He placed his hand over mine and twined our fingers together before bringing the back of my hand up to his lips. “I’m glad I met you too, angel. So very glad.”
With that, he dropped my hand and got up to check the fish, focusing all of his attention on the task at hand and refusing to look at me.
“Dinner is done,” he said in a somber tone and moved the fish away from the fire.
He removed two wooden bowls from his satchel and placed several strips of fish in each. He sprinkled another pinch of herbs over the top before passing me my bowl.
It wasn’t often that we ate fish in Grafberg, and I looked down at my bowl with skepticism.
Wisps of steam wafted off of the fish, carrying with them the scent of parsley and dill weed. The aroma, my overwhelming hunger, and the fact that Selvyn had so lovingly prepared it was enough to convince me.
He watched expectantly as I broke off a piece and put it in my mouth. It was flaky, with a light crisp, tasting mostly like the herbs he’d used to season it with a mellow fishy aftertaste. It was much more appetizing than the watered down fish stews I was used to in Grafberg.
“Do you like it?” he asked.
“It’s delicious. Thank you.” I gave him a warm smile before taking another bite.
When we finished our meal, Selvyn collected the bowls, giving them a quick rinse in the river before tucking them back into his bag. He stretched out by the fire, his muscles rippling with each of his movements. It brought back memories of how solid he felt beneath my fingers. How he felt buried deep inside both of my holes.
Warmth built between my legs and I rubbed my thighs together, seeking whatever friction I could.
Selvyn quirked a brow at me and let out a dark chuckle. “Come here, Iris.” He beckoned me over with a curl of his finger, his tail swishing back and forth through the air behind him.
I joined him on the furs, lying so the front of his body was pressed tight against my back. The hard lengths of his cocks dug into my backside as I leaned against him, exposing the column of my neck.
“Is there something you want, Iris?” Selvyn asked in a low growl as his lips grazed over my skin.
“You, Selvyn. I want you.” My body was on fire, completely overwhelmed with lust for this being—this cambion—that cared for me and fucked me like no one else had ever done.
His tail crept beneath my dress, sliding along my entrance before swirling against my clit.
“Shit,” I said with a moan and arched my back, pressing harder against Selvyn’s cocks.
“Mmm,” he whispered in my ear. “So wet and ready for me. How would you like me to take you, Iris?” he asked, his tail continuing its ministrations on my clit.
“I-I want to ride you,” I all but moaned. “I want to ride both of your cocks until you fill me with your cum.”
Selvyn’s tongue danced along my skin and the clawed tips of his fingers dug into my waist. With ease, he lifted me on top of him so I was straddling his waist, his cocks and my pussy separated by only a thin layer of clothing.
He rolled his hips beneath me and I threw my head back with a breathy sigh.
“Undress for me, angel,” Selvyn said, digging his claws deeper into my thighs.
I was frantic for him, desperate to get him inside of me. Without hesitation, I wrestled my dress up and over my head until I was completely nude.
My body hummed with excitement as I flipped his skirt up onto his stomach, exposing his thick, red cocks. Fluid leaked from the tips, and I had the overwhelming urge to taste it.
“What are you doing?” Selvyn asked as I shimmied down his body and leaned forward.
I looked up at him and smiled. “I’m going to taste you now. Suck these cocks dry.”
Without another word, I plunged my mouth onto his upper cock while I worked the lower with a fierce grip.
“Fuck,” Selvyn groaned. He wrapped my braid around his hand and thrust into my mouth just the slightest. “You feel so fucking good, Iris.”
“Mmm,” I hummed around his shaft. His flavor coated my tongue, enticing me to take him deeper.
Up and down I bobbed my head, taking each ridge into my throat until my lips caressed his balls. I reached out with my free hand and massaged them, feeling them grow tight in my palm.
