“Fuck,” she breathed heavily. “Don’t neglect the other,” she instructed and I lifted my head releasing her nipple, and wrapped my mouth wide around her breast and sucked hard. Soon I was engrossed in my task, enjoying the way Selene squirmed below me. Moving from breast to breast, pinching her nipples, biting, sucking at her flesh, leaving dark mark that would last for a minute before her flesh cleared and I was free to make more.
“I’m not being too rough?” I asked after a particularly fierce bite that resulted in Selene’s back arching from the bed and a belly-deep groan.
“No, pet,” she reassured and gripped my hips, pressing her thigh more forcefully against me and encouraging my thrusting. “I love the way you grind against me. It’s practically animalistic,” she praised.
And I mewled around her nipple, closing my eyes tight. My underwear was ruined, I had no doubts.
“I can feel your wetness on my thigh,” she told me, and embarrassment coursed through me, but I was too close to stop, too close to truly care.
“So fucking wet for me, and I have barely touched you,” she laughed, and the teasing tone of her voice, her laughter, and the way she moaned as I bit down on her nipple, had me falling over the edge into orgasmic bliss.
I kept thrusting until the last wave of pleasure subsided. My breathing was hard.
Selene’s hand moved between us and into the waistband of my pyjama trousers and pants. I shivered from sensitivity as she grazed my clit, but her fingers didn’t linger there as she pushed inside of me. The stretch was exquisite and I was disappointed when she quickly pulled out of me and left my panties and pyjama bottoms to bring her fingers to her mouth.
She closed her eyes in pleasure as she cleaned my wetness from her fingers.
“You taste so good pet, I couldn’t resist,” she told me.
“Come here,” she commanded and took a fitful of my hair at the back of my head and guided my mouth to hers for a sloppy kiss.
“I love you,” I told her.
“I love you too,” she replied and flipped us over so she was on top.
“I’m afraid one quick taste just wasn’t enough,” she explained as she moved down my body. “Look what a mess you made,” she instructed, and I looked down to see a large wet patch on the silken pyjama trousers. I felt the heat of my cheeks increase in embarrassment.
“I can’t help it,” I complained weakly.
Selene laughed “Don’t worry, pet, I’ll clean you up,” she said and proceeded to remove my pyjama trousers and panties in one go, sparing no time before dropping her head between my legs.
18. Change is Necessary.
Selene Borealis
My tour was to be brief, only stopping at the most important towns of Ardens. A chance for the people to see me interacting with their councillor, and a chance for their councillors to look like they have my ear for their causes. It would also allow me the opportunity to visit in person my extended family, those that posed the greatest threat to my title, crying injustice while they sat useless in the ancestral seats as lords of the larger regions of Ardens. Regions of once-important mining locations, now in poor economic states. Most importantly, it would be a chance to show my authority and control of the land to those who still wanted to wear the colours of Vouna and challenge my standing.
I watched from the drive as our vehicles were loaded. A relatively small motorcade. Six vehicles, all large, armoured SUVs for my guard and servants that would be travelling with us, and a large RV bus—not so much luxury, but practical, with eight bunks for sleeping and a small shower room. It would be cramped and with no privacy. I reminded myself that it was only for travelling. I would need to find alone time for Percy. She grew upset, downright bratty, when I did not provide her enough of my time.
Percy stood beside me, her hair blowing in the cold breeze. She shivered ever so slightly and I watch her curious gaze drift from servants to vehicles as they were prepared. I reached and took her hand.
“How many people are going on this tour?” she asked, curiously eyeing the bus with suspicion. “I don’t think there are enough people in this haunted mansion to fill a bus,” she spoke below her breath.
I squeezed her hand and resisted the urge to laugh. Ardens Estate was quiet compared to Sanguis and the Borealis Castle and estates. If this was to be our home, I would need to increase the population of the mansion and grounds for her benefit. Percy was social by nature. Perhaps start farming the land or take in a ward if the opportunity occurred.
Would Percy enjoy that? I remembered her reaction to the prospect of children when I mentioned the possibility on our first day at Ardens Estate. If anything, the responsibility of a ward would give some indication to her suitability for motherhood, or if it is something she might one day desire. I had never been overly warm to the prospect of children. I understood it was expected of me to provide an heir to the thrown, but it was nothing more than duty. That was until recently. Until I began to think and plan a future for us. A family with my pet—that wasn’t duty, not an expectation—it was something more, something warm.
“The interior of the bus is not what I believe you to be familiar with,” I said, and gave a squeeze of her hand to direct her attention to me. “There are not rows of seats, but there are eight bunks for sleeping and a small shower room.” I felt my lip twitch in disgust. I was not looking forward to the experience of using the facilities of the tour bus. It was my hope that each councillor we visited would offer up their hospitality. I would certainly remember any who did not.
“A shower? Beds?” She asked in astonishment. “And no seats?”
I laughed, “There is some seating in the back as well as two large fridges for blood and food storage,” I explained. “Come I will show you. I requested for the fridge to be stocked with a variety of fruit.”
My flower witch would consume only sweet fruits and treats if it was her own decision to make. Perhaps I spoiled her. I was inclined to indulge her in all ways. I knew that I had to have a stricter stance with my pet—not doing so created chaos and I wanted harmony between us—yet it was difficult to deny her anything.
I led her onto the bus. The servant making the beds bowed his head in acknowledgement and pressed himself against the wall to allow us to pass.
The back of the bus was split in half with a small seating area around a table to the one side and the two fridges, a sink, and cupboards to the other.
