Page 61 of Threads of Fate

“At least they will know what they interrupted and I hope it makes them feel bad for being on time.”

“Aren’t they supposed to be on time?”

“Not today.” He says as he walks his naked ass out the door. I smile and start laughing. For such a serious man he does have his endearing and hilarious moments. I shake my head and throw the covers off of me. I climb out of bed and head towards my room to change.

I look at the leather pants on my bed. Should I wear these? Or my normal clothes? Should I wear the armor my mother made? That would probably be the smarter option. Right? I pull the armored pants and top toward me. I turn and grab underwear out of my bag. I hear a knock.

“Who is it?” I yell.

“Kreed.”

“Come in.” I hear the door open and close.

“Gods.” He breathes out. I turn around completely naked. He is also still naked.

“You haven’t put on clothes? Kreed!” He looks down at himself and then to me.

“I will. But I think I need to dress you first?” He walks towards me, his cock swelling as he takes me in.

“Kreed. We have things to do. Save those dirty thoughts for later and put him away.” I say looking down at his stiff cock. “He’s distracting.” Kreed gives me a smirk. “Now. How does fae fashion work? What do I wear? Is this normal or is this more of fighting gear? Should I wear my mothers armor?”

Kreed looked me up from head to toe. Lingering on my bare chest. He clears his throat and shakes himself out of his stupor. I grin.

“Your armor would be best.” I look down at the armor while I bend over to put my underwear on. Kreed steps up behind me and then hugs me from behind.

“I feel like an imposter.” I whisper, feeling weird, like I am a girl playing dress up.

“It’s not impersonating when it’s supposed to protect you here.” He whispers in my ear, and places his hand on my upper thighs, “and here,” he drags his hands up to my breasts, massaging them, “and here.” He runs along the edge of my underwear and moves his fingers under them and through my slit, finding my clit. I reach my hands up around his neck and sag back into his chest.

“I don‘t remember metal plates on the crotch of my leathers, my dear.” I moan ruining the sass I tried to summon.

“I like that,” he circles my clit faster, “‘my dear’ is that what you’ll call me?” One of his hands grabbed my breast, massaging and pulling the nipple.

“Maybe.” I roll my hips into his fingers when he dips inside me. “I haven’t thought–fuck.” He adds another finger, slowly torturing me. “Name.” Nothing makes sense coming out my mouth and I get closer to my orgasm. Kreed suddenly spins me around and picks me up. Throwing my legs around him. He backs me into a wall and then grabs under my ass, pushing me up, up, up. Until my legs are resting on his shoulders, pushing my underwear to the side and buries his face in my cunt. He presses his fingers back inside me and ravages my clit. I grip his hair tightly. The fear of falling and the pleasure he brings me clashing together in a symphony. My moans become louder and louder.

I hope the guards are nowhere near my room.

Kreed pushes a third finger in me and sucks my clit into his mouth, setting my orgasm off like a bomb. I pull at the strands of his hair and buck my hips into his face. The stimulation becomes too much.

“Kreed! Fuck Kreed!” I yell. He pulls back slightly.

“Let them hear you scream.”

“Dirty fuckin fae.” I say and yank his head back farther. To stare down at him. “Put. Me. Down, my dear, before I blue ball you.” Kreed chuckles and slowly lets me down. Kissing my body as I go. We stare at each other for a moment. Getting lost in each other. Kreed sweeps a hand past my ear and presses his lips to mine.

“You make it so easy S’rella.” He whispers and steps back abruptly. “The men are here to look for the shadows you were talking about yesterday. Can you give me a timeline of when you’ll be ready?”

The sexual deviant is suddenly gone and the military male returns.

I smirk at him. “Give me ten. I think but I have never put armor on before.”

“I can help you if you want.” I nod and we get busy putting on the armor. They slid over my legs and arms like butter. Fitting exactly perfectly. When I have the armor on, the last thing is shoes. Kreed steps over to the bed and grabs the pair of leather boots. He sits me on the bed and puts my boots on for me.

Always the shoes with him.

“Okay.” He pulls me up and drinks me in, from head to toe. He grunts and turns abruptly. Showing me his magnificent backside. His ass was made by the gods. There’s an indent on the sides of his ass cheeks and it’s perfectly round and biteable. I watched his ass all the way back to his room. I hear murmurs from people sitting in the parlor before I walk through his bedroom door. Dammit. I roll my eyes and suck it up. At least they know I get it good I guess.

I sit on the bed while Kreed gets ready. I stare at the head board and then down to the footboard.

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