He untied his breeches and let them fall away. His cock was proud and tall before him, throbbing and firm. He was a beautiful man, lean and slight, yes, but no less of a man for it.
He stepped in again and kissed me, but this time one of his hands slid down between my legs. I moaned into his parted lips as he pressed upon my folds. I was already wet, as his fingers explored me, thrilling me. With all the pent-up desire surging between us it wasn’t long before I wanted more than just his fingers.
My lips moved to the side of his face and I whispered. “I want you, Silence.” Then, I moved him, turning to push him down on the bed. He sat on the side of the bed and I moved on top of him, straddling him. I was both slow and careful, but desperate with hurried need as I lowered myself upon him.
And when my loins ground down upon his, and I felt his fullness inside me we both gasped with trembling pleasure.
His hands came up to cup my breasts as I began to move, hips swaying and grinding upon him.
We were both desperate and bursting with heated urgency. This was his first time and I knew he’d not last long. I could see his eyes and mouth go wide in the moment before he couldn’t restrain himself any longer.
“Yes,” I breathed, giving him permission, as I pulled myself closer to him. His lips touched my breast and I too felt a moment of trembling pleasure as he gasped through his first release. He pulled me tight to him as he shuddered, his lips finding the tight bud of a nipple to suck and play as he surged within me. It was enough to send another thrill vibrating through me, mild but satisfying.
Then he released my breast as he gasped again. His eyes clenched shut, mouth open as he shook with his continued, convulsing bliss.
And when, finally, he’d finished and untensed, I pushed him back to lie on the bed and laid myself down, pressed atop him, kissing him gently.
“I… I’m not done, I can—” I hushed his lips with a kiss. I didn’t care. I’d felt needed, desired, hot and intimate, and had even experienced a thrill or two. I had not expected him to be a master of himself his first time out.
“Thank you, Silence,” I whispered above him, my brown hair falling around us like a veil. And I meant it. I was truly gratified and thrilled at how he’d reacted to me. I felt sexy and wanted.
“Thank me later,” he said and suddenly was rolling us over.
I laughed at the playful turn of events. He drew himself out and we shifted, moving to lay fully upon the bed as he knelt between my legs. He reached down between us and I felt a spike of bliss as his fingers began to work. He grinned. “Haleia knows a thing or two about how to give you a bit more. I… couldn’t quite hear her over the pounding of my own heart before, but now…”
And Haleia was a proficient instructor indeed, as Silence’s deft fingers began sending thrill after thrill through me. I didn’t care how I looked in that moment, though I must have been a sight, chest heaving with gasping breaths, eyes rolled back, then closed, lips whispering unknown words.
I let out a cry of surprise when I felt more than just his fingers pressing against me. It seemed he was quickly ready for more. He lowered himself a little, pushing into me. His hands on my hips pulled me close, pushing him deeper. Then his fingers were back to where they had been, now caught between us as he moved within me once again.
I’d been on the verge of an orgasm, and the welcome surprise of his fullness hard within me sent me headlong into a powerful release. My entire body tensed and flexed as I closed around him. He began to thrust, slow and steady, as his fingers continued to work wonders. The combination was driving me completely mad with bliss.
I grabbed the heavy blankets, balling them into my fists as tears of utter, amazed joy slipped from beneath my clenched shut eyes. I rode the waves of a perpetually building orgasm until his pace finally picked up. I felt a second, body clenching orgasm pound through me as Silence drove to his second release. We merged, joining fully in bliss, gasping and crying out as we clung to each other.
We lay in a twitching pile for some time after that, sweaty, messy, and spent.
“Thank you, Haleia,” I said, once I’d regained my breath enough to speak.
He laughed, and I joined him, feeling light and free and wonderful in that moment.
I stayed with Silence that night. I hadn’t thought I’d sleep well the night before the tests, but in his arms, I found peace and slept far more soundly than I had in a long time.
In the morning, I slipped back to my room quickly to prepare, then the three of us made our way to the testing grounds along with about two dozen others.
This was it. My time to shine… hopefully.
Chapter 15
I satin the circular theater, watching the tests before mine, we all did.
The Royal Elis Theatre was three levels of steep seating formed in a circle, with no seats on the northern side of the theater; that side was dominated by the stage and its three levels. The stage and rings were covered, but the center was open to the skies above. The stone yard would be for the “masses” who wished to stand — there was no seating — and see a show. Today, it was in that open center area where those being tested performed. The Noble House representatives sat on the stage, looking down at the would-be Nobles. The leaders of the nine Houses sat, watching, each with their second-in-command standing behind them. There were few in the kingdom who could not name these powerful figures.
First among them was Queen Whitewing of Owl House; the Royal House. Her second was Merlin, a slight and small woman with a very intense look. The queen herself was relaxed and resplendent in a gorgeous white, flowing gown. Her long white-blond hair settled around her, icy-blue eyes intent on the tests.
Fang, leader of the Pterolycus — or Winged-Wolf, for those who were less literate — Noble House was a large and broadly built man, powerful and dark of complexion with sweeping black hair and dark eyes. His second — and if rumors were true, his lover — was a tall and also strongly built woman named Retriever. She had beautiful black hair, cut short, and golden eyes. Together the duo looked both proud and dangerous. Lady Kitsune, who’d trained me at Silverveil, was a member of that House.
Next was one of my idols, Lady Skyfire of Wyvern House. She had flame-red hair and burning yellow-orange eyes. Behind her was Drake, her second. A rare duo were they, both with dragonesque forms, the rarest of avatars. He was tall with well-cropped brown hair and eyes which were constantly in motion. He seemed to be looking everywhere, on watch.
Another beauty, was Lady Silvermane of House Pegasus. She was actually the queen’s daughter, but had chosen to start her own House instead of joining her mother’s. So, she looked much like the queen, with silver-blond hair and those cold blue eyes. She was young for a House leader, but already had a House which rivaled or exceeded the others. Dove had been lucky to have been chosen by her. Behind Silvermane was Lord Horn, a massive man with grey in his dark hair and steely eyes. He’d been Silvermane’s bodyguard for years and had become her second within the House. A dangerous fellow if the tales were true. Mild-mannered most of the time, until his charge was threatened, then a vicious and fearsome protector.
