My grip on my cock tightened by reflex, but I forced my fingers to relax. I couldn’t do much about the arousal; my body was vividly aware of her closeness as she moved through the tent in near silence. But my ears and mind were attuned to every sound. The heavy thump was her boots dropping to the ground. The supple slide was leather as she pulled down her leggings—then a little mewl of annoyance as her foot tangled in one of the legs. The diaphanous material of her gown whispered against her skin as she peeled it away.
Last was her jewelry. Cyara had wrapped and packed it carefully, and Veyka put it to good use, bedecking herself as a queen should. The metal of bracelets and armbands jangled against one another. The soft click of a necklace being shed. Another little growl of frustration as the small diadem she’d worn tangled in her hair. She’d leave her earrings. She always left her earrings.
I lifted my hand to touch the one in my own ear. A single amorite stud to protect me from the succubus. Veyka had traced it with her tongue more times than I could count.
The furs lifted, a quick cool breeze sneaking in ahead of Veyka, but it would have taken all the snow in the Spine to cool my ardor. She settled herself on her back, kicking her legs to untangle the blankets, stretching her arms overhead and bringing her nipples close enough to my mouth that my beast began to growl. Which made my wife take even longer.
Cruel princess.
She laughed, low and sensuous, the heat of her breath filling the space between us as she rolled to her side, pressing her body against my hip. I noted the weight of her breast as it settledonto my chest, the soft rolls of her stomach where they curved around my hipbone. And the soft mound of her pussy, already hot against my skin.
“You’ve started without me,” she purred. “Were you worried I wouldn’t come back?”
It was dark, but I fuckingheardher licking her lips. Ancestors, save me.
My hand was still on my cock. I tried to pull it away, but Veyka caught my wrist, encircling my fingers with her smaller ones.
“I hope you were thinking of me,” she breathed against my throat, stopping just short of grazing the stubble with her lips. This female was going to kill me.
“You are all I think about.”
She rewarded me by dragging our hands up the length of my cock.
“Tell me, Arran. Tell me what you thought of while you touched yourself.” She was already breathless as she made the demand.
Cruel, cruel princess.
“These,” I leaned over and nipped her breast, cursing the angle that prevented me from reaching her nipple. “So round and full, especially now that you’re eating properly again. I imagined burying my face in them and licking every inch of your skin until your nipples are hard enough to slice.”
Those same nipples hardened against my skin where she pressed into me.
I thrust into our next stroke.
“More,” Veyka urged.
Ancestors, I’d been close before she even came into the tent. Another minute, and I’d spill myself all over our blankets.
“You were taking off your leggings, and all I could think about was how unfair it is that they hide you from me all day.I want to watch your muscles contracting and the wobble of that round ass of yours as you walk through camp, demanding worship like the goddess you are.”
She ground her pussy against my hip as she guided my hand up and down, up and down. A feral little whimper escaped her lips. She was just as tortured as me.
“More,” she demanded.
I’d give her more. I’d give her every last drop of me.
“I was wondering how I could give you what you need, agonizing over it. But I know what you need, Veyka. You need my cock buried inside of you, stretching and filling you until you don’t know where I end and you begin. You need to forget every name, every word, every worry but me. Until I am the only thing in your body and your mind. I knowexactlywhat you need, Princess.”
“Arran,” she moaned, her hips grinding in time with her hand.
“I’m going to come all over you, Princess.” It was the only warning she’d get. She answered by covering my mouth with hers, pouring herself down my throat with a vigor matched only by her hand.
I came apart in powerful spurts that coated her hand, my cock, the juncture of my hips. Veyka stroked me through it, thrusting her hips in time with my orgasm until I collapsed onto the bedroll in sticky mess of my own exhaustion.
I only needed a minute, and then I would repay her in kind.
But my wicked princess did not give me a minute. She lifted her soaked hand to her mouth and began to lick my spend from her fingers one by one in long, loud sucks.
The next sound was the thump of her back hitting the bedroll. Her hips were wide and full beneath mine, a perfect match for the long lines of my own body. I’d fill that time I needed to recover well.
