My entire world shrinks to that one button.
He slides fingers inside my walls and pauses, giving me a moment to adjust to the stretch.
“You took three fingers like a very good little Queen.” He withdraws them almost all the way, then pushes back, hitting the top of my inner wall, while his blessed mouth feasts on me.
He fans his fingers, coaxing me open. “You need to stretch that inner muscle, darling.”
I moan, throwing my head back.
More…
Aidon chuckles and obliges, changing the rhythm. The blissful release hits, and I scream again and again. When I finally collapse, drained, he pulls his fingers out…
I shrink beneath him, shaking, like I need a century of recovery after that orgasm. Yet he doesn’t give me the mercy of stopping.
I will take the power I bargained for now.
I gasp as I feel something utterly different enters me. Soft. Tongue.
I thrust my hips again, and he grabs my glutes, holding me midair as he literally sucks me dry from the inside out. When I feel him on my cervix, almost entering my womb, my eyes bulge from my head, and my heart feels like it might jump out of my ribcage.
You need to cooperate. Push,he says into my mind, and I do, my body surrendering, wide open. His tongue shapeshifts, drawing my power from me as if through a straw.
Oh my… I’m fucking dead. It was…
It was a pleasure,he murmurs, withdrawing his tongue-straw and pressing the tiniest of kisses to my inner lips. I’m thrashing like a feral unicorn from overstimulation.
“Next time, I want to try that cunt of yours without the refreshment potion.”
I giggle while he carries me to the campsite. My legs are jelly. It is so sweet of him. If he was that good at licking my blood, I don’t want to know how good he is with his… sword.
You are sweet.His expression softens for a moment, then the usual mischief returns.Or maybe not. You weren’t sweet. I’ve never tasted anything so… spectacular.
I burst out laughing. “Stop shitting me!”
Aidon looks at me with something surprisingly like awe and relief, but before I can ask him why, Riven’s formal question breaks the moment as we enter our camp. “Where were you?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Jestin’s voice has a sharp edge to it. Is he mocking me?
“Oh.” Riven’s reply is short but loaded.
I pivot in Aidon’s arms to face him, but he’s nowhere to be seen. Hearing the furious beating of wings, I look up to see his dark figure tearing away from us at unexpected speed.
“What the hell was that?” I glance from Aidon to Jestin. The latter doesn’t say anything; instead, he studies the grip Aidon has on me.
My cheeks burn, but I refuse to be embarrassed. I am a free female.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Aidon parrots Jestin, nudging my head with his chin.
“I was not trained in the male hormones; I always assumed they were purely a female thing.”
Aidon gently lowers me onto the bedroll and takes the spot behind me. I take being a small spoon as a very serious matter and snuggle comfortably into his… length.
A giggle escapes my mouth.
He leans on his elbow and whispers into my ear, while blowing a warm breath. “If you do that again, I will give you what you want, little minx.”
I smile, happy to do so, fighting the heaviness of my eyelids, but before I call it a night and dare Aidon to do what he promised, I take a final assessing look around, and my gaze lands on Jestin, sitting across the fire from us. His stare is so full of animosity that I instinctively start to rise, but Aidon’s hand holds me down.
