There was plenty of natural lubrication. Once I got the flared head fully inserted, and I needed to rub myself to dull down the intense stretch, but my night gown kept sliding down and getting in the way so while still inserted I pulled it up over my shoulders and tossed it aside. God, I missed sex, I missed pleasure. I grinded my pelvis and squeezed my breast while rubbing myself and my body started to sing. It was a symphony of sensations that made me see stars. I sank deeper onto the toy, now the entire head was thrusting in and out of me. I noticed my arousal dripping down the length of it and starting to accumulate on the floor. I moaned hard.
I thought about the way Aurelius touched me, the way Jared made love to me, but then for reasons I could not explain I started to fantasize about the High Lord. I had no control of my thoughts. Faster and faster, I rode just the tip, damn near screaming. I wanted this release more than I wanted to fucking breathe. I thought about Titus’s big hands on me, his massive, beautiful body on top of mine, his strong arms encapsuling me. I wondered how his lips would feel on my breasts. I thought about him thrusting himself in me and pounding me ruthlessly into the mattress and then finally, the release I had been chasing. I gasped like suddenly being able to breathe after being submerged for too long. My legs shook and my body spasmed. I rode out the remaining waves of my orgasm and felt like I was slowly descending back down to solid ground.
I cleaned up my mess, and hid Big Red in my drawer, that’s what I decided to name him. I slipped my night gown back on, watched the fire in the fireplace dance, and for once the sound of the firefly lights did not prevent me from falling into a deep peaceful sleep.
CHAPTER 12
Cercies
DELILAH
Calpurnia burst into my room at sunrise. I immediately felt the pounding headache from a night of poor choices. I rolled over, covering myself in the blanket like a burrito.
“Lila, I’m so sorry, we overslept. Oh Guardians! This is why I never drink. You will be late for training if you don’t get up right now!” she cried.
I noticed her panic was tinged with fear, and I did not want her to get into trouble. So, to the best of my ability, I placed my feet on the floor. When I stood, a twinge of soreness shot from my lower abdomen, and that was my fault too. I was ashamed of myself. In fact, I felt like the shittiest wife in the history of the universe. The worst part was that I could not even explain what had come over me or why I had thought about Titus. The entire night was such a blur.
“Don’t be sorry, Cal. It’s my fault. I’m a bad influence,” I whined.
“Are you kidding? That was the most fun I’ve had in years. I have no regrets. Let’s just try to hurry,” she replied.
She zipped around me, using her magic to gather items of clothing. I found it very odd that, amongst her kind, she was considered low on the power scale. To me, the things she could do with her magic were baffling.
The outfit was a strappy black leather bodysuit. The material was flexible. The bottom portion was ankle-length, with strategic cutouts held together by thin black leather straps that bound the fabric along my thighs, hips, and abdomen. The top half was snug and forced my breasts up, accentuating my cleavage. The cutout, strappy theme continued through the arms, and the back was completely open except for thin straps that tightened like a corset. Even though I was pulled in tight, I did not feel constricted.
Calpurnia then braided the sides of my hair and added them into my messy high ponytail. It could pass as an intentionally teased, messy ponytail, but in reality, it was just slept-on hair. She camouflaged the dark circles of my fatigued eyes with heavy eyeliner. To my surprise, I looked like a sexy badass straight out of a demon-slaying video game.
“This is what female warriors wear?” I asked. It seemed more sexy than practical. She turned her attention back to me, and I could see the disappointment written all over her face.
“There are no female warriors in the Kingdom of Flame, not even female dragon riders. This is the only pants outfit I could find. Sorry if you don’t like it. It’s more like party attire, but I didn’t think training in a dress would be feasible,” she replied.
I nodded and reassured her that I was pleased with my appearance. To be honest, I did not hate it entirely. It was just more revealing than I was used to.Sister Martha was probably rolling in her grave right now.
I had become confident with the layout of the castle, at least the areas I frequented. There was a fruit arrangement in the hall, so I snagged a banana, which was strangely better here. Soon, I found my way to the main doors, where I was told someone would fly me to the training grounds. My leather-heeled boots clicked against the black granite tiles as echoes rang through the grand hall.
Two male guards standing at attention by the main door looked at me as if I had two heads. Their eyes widened. Then it dawned on me that they had probably never seen a female in pants before. They opened the grand doors for me.
A silver-haired male stood with his back turned, petting his dragon. I knew that silver hair and tall, lean, muscular build anywhere. It was Aurelius.
He turned as I approached and looked at me curiously. I peeled my banana and took a bite. His gaze burned into me. I knew today was going to be awkward between us. He had come remarkably close to kissing me last night,dangerously close.
“What?” I asked him defensively.
“What in the Realms are you wearing Delilah?” He snapped. The harshness in his tone completely caught me off guard but what bothered me more was how he addressed me, as just Delilah notLadyDelilah, was this because of last night? I didn’t love being called lady, but he didn’t know that, did he respect me less now, after what almost happened?
“Apparently females have two options for clothing here, dresses or sex outfits, these are the only pants for females in the kingdom,” I defended fiercely.
“You cannot go to a training camp full of brutes dressed like that, please, go put a dress on.” He demanded.
I shifted my weight and placed a hand on my hip.
“I will do no such thing, I like the way I look, besides why do you even care?” I asked, my tone saucy and bold.
“Because I’m responsible for you while the High Lord is away and I don’t think he would appreciate the entire camp eye fucking his future mate!” He snapped.
“So they can’t, but you can?” I sneered while taking a purposely large bite, finishing my banana.
He took a deep breath, lowered his face to his hand pinching his eyebrows together in defeat.
