He hums thoughtfully, “Then I’ll talk you through it. Every second. I won’t stop until you feel better.”
My breath catches.
“Touch yourself. Slowly. Like I would.”
My fingers dip between my thighs. The water sloshes quietly as I shift. He groans softly.
“Fuck. Just like that, Lumi. Slow circles. Think of my hands instead of yours. My tongue.”
My fingers twitch. I press harder
“Does it feel good, Saelûn? Do you wish it were my fingers instead? Me kneeling beside the tub, touching you, feeling you tremble?”
A whimper slips out. “Yes...”
“I’d be so gentle,” he purrs. “Until you begged me not to be.”
A sharp gasp escapes me.
“I’d spread your thighs apart and bury my tongue in your pretty little pussy until you forgot your own name,” he growls. “Only my name on your lips.”
Holy shit, did he just say pussy? Hearing Andrik say dirty words in English was not on my bingo card for 2026. Usually, I can't understand most of what he's saying because he slips so deep into Vraksûn when he’s horny.
He exhales like it hurts to hold back.
“You'd be dripping for me. I'd bury my face between your thighs and taste how badly your body needed mine. Lick every drop until you’re begging to be filled.”
My hand moves faster. I can't hold back the moans that are spilling out of me.
“Look at you,” he whispers. “So fucking beautiful like this. Let me hear how that pussy purrs when you think of my words—only my words, Lumi.”
My hips lift off the bottom of the tub, sending water splashing to the floor. A pathetic moan escapes me.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that. You’re doing so good for me.”
Tension builds higher. His voice feels like silk in my ears, coaxing the most raw reactions out of me.
He clicks his tongue.
“So swollen, you poor thing.”
The taunt in his voice does terrible, beautiful things to me.
“I'd give anything to taste you right now, Saelûn. But this is also sweet. You coming all over your own fingers just because I told you to.”
“Please—” I beg. “Please—I’m almost there.” I whimper.
“Say my name.”
“Tyrian,” I moan.
“Again,” he says softly. “Say it again for me. Just like that.”
“Tyrian,” I repeat, slower this time.
That earns me a rough exhale. I half-open my eyes?—
“Keep them closed, love,” he warns, voice suddenly sharper. “Remember, if you open them, the game ends.”
