I nodded and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“Thank you.” Her voice was husky, and I could smell the sweet scent of her arousal wafting off of her.
“How are your feet?” I asked as I slipped off her borrowed shoes.
“They’re feeling much better.”
She laughed as I placed her on the bed and positioned myself overtop of her. I took a deep breath, staring into her chestnut eyes while I tried to find my words.
“Iris, I–”
I felt her breath hitch. She was hanging on my every word.
“I’ve decided to stay.” I wrapped my hand around the nape of her neck and brought my forehead to rest against hers. “I’m going to stay here with you, and Elric, and Marta.”
“Really?” she asked, her lip quivering.
“Yes, angel, really.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck, hugging me tight while we cried. “It’s selfish of me, but I was hoping you’d change your mind.”
“It isn’t selfish.” I sniffled, pulling back to wipe away her tears. “I deserve to have a life, a real life outside of the caves, and I want that life to be with you.”
I leaned forward and kissed her, swallowing the sharp gasp that left her the moment our lips made contact. Our hands roved over each other's bodies, slow at first, but growing more frantic as we kissed. The slithering length of my tongue wrapped around hers, stroking and massaging, reminding her exactly what sort of sinful pleasure I was capable of.
“Selvyn,” she groaned as I palmed her breast through her gown.
My cocks were painfully hard beneath my kilt and Iris’s saccharine scent filled the cottage.
I pulled away and stared down at her, my chest heaving and my composure hanging by a thread. I wanted to rip off her clothes and ravage her, but I had to exercise restraint. The nightgown was a gift, and I wouldn’t be the one to ruin it.
“Undress for me,” I whispered and kissed her neck, biting the soft skin just enough to elicit a moan from her. “Let me worship you and that tight little cunt.”
I rolled off of her, watching from the bed as she rose to her feet.
Iris stared at me, quiet and confident, and slowly undid the necktie of her nightgown. She allowed the garment to slip down over her shoulders, but held her chest, keeping her breasts and the rest of her body covered.
“Beg for it,” she whispered.
Beg for it.
My tail twitched back and forth with excitement and a smirk curled up one corner of my lips. If this was her taking back some of her control–her power–I was happy to oblige.
I stepped out of bed and slowly lowered to my knees in front of her. Digging my hands into the soft globes of her ass, I pulled her close, until my nose was pressed against her stomach.
“Iris.” My voice was low and steady. “Please let me see you. Let me fuck you with my tongue. I beg you–allow me to please you.”
She didn’t utter a word, she simply grabbed my horn and tilted my head back so I was staring up at her. Releasing her grip on the nightgown, she let the fabric slide down her body and pool around her ankles, exposing her nude form.
“Thank you,” I said with a breathy sigh and trailed kisses down her stomach, stopping at the patch of dark hair that sat just above her cunt. I buried my nose in her hair, sucking in deep inhales of her scent. “Do you know what torture it was to sit across from you at dinner? To know that I couldn’t lift you onto the table and feast on your pussy right then and there?”
She shuddered, a light moan slipping past her lips.
“It seems as though my filthy little whore likes that idea.” I let out a dark laugh and moved closer to her cunt, using the tip of my tongue to tease her clit with slow strokes.
“That fucking tongue,” she rasped.
“Grab my horns, angel.”
