As I struggle to breathe, Selwyn moves. His head lowers, down and down. Where is he going? What is he doing? Surely he can see I’m spent?
His hot tongue swipes across my belly. Scorching a trail. Lapping at my skin.
Oh stars above, he is licking up my mess! He is cleaning up my cum with his tongue! I have never heard of such a thing.
The sensation pulls a gasp from me, and my cock tries to rally. I really am a wanton beast. My body worships and obeys Selwyn. My flesh behaves as if I was created for him, for this. Maybe I was.
Perhaps Mother and her people have it twisted and wrong. Vessels are meant to serve mages, that part is true, but not with shame and silence, but with joy and ecstasy.
I sigh in sated bliss as Selwyn lifts his head. I think I am clean now. But he doesn’t move away. He moves up the bed. He straddles me, up high, near my shoulders. Now his wonderful, very hard cock is right in front of my face.
“Open up, Little Lamb,” he whispers softly.
My mouth falls open, as wide as it can go.
He grins, and feeds me his cock. The heavy silken weight slides over my tongue and down into my throat. I moan around it as my eyes flutter closed. His manly scent is flooding my senses. I could die happy like this.
He thrusts. His cock slides over my lips and tongue. It fills my throat. I open even wider. My jaw is going to hurt, but I could not care less.
He thrusts again. I’m too full of him to breathe. But it is not making me panic. It is making me feel peaceful and calm. My mind is quiet for the first time ever.
His hips move. He starts fucking my face in earnest. I’m seeing stars and floating on euphoria. He is big and strong above me. Seeking his pleasure in me. Making me his.
I’m drooling around him. He feels so good in my mouth. I think I’m getting hard again, but I’m too consumed by the sensation of him filling my throat to be aware of anything else.
Suddenly, he grunts and pushes deeper than before. His cock throbs on my tongue, and his cum pours into my stomach. He holds still for one long glorious moment, then he withdraws.
My chest sucks in a huge lungful of oxygen. My limbs are trembling, and my heart is pounding. My mind is dizzy. All my rambling thoughts have been tamed. There is only peace.
I turn my head. He is lying on his back beside me. Grinning like the cat who got the cream. And he hasn’t left.
Am I hallucinating?
“I have been neglecting you,” he says suddenly and unexpectedly as he stares up at the canopy above us. “It is our honeymoon. You should be my only priority.”
He turns his head to look at me. “What do you wish to do today?”
I blink. He is offering to spend the day with me? How wonderful! I really must have pleased him this morning.
Abruptly, the sound of Loki scratching herself reaches me. Oh my goddess! I hope she slept through all of that! Maybe she shouldn’t sleep in our bedchamber, even though her bed is on the other side of the room? But she’d be so sad if I locked her out, I’d have to make it up to her, which actually leads me to a perfect idea!
“Can we walk Loki in the gardens!” I blurt.
Selwyn’s eyebrows all but disappear into his hairline. Astonishment swirls in his eyes.
“I am a prince. A powerful mage, and extremely wealthy,” he says.
I nod in agreement. I know all of this, it is very impressive.
“And the only thing you ask me for is a walk?” He sounds so incredulous it is nearly comical.
“Yes?” I answer, somehow making it sound like a question. A walk with him in the gardens while Loki bounds along, sounds wonderful. Does he want me to change my mind?
He chuckles suddenly and smiles warmly. His eyes flash. “Oh Little Lamb, you are precious.”
Iwas right, walking in the gardens with Selwyn is wonderful. He is teaching me the names of all the plants and explaining their properties. He knows a lot about plants. No wonder he has a room stuffed full of them.
As we stroll, Loki trots along, sometimes in front of us, sometimes behind as she gets engrossed in sniffing something. She looks so very happy it is going to make my heart burst.
