Chapter 38 Drained
Chapter thirty-eight
Drained
Alaceandra
Iwatch Sam leave and cannot help but be annoyed that he avoided my question. I look at Sorin. "Where are they going?" I repeat.
He looks away. "Um… I am not sure."
I do not believe that one bit. I huff. "Really? Again with this?"
He sighs, his foot tapping, before he finally relents.
"The prince and Sam have been keeping watch of Olvaria during the day from any potential threats.
Just because Sam has defeated one of the creatures before doesn't mean they will not be back.
He has been on guard whenever he is not training you, I assume they have gone to check on that. "
"Olvaria?" I ask.
"The village. I learned that is what they call the place while I have been out helping the villagers build the wall around the perimeter."
"Oh." Well, I guess that explains Sam's absence then.
I had not even thought that the village had a name, but of course it does, why would it not?
I feel my cheeks heat with embarrassment.
With all the training I have been going through, I have not done much exploring of the place outside of the training grounds and Sylvie's cottages, no wonder I had not seen Sam and the prince around much.
"Why is he being so cagey about that? And what is important about the north wall? "
"That I do not know," Sorin says. "But that is near where we were training you earlier. Maybe something happened he needed to look into?"
I hope not. "Maybe, but I did not notice anything when we were out there."
"You wouldn't have. Like I said Sam is good at detecting things people don't want found. He probably saw something that we did not catch."
"Is it safe out there?" I ask, because honestly it does not seem like whatever thing Sam is looking for is easy to conquer, seeing as it had almost killed him in the past. I know he has the prince as a backup, but I am still unsure how reliable the prince is.
He has admitted to me that he is only really playing for himself.
What if he views Sam and Sorin as his pawns as well in his grander scheme?
Is that why he is willing to play along and let me have them for now?
Will that all change the moment he gets what he wants?
I hate that my newfound powers are more of a hindrance to us here than a help.
It seems like Sorin and Sam have been close comrades in my father's battles, and I know that Sam would likely much prefer Sorin's help over the prince's, but my lack of training makes me a liability, leaving Sam without a valuable ally.
"Nowhere is truly safe, Firefly," Sorin says softly, placing a gentle kiss on the top of my head.
"Wherever you go there will be a battle that needs to be fought.
A piece that needs to fall before you can get to your final destination.
It is something that Sam and I know well, and you too will learn.
Sam can handle himself. I have no doubt he will be fine. "
"Okay, but if he is not back soon, we must go find him."
"If he is not back by dawn, I will go find him, you should remain here with Sylvie if that is the case." I give him a look. "I will come back, but we both do not want you in any danger if we can help it."
I do my best to remain calm. "Fine." I acquiesce, slumping back against Sorin. I guess he is just as aware of my helplessness as I am. My thoughts sour further.
Sorin notices and pulls me to face him. "It is not that I think you incapable, Firefly," Sorin whispers, running his fingers through my hair.
"I believe with my whole being that one day you will far surpass even Ptheryeth's most skillful, but I hold true to what I said before.
If there is ever a possibility for you to get away from an encounter before it is life threatening, I need you to run.
I refuse to take you into a situation where that could be the case unnecessarily.
If Sam was to somehow go missing and I were to take you with me to find him, the possibility that you would not survive that encounter is far too great.
I will not endanger you, Lace. I refuse to put you at risk and most of all I will not lose you.
" He kisses me and I return his kiss with fevered passion.
His fingers tangle in my hair as he pulls me onto his lap.
I feel his thick erection straining for my entrance through the coarse fabric of his pants and I moan rubbing myself gently against it.
"I love the way you taste." He whispers against my lips as a thick vine wraps itself around my waist. His hands trace themselves up my waist making their way to my breasts before he squeezes them gently.
I cry out as he pinches one of my nipples and he chuckles against my lips.
I pull away from him, my heart racing as I remember that this activity has consequences, but when I look around, the room is not bathed in fire.
"H-how?" I whimper out as he presses gentle kisses along my collarbone.
He pauses his kisses to glance around the room. "How are you feeling?" he asks. His hands still caressing me softly.
Horny as fuck, but… "I do not feel the same warmth I usually do," I whisper.
He nods. "You likely drained yourself during training," he says a small smile at the edge of his lips.
"You can do that?"
"Definitely," he says. "If you do too much at once you need to recover, during that period it is harder to access your powers. Not impossible to do but it is dangerous."
"So does that mean…"
He smiles. "You aren't going to burn down the cottage… if you would like to continue?" He pauses.
I answer him with another kiss. Lifting me, his vine tightens around my waist as he walks us both back over to the bed in the other room and places me delicately on the mattress.
Pulling off my clothing, he sucks in a breath at the sight of my dripping pussy.
Ripping off his shirt, he pulls my legs until my ass sits at the edge of the bed before he kneels before me, throwing my legs over his shoulders, and starts devouring my pussy.
I clutch at the blankets and my body starts to hum.
I squirm against his masterful tongue. His vine holds me firmly, ensuring I cannot wiggle out of his reach as he sucks my clit into his mouth.
Firelight flickers at the edge of my skin but quickly dims and extinguishes.
I pant, desperately trying to hold onto anything to keep me grounded.
"You are so fucking responsive." One of his fingers slips inside of me, curling to rub just the right spot.
"Such a beautiful pussy, Firefly. I can't wait to bury myself so deep inside of you that my cock is all you can think about for the next week.
" His thumb is rubbing circles along my clit as his finger rocks itself in and out of me.
"Do you think you can take that, Firefly?
Can you take my cock like a good girl?" I explode into a million pieces around his finger.
"Such a good girl," he growls. "Again." He sucks my clit back in his mouth, continuing to pump in and out of me as his vines encircling my breasts flick at my nipples.
I let my eyes drift shut, overwhelmed. My body feels hot as tiny currents are zinging their way along my skin, heightening my euphoria.
I try to focus on them, but find that my thoughts are fractured.
My body too focused on reaching for its next orgasm to allow my brain room to think.
I open my eyes and reach for Sorin's hair as I feel my orgasm attempt to take over, but before it can crest, the room darkens causing Sorin to lift his head.
I whimper in frustration, pulling at the strands.
A chuckle sounds in the doorway and Sorin grabs some blankets to shield me from our intruder. Another fucking cock block, you cannot be serious.