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Ash’ren

Instead of nightmares stirring me in the middle of the night, it was usually Searra backing that ass up on my stiff cock. This night, I snuggled deeper, coating myself in her post-sex scent, like lavaberries and cream. She made one of those sexy fucking sounds in her sleep and I caved, letting my inner primal beast claim her again. Her body yawned open easily thanks to the sheer number of times I’d taken her while we were supposed to be sleeping.

We dozed back to sleep and woke entangled, my knot throbbing with need. I nudged it against her opening, but she mumbled and rolled away, dick slipping from her cunt’s warm embrace.

I growled and pulled her against my chest, grinding my cock and knot through the slippery area of her thighs.

“No, Ash. We don’t have time for your knot.”

“I never want to hear those words again,” I warned. Granted, my knot required a considerable amount of time, but I was never disappointed by the immense pleasure of stuffing her full and swelling her with seed. One of my favorite pastimes forever henceforth would be rounding her belly and holding it like she was with child, then suckling her teats like they were heavy withsweet motherly cream. I had all the time in the world when it came to that.

“Then my cock,” I compromised as I slid through her slit again. Her answering moan jolted through every vertebra of my spine, straight to the tip of my leaking cockhead.

“Y-yes.”

I roughly twisted her to face me and grabbed thick handfuls of her ass. She liked being manhandled, and I was too gone for this woman to hold back. Tilting my hips, I pulled her leg over my hip, claiming her mouth at the same time as slamming inside her cunt. The tunnel I’d paved myself was still open and ready, the tight velvety heat milking me with every thrust.

It didn’t take long for my dam to burst. Her inner walls palpitated, strangling my cock in waves as she came, her nails digging into my chest. I ate the cries straight from her throat and rocked them together until the last drops dribbled inside her and her body stopped convulsing.

“Quick enough, Firefly?” I growled at the sight of her glossy, post-orgasm eyes, my gaze dropping to her lip stuck under her teeth. “Don’t look at me like that unless you’re ready to retract your request.”

She giggled and pushed me away. As she crossed to the washroom, beads of white raced down her thighs. I grasped my knot and squeezed to release more pressure.

“Coming?”

“We don’t have time to fuck, but we have time to bathe?” I grumbled.

“Time foryouto bathe, my big stinky warrior.”

“Don’t try to come up with nicknames. You’re shit at it.”

“Like Princess Tootsie is any better,” she called.

“I was a novice.”

Water splashed from behind the partially closed door. I grunted as I sat up, swiping my hands over my face. I followed ata leisurely pace. Searra’s insane washroom was fit for a king, and after fucking my Firefly crossways all night, I felt pretty fucking royal. Nothing like the tiny bucket in my tower cell, it was wide and long enough to fit a demon with an extra three feet on me, plus a guest or seven.

“You look as though this is the first bath you’ve taken since returning.”

“You tease me, but there are many things I’ll never look at quite the same.” I’d meant it good-naturedly, but she hummed and turned away, a twinge of pink on the back of her neck.

If a bird crashed into her window, she would take responsibility for its shortened lifespan. I’d yet to devise a plan to effectively relieve her of the burden she assumed for my banishment, but I would. Somehow.

“In the tub,” she commanded.

I typically preferred my baths so hot they boiled, but when she perched on the tiles behind me, I could’ve been in the tepid water of the tower for all I gave a shit. Her feet splashed into the water, gently clasping around my center. She massaged the muscles of my shoulders, my nape, even ran through my hair to the crown of my head and back down. I didn’t realize I’d been making noises until I became aware of her giggling.

“What’s so funny, Princess Tootsie?”

The laughter abruptly stopped, and she tugged my horn, jerking my head back for a clear view of her scowl. “No.”

I grinned and rested my head back against her perfectly pillowy thigh, gazing at the love of my life. I could fucking die, could drown in this tub right now, and die a happy man. But she wasn’t smiling anymore. She looked troubled.

“What’s on your mind, Firefly?”

She shot me a look that said,that’s better, but darkness quickly shadowed her features again. For a while she remained silent, massaging my sore muscles. She picked up a bar ofcardamom soap and worked it into a lather. Starting at my horn, she worked the suds from the top of my head to between my shoulders.

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