Chapter 24
GILLIAN
Dalox unwraps me like a precious gift, and this time I don’t make any attempt to stop him. He gazes down on my naked body, and smoke curls from his nostrils, while a noise like a moan rumbles in his chest.
“So beautiful,” he says, and I find myself caged beneath him in a move I missed while I was blinking.
He props himself on one hand and traces a claw over one breast, cupping it gently, one tip toying with my raised nipple.
“So needy,” he growls as the thing engorges and raises itself to him.
His forked tongue flicks over the tight peak, making me shudder and involuntarily push myself into his mouth.
“So sensitive,” Dalox says through a mouthful.
He trails his lips and tongue down my body, exploring me, heating me up to boiling point.
Then his hands firmly part my thighs, exposing me to him, pressing me wide as he makes his inspection.
“So delicious.” He lifts up his head, and his eyes burn, his tongue licking at his lips once more.
A shudder runs through my body, a precursor to an orgasm perhaps. It seems to have an effect on Dalox. His head drops between my legs. I feel him lick his way up my thighs and drop my head back against the cushions. Unable to help myself, l groan his name.
Dalox hooks his arms under my thighs, pulling my pussy directly against his mouth. Without any ceremony, without any hesitation whatsoever, he buries his head in me, his forked tongue exploring until he finds my clit with an unerring accuracy and sends me soaring to the stars.
I grab out for something, anything to hold onto and get a pair of bony wings shoved into my hands.
“Hold on, my little spark,” Dalox says, his voice muffled. “Hold onto me because I’m just getting started.”
A single digit circles my entrance, and he slides it inside.
I can’t help but draw in a breath at the stretch.
After all, it’s been a long time, and nothing about Dalox is small.
He continues to suck and lick at me, drawing me closer and closer to my peak until finally, he crooks up his finger and hits my g-spot at the same time he laps over my clit.
This time the orgasm which hits me absolutely takes my breath away. It pulses through me, grabbing hold and not letting go. My body bucks, but Dalox isn’t prepared to let me go or relent. Instead he forges on, chasing my next climax, which follows after an agonizing few seconds.
But he still isn’t finished. He licks up every last drop I have spilt and continues to gently lave at me until yet another orgasm flows through me, lazy and pleasurable. Dalox lifts his head, the evidence of my enjoyment all over his mouth and chin.
“My sweet mate, you give me the most delicious nectar,” he rumbles.
I’m still shaking, my thighs burning at me from being hooked over Dalox’s shoulders, my entire body on fire with muscles which tremble at his continued touch.
He lowers me back to the cushion below as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, to reveal a grin which showcases an impressive set of fangs.
I’m lost for words, but I needn’t worry. He scoops me up and then carries me, unprotesting, across the room and through a door I didn’t see.
“Here is your personal aquium,” Dalox says as I stare around the big bathroom. “I will see where your clothing got to.”
He places me down on some wobbly legs, and I stagger to the edge of the bath, which rolls with hot water.
Does he not want his own…relief? Has Dalox just eaten me out and not wanted anything in return?
I’m attempting to work out what happened as I climb into the pool, hissing at the water on my lady parts and at the same time sporting a smile wider than the Humber estuary.
I do not know what the Sarkarnii are being taught, but what I do know is Dalox clearly paid a lot of attention in his lessons.
The warmth of the bath is relaxing, more so than the aquium where Dalox preferred to shed his skin. Perhaps because it’s less like a swimming pool and more like…home.
I sink down to my chin, luxuriating in the water, and Dalox returns with an arm filled with clothing. Briefly I think about covering myself, but really, Dalox has seen all of me and done things to parts of me which I didn’t believe possible.
So I uncurl from my default position and lie in the water, enjoying the feel of it on all my parts.
Dalox huffs a stream of smoke.
“It would appear my warriors did not wish to bring you clothing without my presence.” He cocks his head on one side. “Which was probably sensible of them but did not assist you.”
“I need to make it clear.” I swish my hand in the water. “I don’t want anyone waiting on me.”
“Mostly our systems are automated,” Dalox says. “I have certain privileges as their Lord.”
“I am not a lord, and I can get what I want myself,” I respond.
Does Dalox smile? I’m not sure because it is gone all too quickly.
“We have warriors who specialize in some areas outside that of what is expected of them. Some are able to create food which is more nutritious than that provided by the food dispensers. Some can brew our ale wine. Others are skilled in the use of the clothing machines or in weapons making,” he says. “We all play our part.”
“And what do you do?” I ask him, knowing I’m pushing my luck.
“I hold the center,” Dalox rasps. “Without me, it would all fly apart.”