She remains silent as he sweeps back to the throne. Questions swirl like a storm in her mind, but the intensity of his gaze holds her hostage.
When he towers over her bare, cum covered-chest, he does not order her to stand. Instead, he kneels before her. With that frigid gaze burning with thirst, he tugs her legs over his massive shoulders.
Has anyone ever dismantled the realms for me before? Not to defend their honor, but mine?
His fierce fixation silences her thoughts. Her heart rate stops right before his mouth ravages her pussy as if he were a man dying of thirst.
His mouth wrecks passionate cries from Aura, who thrusts her hips against his tongue. Every stroke through her wet lips is the satisfaction she has been craving from him. His beard and mustache brush against her sensitive skin in a glorious, rough sensation that leaves her panting. It is only a matter of time before…
Calder pierces her entrance with two of his thick fingers, hitting the soft pleasure point inside.
She explodes.
Her body convulses, and all thoughts dissipate as he wrenches out the most violent, full-body orgasm she has ever felt. The waves of bliss slam against her over and over until her shuddering ceases.
She stares blankly at the ceiling beams, hardly aware that he has her cradled in his arms and carries her back to the suite.
“As much as I enjoyed playing with you,” he kisses her forehead, “this was not a punishment, baby girl.”
Her lashes fall closed, and she hums contentedly.
He remains silent as she collects herself in the post-orgasm haze, which seems to open the floodgates of her thoughts.
“How am I expected to continue along this road when I barely know who I am and what is expected of me?”
A warm cloth brushes against her face, cleaning his cum from her skin.
“Life is cruel to those who seek goodness.” He wipes his release from her breasts. “Part of life’s journey is discovering who we have become and who we’ve been all along. Whether we wish to acknowledge those pieces of us or not.”
She licks her lips as she dries her traitor tears.
“Aura Sigvidsson-Redwood,” He growls her name with such devoted affection she feels her heart skip a beat. “For now, I need you to be someone you are not. Not for long. Until I can safely guide you toward your true fate. Can you do that for me, Princess?”
She nods without looking at him.
“Beautiful girl,” he tips her chin up, “I require your words.”
“You said you didn’t want me. What happened on the throne? I do not know your intentions with me anymore.”
He joins her on the bed. “My intentions are always to protect you.” He encircles her in his arms, clutching her as if she might vanish. “I do not wish to be away from you. But, when I am near you, I cannot control myseidr.”
She sighs into the cozy bedding. “It was calm upon the throne.”
“I will not be the reason harm befalls you.”
They lay in silence. She poises her ear over his chest to hear the distant thumping of his heart. A silent reminder that he is a mortal man. No matter what he has done, he is not the demon that so many fear him to be.
Just as her lashes flutter to a close, she can hear his steady breathing as the warrior chief, barely able to find sleep within his own bed, clutches her as they fall together into a dreamless slumber.
20
AURA
September 11th, Year 21, 10th Era
Coldheart Keep, Skalor
Behind the Princess, Calder hums a sad, archaic tune about a soul’s descent into the Abyss. He inspects a hunk of reindeer meat roasting on the outdoor wood-burning oven of Coldheart Keep. Aura salivates at the rich, savory scent of the roast lingering in the air.
