Chapter 30
Whatever I want?
I want everything.
Smell.
Look.
Taste.
Touch.
And with the blessing of my Nymph, I allow myself to fall into those desires.
The want.
I press her back onto the mattress. Once again she parts her thighs, giving me a glimpse of the heavens.
Must touch.
Trailing my hand upwards, I reach her inner thigh then pause. Look. Smell. Then I hook a finger under the material of her panties, barely touching that precious mound.
Then my beast roars.
Rut…Take…Ours…
I tear the flimsy material away, destroying the cloth but not marking her flawless skin. Now the scent is more. More, more, more. I bow my head down before her center and worship.
Goddesses, hear my prayer of thanks.
Of devotion.
Moving slowly, I close in on her entrance until my nose traces the contours. That makes her moan and buck her hips.
—Be still—
She must be worshiped properly, and that cannot happen if I am hurried. Once again I sniff at her nectar.
Sweet ambrosia.
Do I touch it first?
Or taste it?
Though the beast wants me to devour every drop, I use restraint and bring forward a finger.
Gods. Silky. I wasn’t expecting that. Smooth. I rub the creamy fluid over her folds, marvelling at the way her flesh swells at my touch. My cock throbs, but I ignore it to concentrate.
—Pleasure?—
“So much,” she groans.
Again, I touch the velvet skin, noting that her inhalations increase when my fingers skim the little nub.
I want to feel inside her, experience the warmth.
—May I?—
—Anything—
She is too good, too perfect. Tentatively, I press a digit inside. The way her body grips my finger is breath-stealing.
How would she deal with another?
Her walls grasp at my intrusion, almost desperately. She likes to be filled.
But I’m still drawn to that delicate nub within her folds. I wish I had the courage to run my tongue across the button of flesh, but I’m not sure.
Instead, I swirl a finger around in small circles.
The Nymph cries out, and her body clenches around my fingers.
Heat, pressure, honey.
Her back arches, an exquisite moan sounds from her lips, then a reaction that is more than I could ever dream. Sparks fly, glittering in the gloom. Pleasure travels from my fingertips, up my arm and into my chest as her Lumina rushes out to greet me.
I move back, taking in the image of my Nymph, cheeks flushed, lips red and swollen, eyes half-closed with satisfaction.
I did that.
I made that pleasure for her.
And satisfied as I am, I know there is so much more. So many more ways to serve her body.
But how?
A noise behind me has me spinning on my heels, ready to attack.
“She’s beautiful. You did such a good job, Bully. Made her come so hard.”
The hound stands in the doorway. His fist rubs at an obvious erection in his pants. “I didn’t mean to intrude, but the door was open, so I couldn’t look away. Sorry.”
The hound is grinning and does not look repentant at all.
Theo struggles onto her elbows, cheeks rosy. “Max?”
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he tells her. “And I bet you’ve more orgasms in you.” He cocks his head to one side. “Oh yeah you do. You’re already wondering what it would feel like to have Ludo taste you.”
My head moves from Maximus back to the Nymph. She bites at her bottom lip then nods. “I would…would like that.”
She rolls her hips unconsciously.
Taste her. Yes. I wanted to before, but I’m desperate to have her on my tongue, on my lips.
I glance to the door again, and Maximus gives me a nod.
Moving forward, I take a moment to appreciate the pink, glistening beauty. Then I gently swipe the pad of my tongue across her furrows and folds.
Oh Gods. I want more.
Moving my tongue faster, I eat up her nectar as she squirms around me, making noises I’ve never heard before. I shift my mouth’s attention up a little, and she screams out.
“Fuck, please!” Her thighs quiver around my head.
I know I can bring her to that ultimate pleasure again right now, but it seems too soon. I want more.
So I pull away slightly, licking my lips, to watch her flesh pulse.
“Ludo,” she groans.
I know the hellhound is watching over my shoulder, but it doesn’t feel wrong.
“Please,” Nymph says again, whimpering.
Both my beast and I also want; want to fill her with my cock. Could I?
I can’t help it. I look back to Maximus for…support? Reassurance?
“Look what a dripping mess she is,” he says in a low voice. “How do you think it would feel to enter that hot flesh? Push deep inside?”
Ahhh. His words send the last of my doubts flying.
—Nymph…can I—
—Fill me, Ludo, please—
I’m out of my coveralls within seconds, but then I hesitate once more. My cock will not fit inside her. I’ll hurt her.
As if he is the telepath, Max seems to know my worry. “She’ll stretch around you like the perfect glove. The perfect hot, creamy, tight, velvet glove. Sparkles was made to take you. Trust me, Lu.”
And strangely, I do trust him.
But still, I almost feel dizzy as I line myself up with her entrance and nudge the head of my cock against her flesh.
Gods, make me forever worthy.
And then I enter the body of a goddess. The sweet heat of her walls clamp down on me. I move slowly, feeling her body shift and morph to accommodate my size. Though a part of me is desperate to thrust and rut, I keep it in check. I want to be in this moment forever.
But Theo bucks her hips. “Shit, Ludo. I’m going to come again…”
Her need drives mine and I fall into a rhythm as old as time. Our bodies rock, slick with sweat, then I feel the change in her. A vibration which has my balls tightening in anticipation.
“Ludo,” she gasps.
We explode simultaneously.
After, I ease myself off her, and she reaches out a hand, trailing it down my face. Her fingers come away wet.
I’m crying?
Then Maximus is there too. I flop back on the mattress. He tugs at the blanket and covers Theo and I from the chill air. He doesn’t say anything, but squats on his haunches, leans forward and kisses Theo on the forehead.
“See you both at one.”
As he leaves, I realize Maximus the Hellhound…
Is my friend.
???
The centaur, gryphon and dragon all swivel to watch the Nymph and I enter.
The centaur’s nostrils flare and his fists clench.
The hound swats him over the head. “Cut it out, Dono.”
Theo leaves my side to hug her friends, first Duncan, then Willow. “You OK?”
The girl nods in reply. “I texted Naomi and apologized for going silent. We’re going to try and meet up tonight.”
“Don’t show her the tunnel,” Drakeward immediately snaps.
“Of course I won’t. I’m not an idiot.”
This makes Theo stand straight and walk to the front of the room. “On that note, I think we should discuss Naomi. I think we should bring her into the fold.”
I don’t like that idea. More people knowing our secrets.
The gryphon also complains. “It’s too risky.”
“I don’t think so. I listened to her thoughts. Naomi hates the Conclave as much as we do.”
“I know your bestie is knee-deep in love with Watson,” the centaur grumbles. “But that’s not a good enough reason to take a risk.”
Correct.
“Wrong,” says the Nymph. “Love is the only thing that can truly guide us.”
She is not taking no as an answer.
My need to protect her wars with my desire to respect her wishes.
“I’m going to meet with Naomi,” Theo continues. “I’ll be subtle and sound her out, but I think she’ll be an asset.”
So be it. I’ll support the inclusion of this student called Naomi Watson.
But I shall also watch her.
“Now, moving on,” Theo says. “Next week we’ll drive to Windward Forest. Alexis has hired a box-truck under a false name, so we’ve room to transport any kids. But where are we going to take them?”
Yes. That is a problem. If we uncover more children like Zola, they must be spirited away from the Conclave’s reach.
The boy Duncan waves a hand.
“Dunc? What have you uncovered?”
He talks about dark webs and things that make no sense, but eventually gets to information I can follow.
“I managed to find a series of encrypted message boards. Information on anti-Conclave action. Most of the posts use code words, but I have deciphered one thing. There’s a group called the Unbound. A low-spark rebellion group.”
Theo brightens. “So, are we thinking this rebel group could help? We could take the children to them?”
The professor looks like he wants to argue. “I don’t like exposing ourselves to unknowns.” He’s been sitting but now gets to his feet. “Can you find a way for us to contact them without being traced, Duncan?”
The boy looks worried. “Maybe? I can try. But to be honest, I’m doubtful.”
Feniks turns to the dragon. “What about Striker?”
Drakeward frowns. “She’s AWOL at the moment. It’s fucking annoying. Do we even know where this Unbound group is based?”
Duncan smiles. “That’s the one piece of the puzzle I do know! They’re up north.” He moves to the map of Havengard on the board. “Somewhere in the vicinity of Ashgrave.” He draws a circle at the very top of the sketch.
"Ashgrave?" Willow’s eyes open wide. “That’s where my aunt and uncle live; my cousin too, though he’s in Quo Reformare.”
“Quo what now?” asks Theo.
“A correctional facility for sixteen to twenty-one year olds,” the dragon tells her.
“Half-prison, half-reform school,” Willow adds. “Prison for the poor kids, and reform school for the magicals. It’s awful, especially if you are of low status.”
Theo turns to her friend, expression soft. "Your cousin is in there?"
Willow nods, looking unhappy. “He fought with the mayor’s son. Beat him badly…but I’m sure it was justified.”
“I’m sure it was, too,” Theo echoes, then goes quiet. She is thinking hard. When she looks up again, I can tell the nymph has formulated an idea. “Wills. Your aunt and uncle live near the Unbound. Are they the kind of people who would be involved?”
“I think they’d support a rebellion but not be active participants. Uncle Gareth is disabled and Aunt Opal is a healer at a low income clinic.”
“They sound like good people. People who might open their hearts and home to little refugees?”
I, and all the other beasts concentrate on Willow. After a beat she nods. “Opal is my mom’s sister. They both have a really strong caring gene.”
Being rescued from the Conclave’s grip is only the first stage for these children. Having a caring figure will be good. A woman who also heals the poor?
Very good.
How would my life have been if I’d been placed into the arms of Aunt Opal, rather than sold to the fleshpits?
Different.
But then, I’d not be here right now.
And here is where I’m meant to be.