“To give you pleasure…to taste your juices right from the source…and to hear those soft, helpless little sounds you make when you come.” He gives me a smile, his eyes lazy with lust. “The real question is, why wouldn’t I want to taste you, sweetheart? There’s literally no downside.”
“It’s embarrassing,” I protest. “And…and dirty.”
“Dirty?” He frowns at me. “How could it be dirty? You just had a bath a few hours ago. I washed you myself.”
“Which is the reason I’m in this mess in the first place,” I mutter.
“Look, let’s start slowly,” he suggests. “Let me help you with your nipples first—let me try and ease the ache. Then we can talk about how to deal with your soft little pussy—all right?”
I nibble my lower lip indecisively…but the painful ache I feel in my swollen peaks is getting to be too much.
“All right,” I say at last, in a small voice. “How…how do you want to do it?”
I expect him to put me on my back and do what he wants, but he surprises me.
“Come over here and lean over me—feed me those gorgeous tits, Princess,” he growls softly. “Let me suck your sweet nipples and make you feel better.”
Biting my lip again, I do as he says. Crawling on my hands and knees, I come to the head of the bed and bend over him. This causes my breasts to come out again, right through the slits in my nightgown. My nipples are red and achy.
Valen looks at them and I see something like compassion in his eyes.
“Poor little Princess—that looks painful,” he murmurs.
“It is,” I admit in a low voice. “Please…be careful.”
“Of course I will.” His deep voice is unexpectedly gentle. “I would never hurt you, baby. Please trust me.”
I have to admit, his little nicknames for me used to annoy me…but tonight I find them comforting.
“All right,” I say. “I’ll try.”
“Good girl. Then come here…let me make you feel better.”
I lower myself further, until the swollen, aching peak of my right breast is just inches from his mouth. His breath is warm against the sensitive skin, a teasing promise of relief. He doesn't grab me or pull me down. He waits, his dark eyes holding mine, letting me make the final move.
With a shaky sigh, I close the distance, guiding my nipple to his lips.
His first touch is not a suck, but a soft, careful kiss placed directly on the inflamed tip. A gasp catches in my throat. Then the flat of his tongue swipes over the peak—a broad, gentle stroke that soothes the burning flesh.
The relief is instantaneous, a soothing balm on a fever. He repeats the motion, licking slowly, as though savoring the experience.
"See?" he murmurs against my skin, his voice a low vibration that travels straight to the place between my legs. "Just cleaning you up, Princess. Just taking the hurt away."
He's right—the sharp, throbbing ache begins to recede, replaced by a different kind of sensitivity—a deep, tingling awareness centered entirely on where his mouth meets my body. His tongue circles the areola, tracing the puffy, tender flesh before returning to lave the nipple itself. He's methodical…thorough…his movements slow and hypnotic.
My eyes drift shut. The tension in my shoulders, which I hadn't even fully acknowledged, begins to melt away. A soft, involuntary moan escapes me.
"That's it," he encourages, his lips brushing my skin as he speaks. "Let it go. Let me have it all, sweetheart.”
Emboldened by the diminishing pain and the growing warmth pooling low in my belly, I press my breast more firmly into his mouth.
Valen takes the invitation, his lips closing around me in a soft, warm seal. The suction is gentle at first—a faint, steady pull that draws the lingering residue of magic and discomfort from the very heart of the tissue. It feels like he's drawing out the poison that made me so uncomfortable.
But as the pain truly fades, something else awakens. The gentle pull isn't enough. The heat between my legs, momentarily forgotten, returns with a vengeance. It’s making me feel hot and wet and slippery, which only makes the ache I feel there worse. I don’t want him to stop, though. I shift a little, trying to ease the ache between my thighs.
Valen seems to sense my heightened desire—or maybe he can just smell the change in my scent. The compassionate healer in his eyes gives way to something darker…hungrier. The suction deepens…the soft pulls become firm, rhythmic draws that make my back arch, pushing more of my breast into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth. His tongue, which had been soothing, now flicks and presses against the underside of my nipple with deliberate, stimulating pressure.
"Ohhh…" I moan, helpless to stop myself. The sound is a breathy confession.
