I arch in his hold, absorbing the pleasure as I suck in ragged breaths. “I think you well know what I’m feeling right now.”
“Still, it’s best to be certain.” Grinning, he lifts me to stand astride him on the settee.
His fingers still lodged inside me, he pulls me forward, my sex moving close to his face. Letting my legs relax, I rely on his fingers to gently lower me toward him. His face is so close his breath teases my dampened skin and hair. Then the tip of his tongue flicks my button.
I cry out, and my pelvis jerks forward so hard I fear I might have broken his nose. But he chuckles, and his laughter provides extra stimulation against my sensitive folds.
His fingers slip out from inside me, and he repositions us, moving one of my legs over his shoulder and the back of the furniture. Then he slides his fingers, still damp with my juices, between the cheeks of my bottom.
“Is this okay?” He presses his finger against my asshole as he looks into my eyes for the answer. He saw Tynan’s cock penetrating me back there.
“Yes,” I say softly.
He presses his fingertip inside me, and I shudder. The motion shifts my sex forward until it’s firmly against his face. Thinking this is a mistake, I try to pull back, but his tongue slides between my cleft folds, probing and lapping and delivering so much pleasure I want to sing.
Over and over his tongue laps my cunny, and his finger pushes slowly in and out of my bottom, the pressure holding me against his face. Then, just when I’m starting to melt, his lips latch over my button, and the speed of his finger’s plunging inside my asshole accelerates.
As he sucks and licks my button, a song of pleasure erupts from deep in my chest, and my hips buck against his face as he drinks me, lifting me again to the very peak of the highest mountain.
CHAPTER 8
Tynan
Xendus and Surath take flight, rapidly ascending to get out of range of the shadowdust cannons. My heart is racing, and my mind is spinning. What the hell has been going on here?
Where shall we go?Xendus asks.
“You’re asking me?”
Surath is worried about Saxon.
“So am I.” Using the enhanced vision I have during flight, I watch the guards drag Saxon toward camp. “Short of you burning everyone on that field to a crisp, I’m not sure how we can free Saxon right now.”
Burning them sounds like a plan.
“What if you kill Saxon too?”
That was a joke,Xendus says.But those humans do deserve to be burned.
“We should get away from here. Let’s regroup so you can shift, and we can all discuss this.”
I agree. So does Surath.
The three of us fly into the mountains of Verax, taking a route not that different than the one Zogar took on the day of the massive demon attack. That day we flew all the way to the border of Khotor.
Where shall we land? Surath is impatient.
I’m reminded that the dragons can have conversations I’m not privy to. That, combined with Xendus’s ability to read my every thought, makes our relationship very unbalanced.
“Maybe we should head to Khotor?” I suggest. “My family is there.” And I need to determine why the klericks were wearing Khotori ensigns, and why everyone who greeted us used my honorific.
In the past, no one at camp acknowledged that I am a prince. When I first arrived, I told my fellow recruits to call me Your Highness. It did not go well.
Xendus chuckles, and I wish I knew how to keep my thoughts to myself.
Surath agrees with the plan to visit your kingdom, young prince.
Excitement builds inside me, despite the obvious mocking in Xendus’s response.
