Page 29 of Hers to Rule

Cisco looked her over but didn’t add anything. He handed her the camisole that sat folded at the bottom of the table. With a nod of thanks, she pulled it over her head.

Greta stood with a pensive expression for a few seconds. “I think if you spend some time relaxing first like you did earlier, it’ll be over before you can get twisted up. Once I measure everything and get the forceps in place, it’s quick.”

Mari smiled at her infectious confidence. “Okay. Let’s get it done.”

Cisco rubbed his thumb gently over the side of Mari’s neck. “You don’t have to do this to impress me, you know.”

She looked up into his face. “I’m doing it to impress me.”

“Good enough.” He leaned to kiss her temple. “What can I do to help?”

“Lay her flat and keep her relaxed.”

Cisco worked the table and then smiled down at her. “Your tits look hot.”

Mari laughed. “She was right to put you on relaxation duty.”

“I haven’t even started, Mariana.” He covered her mouth with a soft, chaste kiss. His desire unfurled, stroking lightly against the edges of her magic.

She breathed in the scent of him, the essence of him, the orange and spice tickling through her like the sweetest promise. Cisco had always made her feel safe. Protected.

“Rio?” Greta asked.

A moment later, Mari felt Rio’s touch at her hips, pulling her skirt and panties down her legs. She wondered idly if he folded them neatly and placed them somewhere in a careful pile but she couldn’t see anything beyond Cisco’s smiling form hovering over her.

“I’m going to raise some stirrups now and get you situated. Then I’ll measure a few things, just like we did before.”

“Okay,” Mari said, proud that her voice was so steady. She closed her eyes and took a couple of deep breaths.

Cisco ran his fingers down the side of her neck. “Such a good, calm princess,” he whispered into her ear.

Rio and Greta positioned her legs, then Rio took up a position opposite Cisco and picked up her hand. They both anchored her, their affection for her relaxing her.

Greta was efficient and professional. After a few minutes of manipulation, she said, “Okay, your anatomy looks good. There’s going to be a bit of a pinch when I place the forceps to keep the important stuff out of the way. Uncomfortable but not painful. Then just like the others, there’ll be a sharp prick followed by a little tugging while I put in the hardware. Then I’ll heal it.”

“I’m ready,” Mari said, her eyes still closed. Her voice sounded distant and a little dreamy. Once again, the darkness held peace and something else that drifted just at the edge of her perception. Each time she tried to focus on the something in the dim expanse, it faded out of her awareness as if it had never been.

Cisco hummed. “She is way down there, huh?”

“I think it might have something to do with her magic,” Rio murmured.

The pinch was just as Greta had described it. Sometime later, pain lanced along her nerves, but the gasp that escaped her wasn’t prompted by that surface sensation; it was from the pleasure that blossomed underneath, that sense that something important was just out of reach tempted her again. She fought against the urge to lift her hips.

Cisco gripped her chin and kissed her, pressing his tongue into her unresisting mouth. His hand slipped under the camisole and fondled her breast, his sharp-tipped finger toying with the new piercing. The distraction worked admirably, giving her a focus for her desire. She grabbed at Cisco’s shirt, tugging him closer.

Between her legs, Greta worked the hardware through the piercing with a few quick movements. The crawling sensation that meant Greta was healing the wound started up almost at once, and the pain abated at the same time, leaving behind only the desire.

“All done,” Greta said. “I’ll email care instructions. You want me to step out?”

“Won’t be necessary.” Cisco straightened and scooped Mari off the table, wrapping her in the sheet that had been under her. “Rio will handle the bill.”

Mari clung to him as he whirled away. The world blurred around them as Cisco dashed through the house. Cisco took them into a dim room she didn’t recognize and closed the door. He placed her on her feet, ripped the sheet away, and dropped to his knees, lifting her at the same time.

His mouth was on her in an instant, his lips tenderly seeking out the new piercings in her nipples one at a time. They made every move of his lips and teeth and tongue explosive. She writhed against the door. Groaning in frustration, she ran her hands over both of his horns, trying to tug him lower, where she needed him so badly.

Cisco chuckled against her skin but didn’t move on from his incessant teasing. He parted her slick folds with his fingers and found the piercing between her legs. He toyed with that one at the same time as he played with the one in his mouth. Her magic pulsed through all three at once. She cried out in desperation. She felt like she was coming undone, and he’d barely started.

He lowered his head slowly and used his tongue to search out every secret crevice of her body along the way. Cisco paused to lift her up and place her legs over his shoulders, using his strength to push her back into the door. An eternity later, he found the new jewelry in her clit, his clever mouth manipulating it in ways that made her shiver and plead.

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