Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
I grasp her ass and pry her open wider to me as I get acquainted with her, laid before me like a feast.
I am not a proper man, and I do not know if there is a proper way to do this. All I know is that now that I have my consort in this position, and she is enthusiastic to be here, I want her to be encouraged to come back for more. And more, and more, and more.
I leave one of my fingers in between her legs and continue to explore. With her legs locked around my head like this, her sex is amazingly open to me.
I always knew females had an opening here; I’m not a complete fool about the mechanics of how sex works. But to press my forefinger all along her drenched entrance while I suckle at her bundle. . . I’m amazed at the way she starts to go wild all around me. Especially when I slip my finger inside her—oh fuck, inside her—and pull back against the upper ridge of her pubic bone. . . Then I tug back against my mouth, where I lick and kiss and tongue her—
She screams. And I mean screams so loud I almost let her go, except her nails are digging into my shoulder and her hips buck against my face in a way that makes me think the scream is a good thing. So I keep going. And the scream rides up the scale to an octave I’m not sure many mortals would even be able to hear.
She bucks and bucks against my mouth until she finally goes still, that high-pitched whine still coming from her throat.
Then, she collapses against the grass, only the tip of my wing beneath her now because we were both so vehement in what we were just doing.
She breathes hard like she just ran up all the flights of stairs and back down again at once. Several spasms rock her entire body, which has otherwise gone slack, one of her legs falling down from around my neck, the other remaining there haphazardly.
I smile wide and lick my lips, savoring in her juices.
“Holy shit,” she finally breathes out, her other leg sliding off me. I catch it just in time and help lay it gently to the ground.
Her chest rises and falls, her bottom still beautifully bared. Her flushed sex winks at me from between her legs.
“Holy shit,” she says again, breathily. “I didn’t expect that.”
“I cannot say that I did either,” I chuckle, laying down beside her and cradling her to me.
She blinks shyly up at me and then buries her face in my chest. “I can’t believe we just did that.” She covers her face with her hands.
I frown down at her. “Why do you hide yourself?”
I reach down and lift her leg so that she wraps herself around my hip. Torture to my stiff cock but also everything I’ve ever wanted, even if I didn’t quite know it until this moment. She comes willingly, snuggling her body around me like a blanket. But she keeps her face covered.
“Lo-Ren. Why do you hide your face? May I not see you after the pleasure we shared?”
She drops her hands but just smooshes her face against my bare chest instead. “I’ve just—No one’s ever—” She shakes her head and buries her face tighter against me.
I blink in confusion at her half-sentences and run my fingers through her hair. “What do you mean, sweet consort? Speak with me.”
She sucks in a deep breath and exhales against my sternum. Still not looking up at me, at least she speaks. “It’s never felt so good. No one’s ever made me feel like this before.”
I grin over her head and wrap my arms around her to pull her more tightly against me. “I have only begun to make you feel good things, Lo-Ren.”
I feel the shudder that goes through her body at my words, and a deep quake of happiness resonates inside me. Though my lust is still high and unquenched, this feels perfect, just as it is.
Holding my Lo-Ren in the summer breeze by the lake, under the shade of the tall pines. I may not be able to travel to the other realms like my brother Kharon, but I now know what paradise is.
Chapter Nine
LAUREN
Can life actually change this fast? All that day and the next continue to be so amazing. We spend them talking. Eating. He shows me an amazing bath with tons of jets and leaves me to lounge. He gives me time alone that night, not pushing even after what happened by the lake.
He ordered me what feels like a whole wardrobe of clothes that he flies in along with dinner the following day, designer fashions that I’m shocked by. It’s all the things I asked for and much, much more, and I do a little fashion show for him because it’s so exciting to try everything on. Everything fits exquisitely, even though I didn’t think some of these companies made things in my size. How did he have them tailored to my measurements that quickly? The expense must have been insane, but I can’t deny that it feels amazing parading around in a silky Yves Saint Laurent nightgown while we stay up all night talking.