“I want to mate you forever, my lady. I never want my todger to be anywhere else but your slick cunt,” he says.
My body reacts to him with another series of pulses which make him groan.
“You will be the death of me, my sweet mare,” he rasps, slowly withdrawing from me.
I’m gathered into his arms, my legs shaking so hard I don’t think I could have walked anywhere, and he carries me back through to the enormous bath, walking into the water and gently lowering me in.
I hiss a little as the liquid hits my, now extra sensitive, lady parts.
“Hazel?” Warden queries. “Did I hurt you?”
“You’re big, Warden, but I’ll be fine.” I smile at him. “You were really good, for your first time.”
“I wanted to give you pleasure,” Warden says as he collects a selection of cloths and bottles, bringing them over to me. “Now I want to be sure you are comfortable.”
He dips the cloth in the water and pours out a small amount of pale cloudy lotion onto it, squeezing to create a lather, before he manoeuvres me onto the shelf where, and I feel myself colour, he ate me out before. This time, he opens up my thighs and carefully cleanses my pussy, humming a little to himself as he takes care in his work.
“That should assist, my lady,” he says, helping me back into the water once again, where I float in the warmth, my back against his chest as any residual ache slowly disappears and we are comfortably silent in each other’s company.
“Was that really your first time?” I ask Warden as I watch the water drops run from my fingers.
“A Brag only mates with his fated one,” Warden says. “And even then, I should be a full Brag, not the partial creature I am with my mortality stolen,” he adds. “But then the Yeavering is not a place where anything is entirely certain, save for it is the Yeavering.” He traces a finger over one of my peaked nipples which has broken the surface, making me shiver. “And that you are my fated mate.”
Something blooms in my chest, something which, I realise, for a long time, I haven’t had.
Hope.
I know a little more about who I am because of Warden. I am something more than the landlady of a tavern in a lost land. I am the mate of a powerful monster. All of these things I was not before. It’s a good feeling because the part of me which was somehow lost, the part I tried to ignore, it was here all along.
I pull in a breath, resting my head back against him. “I hope I lived up to everything you expected.”
“It was nothing like I expected,” Warden says. “It was even better.”
He spins me in the water so I can look into his face. “I thank the Yeavering for delivering you to me. And I can’t wait to help you reunite with your sister.”
The feeling in my chest only expands further. “Thank you.” My voice is hoarse. “I hope maybe she has some answers for me.”
“You do not recall everything?”
I shake my head and stare at the sword lying beside the bath. For once its presence has no comfort for me, even though I know I will not leave this place without it by my side.
“I don’t suppose it matters so much,” I say. “I’ll find out when I find out.”
“Like so many things in life,” Warden says, seriously. “But most things, fight or not, will resolve.”
“What about your…job?” I query.
“The Shadow Keep needs its jailer, but it can manage without me for a while,” Warden says.
“Knock knock,” Meg bellows from outside before she bustles in with an arm filled with towels. “Good to see you are mating, Brag. I was beginning to wonder if it would ever happen.”
Warden growls at her as I sink lower under the water, my cheeks heating.
“And as for you my dear, before you get pregnant, you’ll be needing some answers to why you’re here.”
“I…” Words fail me as I look between Meg and Warden.
Even with all the talk of breeding, I hadn’t really consideredpregnancy.
