For a second time, Silvertongue licked the tip of his thumb clean of juice. This time, Nettle didn’t look away. She watched shamelessly, and drank in every detail of his mouth closing over it.
It made her shiver, the sensation creeping over her. It flushed from her cheeks, over her shoulders, down, tightening her nipples into little peaks, caressing her belly and settling deep in her nethers.
She could have bit down on her fist at the way he threaded his fingers together and put them behind his head, his arms flexed in either side. It was too much.
She felt the low, gravelly rumble of his voice, as he lazily quirked a brow and asked, “So, why did you leave your Fey Court? Did you get tired of everything being perfectly suited for you?”
She swallowed.
“...I wanted bigger things for myself.”
He rolled his eyes, unsated. “That’s a simple answer.”
“Ask me something more complicated.”
His dark, hungry eyes held hers, rooting her in place. “What makes a firebug glow?”
She could feel his stare warming her up, from her cheeks to low in her belly.
“Hard to say,” Nettle shrugged, rolling onto her stomach. She propped one hand up under her chin and trailed the other over his stomach. Immediately she felt too forward, and pretended to brush some dirt off his shirt. “But I have some theories.”
She watched his nostrils flare before he asked, “What theories?”
Nettle nearly flared, knowing she held his attention in the palm of her hand. It was her last few nights outside of the court, she thought again. And likely, she would never see him after this.
“Well, it’s noteverytime something excites me,” she offered, her voice soft, “But I can feel the glow all the way up to my navel.”
Just fucking hump his abs already, she told herself. It felt inevitable, like she was set on a course to flare so bright and so hot she would combust in it. It would either happen now, or in her sleep while she dreamed of straddling his lips and clinging to his tusks.
As she spoke, Nettle traced a hand up her thigh, over the swell of her bottom, over her hip to her stomach. She watched his throat bob as he swallowed, his gaze focused hard on her as he licked his lips.
Silver clearly knew an invitation when he saw one. He reached out, and she couldn’t help but notice the way his hand shook a little as it neared her. Was the tremor from nerves, or the effort it took to be careful with her?
She laid back against his palm, and before she knew it, his thumb had slipped up under her petal dress, finding her breast to tease. The calluses on the tips of his fingers dragged over her nipples, making her gasp out loud, “Oh, Silver!”
With a tug, he pulled her petal dress off, and she stood naked in his palm. Then he dragged the tip of his finger through her folds. She was already slick between her glowing thighs, the evidence glinting off his fingertip. Gently, he transferred her to his other hand and tasted her wetness off his finger.
She glimmered, she flared, she flashed, hot and tooth-grindingly needy. She had to look away when his head tipped back in a groan, and caught a glimpse of his arousal.
The tenting in his pants would likely have been enough shelter for her, if not for the beast contained within. His cock gave a lively twitch, and Nettle immediately began pulling at the leather ties to free it.
In a moment, the fabric of his pants fell away.
Nettle stared up at it, the shadow it cast over her. It was taller than her certainly, and too wide to even consider, but still she ached to climb atop it.
With a flutter of wings, she brought herself closer. She laid a palm against his cockhead, felt the heat radiating off him, the pulse in the veins that decorated it, and the softness of its skin. A polished edge of gold pierced through the dual slits.
Best of all was the shudder Silver gave at her touch. She landed primly, straddling the shaft the way some might sit on a fallen tree trunk.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Silver gasped, as she laid her body down over it.
“Riding you,” she answered, rolling her hips against him. She pressed her body fully to his velvety hardness, wrapping her arms around the head, rubbing her tits on it. It was so warm and soft, and humping her body against it was making her wetter. Silver's grunts of pleasure spurred her on.
“Firebug,” he murmured, grinding his teeth together as he held back another noise. “You feel so good.”
She licked a long, wet stripe up the cockhead, and his hips bucked. She clutched her arms around his cock as the world shook for her.
“Gods, your fey touch,” he panted, his brows drawing together. “You’re so warm.”
