“That is never a problem with you,” Vale assured her.
Ivy laughed again. There was something desperate underneath it, as there always was when the pollen set in.
She reached for him. Vale bent obligingly, capturing her in a kiss. He had never kissed so much until she came along. He assumed it was a mortal preference. But now he could not get enough of it: her tender mouth, her hungry tongue. The way she panted against him, never shying away from his fangs as he expected her to. Even when she had not been under the influence of the pollen, she had not shied away from them.
Something began to glow. Vale opened his eyes to see her eyes glowing behind their lids, even as she continued to kiss him.
Ivy broke away, chest heaving.
“The throne,” she said, her eyes glowing, her voice strange and deep once more.
Vale frowned. Was the void…speakingthrough her? It never sounded like that in his head, but he could come up with no other explanation.
Ivy shuddered, her eyes going back to normal. “Sorry! The throne… We need to be on the throne.”
She pushed at him. Vale walked back, settling on the smaller throne. It was covered in uncomfortable vines, but he did not care. Not when Ivy was sitting on his lap, grinding against him like she was already close.
“Please,” she said, pulling her dress up. “Vale, Ineedit.”
Vale reached for his robes, pulling his cock free through the fabric. A not-insignificant part of him wanted to push her over the arm of the throne and mate her like that. But hewasexhausted, and Ivy seemed just as happy to stand up on his lap and sink down on his cock.
They groaned in unison as he filled her. Ivy was so short she had to squat, taking a mere half of him before she stood back up, legs trembling.
Then she sat down. His cock filled her so thoroughly that it bulged in her stomach every time she lowered herself.
Vale gripped her hips, taking care not to dig his claws through her dress.
Ivy stared up at him, her face slack. “H-harder.”
Vale snapped his hips up. Ivy groaned, her head falling into his chest. For a moment, all she could utter were choked-off moans. Then she lifted her head, her cheeks so pretty and pink, Vale had to kiss her.
Ivy moaned against his lips, then pulled away. “Your claws. Do it harder.”
At first, Vale did not understand. But he tightened his claws experimentally, checking her reaction.
Ivy’s eyelids fluttered. She let out a cry, riding him faster.
Vale pressed his face to her hair, inhaling deeply. There was a hint of bitter pain underneath her sweet pleasure. But if anything, it only made the desire smell more enticing. Ivy certainly seemed to think so, her moans reaching a fever-pitch as she rode him.
Vale thought that she had been suffering through the pain for the sake of her pleasure. Now he understood what had been missing since he cast the spell that allowed her to take all of him, no pain required. The pain was part of her enjoyment.
Vale dug his claws in deeper. Blood trickled into her dress, and Ivy giggled. It was such an unexpected response to bloodshed that Vale could not help but marvel at her. His strange little offering, who wormed her way into his life with the intent to destroy it, only to go against her people to help him save everything he held dear.
It made him want to slow down. To quieten the eager rocking of her hips, to bask in her closeness. But the pollen was working its magic inside her, filling her with desperation to climax as fast as possible. So Vale reached down and rubbed at her instead, urging the process along.
Ivy yelled and stilled, trembling in his arms. Then she sagged, and the scent of pollen faded into her usual sweetness.
Vale took his claw tips out of her hips, ignoring the hunter-brain that awakened within him at the scent of blood. He lifted her up and down on his still-hard cock.
Ivy moaned weakly. She squeezed around him, always so eager to please.
“You will stay here,” Vale said into her hair. “Be my queen. That is partly why your uncle sent you, yes? In the hopes I would lift you to godhood.”
“I wouldn’t call having a—ohhh—a void in my headgodhood,” Ivy panted, grinning.
Vale nuzzled her sweaty skin. Then he took her chin, tilting it back until she was staring at him while he lifted her easily up and down.
“I never wanted power,” Ivy said. “That was my uncle. I just wanted—oh!”
