“Right now, on top of you, sharing colors, with my cock wedged between your legs?” I tease, trying to collect myself. “I feel like a king.”
“And what does a king deserve?” she asks coyly, arching up against me. My cock jumps in response, only seeking her warmth. It would take anything she had to give. Crumbs fromher firstmeal plate, and my cock would find a way to eroticize them.
“His lessons,” I shoot back. “The ones he was promised. Here I am, trusting you with my fears. Asking for what I need. Sharing colors. Sharingthis.” I squeeze our joined hands to signify the bond that has already formed between us, crown or no crown. “I think I deserve Lesson Four.”
She hums happily. “I can give you that.”
My lower stomach tightens in anticipation. “Does it involve more tasting of your cunt? Please say it does.”
“It does. I think a lot of it—” She breaks off, laughing, because I’m already sliding her trousers down, following my fingers with nips down the outside of her thighs and then back up the insides. “Oh—oh. Should we shower first?”
“I’m just going to get you dirty again,” I growl. She sighs when I find her center with my tongue first.
She’s a different flavor now that she has Usuri’s dust in her pores. Still her sweet spice but deeper now, earthier. She tastes like a warrior. She tastes like mine. And she’s already wet for me.
Careful to keep my claws at bay, I slide two fingers inside her, the rest of my hand cupping between her legs. “What made you so wet, Alara? Was it your victory? Drawing my blood in front of your adoring people?”
She gives a breathy laugh that wobbles as I slowly slide my fingers in and out of her, stretching her slightly in a facsimile of patience that I do not actually possess. “Probably before that. You had your dick out the whole time, remember?”
“I don’t remember anything except the moment when you defeated me with the deadliest strike of your blade.” The way she shone in the pits when her sveli dropped, like she was a jewel from the mines. Every eye was fixed on her, and every bone in my body wanted to pluck them all out. It was brilliant andbloodthirsty and yet she only spilled one drop, the one I offered gladly.
I steal her laugh when I drop my head and suck gently on her pleasure spot, matching the rhythm of my fingers. She sighs and tosses her hips like waves under my attention, pushing up to beg for more pressure. But I deny her, moving away and then finally pinning her hips with my free arm when she tries to wrap her leg around the back of her head.
”My lesson,” I remind her.
“You’re doing it.” She grabs my ears and tries to steer me down, but I bite at her fingers until she stops, giggling as I try to pin down all her limbs to keep her still.
“What is it? What am I to learn, Alara?”
“You take your training very seriously,” she says with a loving look.
I do. I was always a diligent apprentice when I learned from warrior after warrior, mastering the skills they taught me, but even that dedication pales in comparison to the devotion I feel to her. “It’s important to me that you have the best of everything. That includes the most pleasure I can give you.”
“That’s what I mean about you already doing it. Lesson Four isduty.” The word spears through me, pins me like an arrow. Duty has shaped my life into something ugly and painful. It’s what I’m trying to escape and repair.
She strokes over my brow, softening the ridges that formed when I heard her say it. “We only have a duty to each other. When we’re together, like this, skin-to-skin? We’re the whole universe. We don’t let nonsense in between us. We don’t let yesterday or tomorrow interfere with right now. We tend each other. We delight each other. We teach each other. We worship each other. That duty,” she repeats, and I sink into sweet understanding.
She’s speaking of the fated bond, the one that weaves our souls together. We have to cherish it, nurture it so it can flourish. “It is not a duty. It is an honor. A blessing.”
“Okay, Nik,” she says. “Whatever you want to call it as long as you keep licking my pussy.”
Alioth be praised, my cock is still pinched in its strap, or I’d be coming in the furs. I haul her hips to my mouth, eager to earn her. Curling my fingers, I rub her inner wall as I stroke my tongue through her plush folds. She’s noisy tonight, tossing her head and murmuring praise, each little affirmative sound like a tongue along my shaft, if I measured what it did to me.
“So good, that’s right, don’t stop,” she urges, her pretty words nearly sending me over the edge. I have to stop, or I’ll lose control.
“Frix.”
“What?” she demands, scratching at me restlessly. The little bite of pain does me some good.
“Youknowwhat,” I grit out, reaching down to reprimand my cock.
To my surprise, she sits up, grinning mischievously. “Wanna learn something new? We call it sixty-nine in our language, but I bet you have another name for it. The numbers look like—you know what? Never mind. It’s easier if I show you.”
Somehow I end up on my back with her crawling all over me, while she props my head up with a rolled fur. My hands follow her, stroking and squeezing her breasts. They’re so full and round, but tiny in my palms, such perfectly pluckable fruit with their ripe, dark nipples and heavy sway as she leans over me. Just looked at them makes my cock slap my belly.
Delphie grins at the obscene sound. Straddling my chest, the folds of her cunt blooming in front of me, she dips her head to kiss me. I frixing love Lesson One. If I weren’t at the mercy of my cock at this minute, I could do this forever.
She pulls back too soon. “I’m going to turn around now. You just do what you want with your mouth and hands. No pressure. If you don’t like what I’m doing to you, just—”
