweet you taste,” he rasped breathlessly and brought himself up to catch her lips. His tongue entered her mouth. Her taste was tangy and sweet and slightly metallic.
His length pressed against her—long, hard, and present at her side—swollen and begging for her touch.
While his tongue was caressing hers, she wrapped her palm around his cock, stroking him gently at first. He moaned in her mouth, and it prompted her to go a little faster.
He felt so good in her hands. It had been a while since she’d handled a male. She worried she wasn’t doing it correctly, but the short grunts coming from him told her otherwise. Up and down, she stroked until his head leaned back and he reclined on the bed.
She recognized that heady feeling—intoxicating, overwhelming—the same feeling he’d given her earlier.
She followed by his side, still stroking him and kissing his lips, then brought them down to his cock as she was still pumping him with her hand.
Her lips were small, so she licked it at first, circling her tongue around it.
He hissed and grabbed her by the back of her head.
She opened her jaw as wide as it could and swallowed the head.
Her hand was still pumping him as she went further down, trying to unhinge her jaw to fit him inside her mouth.
With a hand on the back of her head, he guided her to go further, but she couldn’t breathe.
She came back up and placed a kiss on the top of his cock.
Stroking him was easier now with the lubrication, so she went faster.
His skin had a prickling sensation—heat, energy, and excitement radiated from him. “I’m coming,” he warned. His voice was lost in ecstasy, and she felt proud for being able to pleasure him as he had pleasured her.
To give is to receive.
But what was she to do?
Not knowing exactly what … immediately after removing her lips, she caught his hot stream with her ch est and fit him in between her breasts, pushing them together to rub against his cock.
He watched her, completely enthralled, as his breath was a little ragged and his eyes glazed over, lost in the lingering bliss of his orgasm.
He then drew her closer to him and gave her a long, slow kiss and enveloped her in an embrace, bringing her to his chest to share his warmth with her.
With emotions and nerves spent for the day, they fell asleep like that not long after.