Page 48 of Betrothed

“There,” Fawn said breathlessly. “Are you happy now? Could we return to the task at hand?”

She reclined against the blanket he had laid out for her in the cave, bare and beautiful. There was a circle of herbs drawn over her heart, as there was one over Zax’s. His brother’s instructions for the lifebond were simple. And luckily, they did not smell as distracting as the foul oil he had smeared on Zax for the size ritual.

“Anything for you,” Zax said. With that, he reached across Fawn’s naked body and picked up the jar of oil his brother had given them. There was one last thing they needed to do, then the lifebond could proceed.

Zax poured a careful circle around the blanket he had laid out for her. Then, after making sure the two ends of the circle were connected, he climbed into the circle and knelt above her.

Fawn bit her lip. She was smiling, the scent of her arousal heavier than any herb they had mixed or poured for this spell. She toyed absentmindedly with her nipples, and Zax’s tail lashed against the sides of the cave as they went flushed and puffy with the attention.

“Are you just going to sit there?” Fawn asked. “Or shall we get this lifebond sealed already?”

Zax was overcome with a love so hot and huge he could hardly stand it. He kissed her deeply, then pressed kisses to her neck, feeling her pulse flutter excitedly underneath it.

He pulled her legs open. He was naked and hard, his cocks already dripping as he arranged himself between them.

“Zax,” Fawn said suddenly.

“Yes?”

Fawn paused. “This would probably be easier on my hands and knees. Right? And I know you said we don’t need slick, for my… um, my other hole. But do you think we should use spit?”

She was nervous. He could smell it on her, a bitter whiff lurking below her arousal.

“There will be no pain,” he assured her.

“I know, but the… sensation.” Fawn’s nose wrinkled. She was still uncomfortable talking about sex. She never had to with Renly, who took what he wanted and did not care about her pleasure or discomfort.

Zax considered. He, too, enjoyed the wetness of the slide. He stroked her inner thigh, watching her skin break out in gooseflesh.

“On your hands and knees,” he said.

Fawn’s smile flickered back into place. She climbed onto her hands and knees, presenting herself shyly to him. She looked back at him, and Zax had a moment to mourn that he could not watch her face so easily. But she was so appealing like this, bent over for him. And, he considered as he lined himself up to her holes again, this position probably did have a certain advantage over their usual position.

He gripped both his cocks, rubbing his pointed cockheads against her entrances. He spread his precum against her lower hole, getting it damp. Then he bent over her and let his tongue loll out, dripping spit onto not just her holes, but his cocks.

Fawn groaned.

Zax leaned back, rubbing the notches of her spine. “Do you think that will be wet enough?”

“I guess we’ll find out,” Fawn said. She laughed, giddy and anxious. “Put them in.”

Zax rubbed himself over her holes some more, smearing the wetness. Then he pressed in—slowly, just to test the give.

Usually, there was resistance. But this time there was none. Only the tight, hot heat of her holes, both of them opening eagerly around him.

Fawn gasped. Zax heard himself make a low, trilling growl that he had never heard before, his hips jerking forward without his permission.

And still he slid deeper. He meant to pull out, to work himself inside using slow, shallow thrusts as he always did. But he was mesmerized by the sight of his cocks disappearing inside her.

Deeper and deeper and deeper. There was only an inch of cock outside her holes now, which was usually where he met her end and was forced to stop. But there was no end anymore. He just kept sliding inside until his hips met her skin, his cocks fully seated inside both her holes.

Fawn was panting. Her arms trembled as they held her up against the blanket.

“My love,” Zax managed, strained. He rubbed his hand down her sides, feeling the sweat gathering there. “Are you alright? How does it feel?”

“Good,” Fawn slurred. “It’s— I’m good. Oh, gods. You feel impossible.”

She rocked experimentally against him, grinding against his lap.