Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
I’ve done messier things in my time with them, I suppose, though I don’t relish the idea of sleeping in stiff, dried sheets.
Luthian doesn’t pull back the coverlet, which makes it a bit better. I slide across the silk with a giggle. The fluid on my skin hasn’t dried at all. Too bad it isn’t the ogre cum, I think. I quite enjoyed that.
I lie back and wait, watching the rise and jerking fall of Firo’s chest.
“I apologize for the mess she’s making,” Luthian tells him. “I just couldn’t bear to let you bathe her in yours without doing it first.”
I doubt that Firo’s raging, straining cock is too troubled by the thought. If anything, it flushes even darker.
“Come on, then.” Luthian opens my legs for Firo. “Hop in.”
Chapter Fourteen
As if unleashed, Firo is on me before I see him move. Faeries are fast, I’ve learned, when they wish to be. There is no art in his fucking. He merely wishes to spend. Having endured the talents of Luthian’s “pet,” I assume the denial was torturous. Firo plunges into me without hesitation, sobbing aloud in relief as he sinks in to the root.
“Wrap your legs around him,” Luthian instructs me. “You won’t hurt his wings. He’ll move them.”
I tentatively lift one knee back, and Firo’s wings unfurl over us in an autumn-colored canopy nearly as wide as the one over the bed. Emboldened, I lift my other leg around his waist. It changes the fit of him against me, brings him tighter to me, and I gasp. It’s so different, feeling another body atop mine, lying between my legs and inside of me. My skin prickles with anticipation everywhere it touches his. I find I must put my arms around his shoulders, too, and cling to him, pressing all of his flesh against mine.
Firo’s hips move to withdraw, and he plunges in again before Luthian can stop him with a sternly barked, “I haven’t given you permission to fuck her. Only to enter her!”
Sweat drips from Firo’s brow with the agony of his restraint. “Please. I can’t take anymore. I have to come.”
It’s unfair of me, but I intentionally ripple my muscles around him and giggle at his groan. Perhaps I can make him spend without him ever having to move. How disappointing that would be, I imagine.
“Poor Firo,” Luthian says with a sly smile my way. “I fear you may be in some danger. She has a devious look about her.”
“It’s as good as they say,” Firo gasps, sweat dripping from his forehead and onto mine, and I remember what Sarta said about faeries enjoying human pussy.
Luthian glances down at his nails. “I wouldn’t know. All right, I suppose you may take your reward.”
He wouldn’t know?
Firo’s fingers sink into my thigh, gripping me with bruising strength. My question over Luthian’s words evaporates from my mind, consumed by the strength of Firo’s body moving against mine, our skin sliding together, aided by the slippery fluid coating me.
“I can’t hold out,” Firo sobs, his hips lurching forward punishingly hard.
“I think you’ll find that you can,” Luthian says mildly.
Firo’s eyes squeeze tightly shut. His movements lose their rhythm, and his mouth drops open to emit a groan.
He freezes. Luthian chuckles archly.
“Remove the spell!” Firo gasps.
“I will,” Luthian says. Then, at Firo’s sharp glance, Luthian holds his hands up innocently and adds, “I promise. But this is the first time Cenere has ever experienced this. I want it to be good for her. Don’t you want to make it good for her?”
“I want to come!” Firo snarls, his desperation making him a wild thing. He pummels his cock into me and I squeak in surprise and pain, but his determination leaves him after a few futile thrusts.
Luthian clucks his tongue in pity. “You are free to come once Cenere has.”
It shouldn’t be difficult; the intimacy of our joining intensifies every sensation. But the thought of him spending inside me triggers a thought I’ve never had before. “Guardian… can a faery make a human pregnant?”
“Yes,” Luthian answers, and at my wide-eyed panic he adds, “But only with intention. He will not release living essence into you.”
“It won’t matter because I will be dead,” Firo seethes. “Please, Cenre. Please make yourself come.”
I move a hand between us to relieve us both, my fingers playing a tune they know very well over my clit. I lock my ankles together behind his back, arch up from the bed, every muscle drawn tight with my impending release.
I should have known better than to take Luthian at his word, because the moment I reach the apex, the heartbeat that I’m about to tumble over...
I don’t.
I gasp and blink up at Firo, and he knows. I’m trapped in the same state as he is, suspended on the very edge of release. It’s always as terrible as the last time, and Firo has suffered this way for hours.