"Oh."Well, I guess that explains Sam's absence then. I had not even thought that the village had a name, but of course it does, why would it not?I feel my cheeks heat with embarrassment.With all the training I have been going through, I have not done much exploring of the place outside of the training grounds and Sylvie's cottages, no wonder I had not seen Sam and the prince around much."Why is he being so cagey about that? And what is important about the north wall?"
"That I do not know," Sorin says. "But that is near where we were training you earlier. Maybe something happened he needed to look into?"
I hope not."Maybe, but I did not notice anything when we were out there."
"You wouldn't have. Like I said Sam is good at detecting things people don't want found. He probably saw something that we did not catch."
"Is it safe out there?" I ask, because honestly it does not seem like whatever thing Sam is looking for is easy to conquer, seeing as it had almost killed him in the past. I know he has the prince as a backup, but I am still unsure how reliable the prince is. He has admitted to me that he is only really playing for himself. What if he views Sam and Sorin as his pawns as well in his grander scheme? Is that why he is willing to play along and let me have them for now? Will that all change the moment he gets what he wants?
I hate that my newfound powers are more of a hindrance to us here than a help. It seems like Sorin and Sam have been close comrades in my father's battles, and I know that Sam would likely much prefer Sorin's help over the prince's, but my lack of training makes me a liability, leaving Sam without a valuable ally.
"Nowhere is truly safe, Firefly," Sorin says softly, placing a gentle kiss on the top of my head. "Wherever you go there will be a battle that needs to be fought. A piece that needs to fall before you can get to your final destination. It is something that Sam and I know well, and you too will learn. Sam can handle himself. I have no doubt he will be fine."
"Okay, but if he is not back soon, we must go find him."
"If he is not back by dawn, I will go find him, you should remain here with Sylvie if that is the case." I give him a look. "I will come back, but we both do not want you in any danger if we can help it."
I do my best to remain calm. "Fine." I acquiesce, slumping back against Sorin.I guess he is just as aware of my helplessness as I am.My thoughts sour further.
Sorin notices and pulls me to face him. "It is not that I think you incapable, Firefly," Sorin whispers, running his fingers through my hair. "I believe with my whole being that one day you will far surpass even Ptheryeth's most skillful, but I hold true to what I said before. If there is ever a possibility for you to get away from an encounter before it is life threatening, I need you to run. I refuse to take you into a situation where that could be the case unnecessarily. If Sam was to somehow go missing and I were to take you with me to find him, the possibility that you would not survive that encounter is far too great. I will not endanger you, Lace. I refuse to put you at risk and most of all I will not lose you." He kisses me and I return his kiss with fevered passion.
His fingers tangle in my hair as he pulls me onto his lap. I feel his thick erection straining for my entrance through the coarse fabric of his pants and I moan rubbing myself gently against it. "I love the way you taste." He whispers against my lips as a thick vine wraps itself around my waist. His hands trace themselves up my waist making their way to my breasts before he squeezes them gently. I cry out as he pinches one of my nipples and he chuckles against my lips. I pull away from him, my heart racing as I remember that this activity has consequences, but when I look around, the room is not bathed in fire.
"H-how?" I whimper out as he presses gentle kisses along my collarbone.
He pauses his kisses to glance around the room. "How are you feeling?" he asks. His hands still caressing me softly.
Horny as fuck, but…"I do not feel the same warmth I usually do," I whisper.
He nods. "You likely drained yourself during training," he says a small smile at the edge of his lips.
"You can do that?"
"Definitely," he says. "If you do too much at once you need to recover, during that period it is harder to access your powers. Not impossible to do but it is dangerous."
"So does that mean…"
He smiles. "You aren't going to burn down the cottage… if you would like to continue?" He pauses.
I answer him with another kiss. Lifting me, his vine tightens around my waist as he walks us both back over to the bed in the other room and places me delicately on the mattress. Pulling off my clothing, he sucks in a breath at the sight of my dripping pussy. Ripping off his shirt, he pulls my legs until my ass sits at the edge of the bed before he kneels before me, throwing my legs over his shoulders, and starts devouring my pussy. I clutch at the blankets and my body starts to hum. I squirm against hismasterful tongue. His vine holds me firmly, ensuring I cannot wiggle out of his reach as he sucks my clit into his mouth. Firelight flickers at the edge of my skin but quickly dims and extinguishes. I pant, desperately trying to hold onto anything to keep me grounded.
"You are so fucking responsive." One of his fingers slips inside of me, curling to rub just the right spot. "Such a beautiful pussy, Firefly. I can't wait to bury myself so deep inside of you that my cock is all you can think about for the next week." His thumb is rubbing circles along my clit as his finger rocks itself in and out of me. "Do you think you can take that, Firefly? Can you take my cock like a good girl?" I explode into a million pieces around his finger. "Such a good girl," he growls. "Again." He sucks my clit back in his mouth, continuing to pump in and out of me as his vines encircling my breasts flick at my nipples. I let my eyes drift shut, overwhelmed. My body feels hot as tiny currents are zinging their way along my skin, heightening my euphoria. I try to focus on them, but find that my thoughts are fractured. My body too focused on reaching for its next orgasm to allow my brain room to think. I open my eyes and reach for Sorin's hair as I feel my orgasm attempt to take over, but before it can crest, the room darkens causing Sorin to lift his head. I whimper in frustration, pulling at the strands.
A chuckle sounds in the doorway and Sorin grabs some blankets to shield me from our intruder.Another fucking cock block, you cannot be serious.
Chapter thirty-nine
Taking Care of Business
Sam
Finding my way back to the field, I notice dirt that looks out of place around the same spot I saw that boot earlier. Touching the ground, I rub the soil between my fingers causing sparks of magick to zing up my arm.Hmmmm…Sensing that the magick travels deeper into the woods I follow its path trying to find where it leads. The way it weaves about the trees makes me certain that this path is not made by some sort of animal.It curves and doubles back meticulously, making its origin and ending hard to find.No, whoever was here attempted to disguise their tracks, making them difficult to follow for the average person.Unluckily for the interloper, I am a master in all things having to do with concealment. I make easy work of discerning which path will take me to where they ultimately ended up. Passing a few caves along the way, I take note of them in case they may prove useful later. As the path of magick grows stronger, I mull over what disguise I will use when I eventually come upon the intruder.
I find a clearing that has a thick cloaking spell around it.Ah there you are.Testing the spell, I try to see what kind of magick I am dealing with.Looks like a redirection spell.I trace the little streams of air whipping around the area.The air currents are supposed to direct whoever may come upon it to travel in a different direction, but these are not foolproof. If someone is already lost, they can easily wander past the spell. Its biggest weakness is that it is only useful at cloaking against those who are looking to find it. I wonder what his back-up plan is if anyone were to find this place accidentally as it is not terribly far from the main cottages.Deciding on the perfect disguise,I puncture the magick with a finger and it crumbles deliciously, revealing a large tent framed in wood, rope and white sheets. I absorb the residual magick into my skin, prohibiting it from alerting its owner of my arrival. Walking deeper into the clearing, I change my appearance as I go so that I look to be an older, weaker man. My hair greys, my limbs turn frail and I change my gait to more of a hobble. Arriving at to the tent I rap on the wood, a commotion sounds from within. A glass breaks followed by a barely audible "shit," then silence.
I wait a minute before letting out a feeble "Hello?"
The white sheet peeks open. "Who are you and how did you find this place?" A large man stands on the other side of the tent door, a large axe in his hand. I roll my eyes internally.
