Page 135 of The Serpent’s Shadow

Arne

I POKED MY HEAD INTOthe cave to make sure I’d heard right.

“Little fox?” I called out, and my echoing voice came back at me through the narrow entrance of the cavern.

Please say my ears are not playing tricks on me.I’d heard Ravinica’s moans. The slapping of flesh, rising loudly, even past the sounds of the waterfall so near me.

To say it had made me horny and alive would be an understatement. It had filled me with shame, listening to their frolicking, wishing I was in the elf’s place.

I figured it was part of Ravinica’s punishment. I deserved it, even now. After all I’d done to redeem myself, I knew lying and deception was not something easily forgiven. It was a cardinal sin—one I had been working my entire life to undo since I’d betrayed her.

And now this.

“Arne?”

So simple a word. My own name. From her lips, it was the sweetest nectar of the gods, a hymn of epic proportion that made me jump and start as their carnal sounds abated.

I poked me head in, and then pushed a bit more of my body into the cave mouth. “Was that y—” I cut myself off, stunned frozen like my own ice magic had formed blocks around my boots. “Oh. My.”

At the end of the cave, a torch flickered on the ground. Still lit, thanks to the oil slathered on it. Above the torch, behind its licking flames, stood Ravinica and Corym E’tar. Naked, resilient, powerful. Pale muscles and sculpted forms greeted me.

My cock stirred to life, more than it already had while I played voyeur to their tryst. Their bodies glistened with sweat, their breaths shallow, arms draped over one another.

Corym was tall, hung, and authoritative in the way he stood slightly in front of her, like a paranormal beacon of light. He had a glow to him, literally, as if his skin radiated darkness away from it. Alabaster hues enveloped his flesh, shimmered along his long, flaccid cock, and made me feel inferior and titillated at the same time.

Ravinica herself was a goddess plucked from legends. Curvy and wide in her hips, heavy up top, thick in the thighs, with a muscled waist from years of labor and training. Hair windswept, shining silver in the darkness along with her beau’s. Her head was slightly cradled against the shoulder of the taller elf, with a mischievous smile slashed across her gorgeous face.

“You called?” I eked out, trying to catch my breath. I fidgeted for a moment, rearranging my cock so it wouldn’t burst through my damn pants.

“Join us,” she said.

It was everything. Her words gave no wiggle room—no chance at argument.

I simply nodded, dumbfounded. With an increasingly parched mouth I stumbled forward. Lost in a daze, in the need to join these two perfect specimens in whatever they wished from me.

“No,” she said once I’d made it five feet into the cave, and the waterfall had drowned away behind me. She pointed at the ground. “Crawl to me, Arne.”

I blinked stupidly. My jaw dropped open, and then I licked my lips and nodded, just as stupidly as I’d blinked.

I went onto my hands and knees. “Anything for you, queen.”

“Hm. Your queen. I like that.”

She had a playfulness to her tone, though her words were serious and deep. Corym stayed silent, arms crossed over his chest, watching me.

I scuttled toward them like a bug. If this was a test of my obedience, it was succeeding.Iwas succeeding, and it filled me with hope and glee. To grovel at her feet, to kiss her boots—whatever it took, I would do, if it meant winning her back in full.

The rocky path ahead of me bit gravel into my hands and knees. I hardly noticed, moving at a slow, awkward pace, crawling forward like a hound in heat.

When I made it to them, I was tempted to stand up. Or at least sit up on my haunches and await my queen’s orders.

Ravinica tapped her chin. She glanced at the elf, saying, “Corym? If you please.”

This close, I could see cum dripping down Ravinica’s legs, pooling and darkening the soil between her feet. Corym’s cock hung low, glistening brightly.

The elf strode forward in front of me, until his length was mere inches from my face. I could smell both his virility and Ravinica’s potency on his manhood.

“You want to taste your queen, iceshaper?” He grabbed the slab at the base, wagging it in my face, and my eyes danced with its movement. “Then taste her.”

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