Seraphina took him in her mouth again as she slid a finger between her soaked folds. She sunk it into her pussy as she pressed her pelvis into the heel of her palm. The sensation was so exquisite that she moaned around Rune’s cock. She knew he was watching her, and what she was doing was probably so arousing to him that he couldn’t resist any longer, and he gently pressed her head down. She welcomed it, closing her eyes and taking more of him in, her attention split between the cock in her mouth and the finger pumping in and out of her as she ground her sensitive spot into her palm. The tension built, promising a satisfying release. She was close, she was only waiting for him totell her he was going to spill into her mouth, and then she’d allow herself to let go too.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. When he started with the compliments, she knew his grip on propriety was beginning to slip. “I can’t believe you’re doing this... to me... with your mouth... I don’t... Ahh... I don’t deserve it...”
She hummed in response, and he could interpret it any way he liked. She rolled her palm over her bundle of nerves and hummed again, sending vibrations through his cock.
“Ahh... I’m there, so close...”
Seraphina moved her head faster, and her hand too, squeezing his base and swirling her tongue around him sloppily. She was making a mess of his fluids and her saliva, but it only added to her arousal. She hummed every time she sank down, having the impression that if she did so, she could take more of him down her throat.
“Yes... No... I mean, don’t stop... Ahh... please... I’m going to... I’m so sorry, I’m going to...”
He let out a strained cry, pushed her head down until the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, and she felt his seed pour into her mouth, quickly filling it. She pressed down on her aching nub and came with him, her pussy clenching around her finger. She rubbed herself through it as she fought to remember how to swallow. He tasted tangy, not at all unpleasant. Unfortunately, a lot of it spilled at the corners of her mouth, and she soon noticed that she’d forgotten to breathe, so she pulled away, panting softly as his seed dripped down her chin.
Rune took her face between his hands and swiped at the corners of her mouth, trying to clean her.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry...”
She licked the corner of her mouth and found his thumb there. He froze when he felt her tongue on his hand.
“Stop saying you’re sorry. I’m not sorry. Tell me how I look.”
“What?”
“Tell me what you see... If you like it...”
He gulped. “I like it a lot. You... Your hair is disheveled. That’s my fault. I hope I didn’t pull it.”
“You should’ve,” she said quickly, and sometimes she was surprised these ideas came to her like they were the most natural thing in the world.
“Your lips are red and swollen, and your chin is...” He exhaled. “You look sinful like this. We’re both going to hell.”
She laughed. “It can’t be worse than here.”
He laughed too. “And you smell... like me. And like you.”
Seraphina removed her fingers from under her shift and rubbed them together. They were slick with her juices, and she heard him curse under his breath.
“Can I...”
She didn’t understand what he wanted. She felt his fingers wrap around her wrist, then he guided her hand to his mouth, and she gasped. He sucked her fingers, tasting her, and she couldn’t help letting out a moan at the feel of his lips enveloping her, the warmth of his mouth that she couldn’t have for some mysterious reason, because he’d told her that she wouldn’t want those lips on her, but she would... she did... badly.
“Thank you,” he said.
Those two words made her blush harder than what they’d just done.
“We should wash,” she said, pushing herself to her feet. Rune helped her, and she clung to him. “We’re leaving tomorrow.”
“We are?”
She saw his shadow fumble with his pants as he tucked himself back in.
“Yes, I think we must,” she said. “It’s time. You’re doing better, and we’ve rested long enough.”
“No, you’re right. And our money is running out.”
She nodded and made her way behind the screen. There was water left from when they’d bathed the night before, and she washed her hands and her chin. She would ask for more water later, when they retired for the evening. Since they’d arrived at the White Horse, they’d taken a bath every night, first Seraphina and then Rune. It was an indulgence, and the innkeeper’s wife had regarded her oddly every time she asked for water and fresh towels. But they didn’t know when they’d get a chance to bathe again after they left the inn, so they took advantage while they could.
“I’ll see if the innkeeper’s wife can give us some provisions for the road,” she said. “And we’ll have a lovely dinner tonight.”
