Page 6 of Invidia

I parted my legs slightly, pheromoning all over the place, entirely aware of what I was doing. I was horny, I was attracted to Evrin’s no-fucks-given attitude, and that was as deep as I needed to get.

Evrin groaned, nuzzling in a little closer. There was a faint tickle of something on my bare leg that may have been shadows, and I found myself arching into it, desperate for more.

“That’s… really something,” he rasped, his hands ghosting over the fabric of my dress, following the curves of my body as though he wasn’t sure whether he was allowed to go any further.

“You are single, right?” I asked, squirming slightly against the cold, hard wall. I probably should have led with that question.

“Yes. Very.”

“Then please touch me before I lose my mind.”

I wasn’t a small lady. I never had been, and I was completely fine with that. But it certainly sent a rush of something through me at the ease with which Evrin wrapped an arm around my waist and lifted me onto his lap facing him like I weighed nothing. I didn’t know being tossed around was something I’d even wanted until that moment.

Evrin peered intently at me, clawed hands resting lightly on my hips as I batted vines away from our heads. “Are you sure about this?”

The fact that he asked only made me want him more.

“Yes. You’re curious, I’m curious. I don’t… expect anything from you—”

Evrin’s hands were pushing my dress up over my thighs before I’d even finished speaking, and my brain went to that blissfully quiet space that I so rarely got to spend time in. There was no room for thinking when his claws were gently scraping my thighs, tugging my plain black cotton panties carefully to the side, one knuckle brushing near my clit until my hips started taking over, angling him in the right direction.

I was vaguely aware of a haze of darkness settling around us like someone had drawn a curtain of shadows for privacy. It was like a mini orgasm for my brain, which had always sought out small, dark places to relax in.

“This is incredibly disrespectful of me,” Evrin murmured, not sounding entirely sorry about it. “We’re mere feet away from the entire court. In public. On cold, hard ground.”

“I don’t mind being a little disrespected,” I breathed, the tight seams of my dress stretching perilously with each movement.

Evrin made a rumbling noise of approval, watching my reactions closely as his knuckle explored. In general, it took me a few times with someone to feel confident enough to make demands of what I wanted in bed. But with Evrin, it felt like I’d skipped that first step, somehow. I boldly grabbed his wrist and guided him where I needed him, my eyes rolling back slightly the moment he brushed my clit.

“Right there,” I gasped, circling my hips as I found my rhythm, vaguely aware that I was blatantly using him for my own pleasure. “A little harder.”

He did exactly as I asked, watching me with a look of heated curiosity on his face that had me feeling like a goddess writhing above him. It helped that his other hand was kneading my thigh almost desperately, his smooth, dark cock standing at attention between us, the fat head of it glistening with silvery precum.

He kept inhaling deeply too, like there was nothing more satisfying than my scent.

Everything about his body language screamed that he wanted me, and it made it all feel so easy.

“I’m so wet,” I whispered, which might have been dirty talk if I’d managed to say it in an even somewhat sexy way. Instead, I sounded confused and a little alarmed, because Ophelia’s warning about “extra lubricant” really hadn’t done justice to the waterfall situation that appeared to be happening between my thighs. It was sliding over his knuckles.

“It’s your slick,” Evrin replied in awe, tipping his head down to watch his hand work. “I didn’t realize humans produced it.”

He glanced up, his demeanor changing from obsessively horny to reassuring when he saw the look on my face.

“It’s good, Tallulah.” His voice was low and soothing, and the way he said my name sent a flutter through my stomach. “It means you’ll be able to take me. Maybe this sweet little cunt will stretch around my knot after all.”

I bit down on my lip to stifle my moans as an orgasm I didn’t know I’d desperately needed bore down on me, briefly making my vision white out. The cold, hard ground and the vines determinedly tangling in my hair didn’t exist. There was only Evrin, and me, and pleasure. So much pleasure, I thought I might die from it.

“I want to be inside you, Tallulah.”

I made some muffled noise of agreement, clumsily pulling the fabric of my dress up over my hips—acutely aware that my underwear went up to my ribs to smooth everything out under this dress—and lifting myself up on my knees so he could line himself up at my entrance. Evrin was still holding my panties to the side, his claws perilously close to my sensitive flesh.

I’d never had sex anywhere other than on a bed, with the lights off, suitably disrobed and perfectly comfortable. Everything about this felt so… rebellious.

Evrin pulled me down a little, sliding the tip of his cock inside me. Even that was enough to be alarming. He was so inhuman, so thick.

“Easy,” he murmured, one hand moving around to grip my ass, encouraging me to let gravity do the work, and I felt myself relaxing again at the smooth calmness in his voice. “Take your time. Fuck, you feel incredible. You’re so slick for me. You’re taking me so well.”

For every quarter inch I moved, there was another compliment, and I hoarded them all greedily, hoping I’d remember every single one.

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