Page 102 of Acedia

Iris whimpered impatiently as I climbed on the bed behind her, grabbing her ass a little more firmly this time and spreading her cheeks to admire the feast before me.

“Damen…” Iris warned, though her voice was too breathy to sound any kind of serious. “We don’t have that long.”

“We can arrive late.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Fine, fine, fine.” I sighed, squeezing her ass affectionately. “The things I do for you. We could have made a whole evening out of this.”

I adjusted my position before she could tell me off again, half hanging off the end of the bed so I could taste that sweet slick directly from the source, roughly massaging her clit with my tongue from behind, just the way she liked it.

Iris let out a breathy moan, instinctively rocking her hips back but my shadows were holding her in place. And while I accepted I couldn’t take as long as I’d like when we were due to attend the Modra feast this evening, we still had a little time to ourselvesand it was a rare afternoon off for both of us. I wanted to make the most of it.

I picked up my pace, feasting on my wife’s cunt like it was the food of the very gods themselves. Iris was as desperate for me as I was for her. Within minutes, her legs were trembling, toes curled up as she came with a soft cry.

“You’re impatient today,” I teased.

Iris laughed huskily. “Less joking, more knotting, please.”

I groaned. “You know I can’t say no to you. I wanted to play with you a little more.”

“Later,” Iris promised. “You can tie me to the bed after the feast.”

Well, in that case…

I used the shadows roped around her to roll her onto back, grinning as she relaxed into the movement and let me position her body exactly where I wanted her. Without any prompting, she grabbed the back of her knees, pulling them up and opening herself to me.

Unable to resist, I settled my face between her legs again because Iris was the best mate and wife in the world, and she deserved more orgasms.

“Damennn,” she rasped, throwing her head back. I glanced up the line of her body, admiring the prominent mating mark I’d put on her throat all those years ago. I never got tired of looking at it. I never got tired of the bond that connected us, that let me find her wherever she went.

I’d been lazy and often idiotic in my younger years, but I’d had the foresight to pursue Iris. At least I’d done that right.

My claws dug into the backs of her thighs just enough for Iris to feel the sting—exactly the way she liked it. The moment her legs started to shake, I moved over her, sliding my cock home as her orgasm hit, shuddering at the feel of her squeezing around me.

I lost control of my shadows completely at the sensation, and Iris took advantage of her free wrists by grabbing my horns and dragging my head down to rest in the crook of her neck.

“You feel incredible, princess,” I breathed, pulling out so that just the tip remained before thrusting forward again, bumping her a little up the bed. “Fuck. Are you sure we have to go to this stupid feast?”

She used her grip on my horns to turn my head to the side, brushing her lips against the shell of my ear. “Very sure. But I’d like to go with your cum between my thighs so get to work, husband.”

“Anything you want, princess,” I muttered, wholly focused on filling her with every drop of cum in my body.

It never took long when Iris begged, and it was even faster when she demanded. I had no will power where she was concerned. I couldn’t resist her.

“That’s it,” Iris murmured, teasing my ear lobe with her teeth, her heels digging into my back. “I love you, Damen.”

Fuck.

She was playing me as adeptly as she played her harp—she knew I was helpless against those words.

I muffled my moan against her skin, pleasure ricocheting through my entire body as my knot swelled. The sensation tipped Iris over the edge, and I nearly came again as she tightened her grip on the sensitive base of my horns.

For a long moment, we stayed intertwined in silence, only the sounds of labored breathing filling the room.

“You did that on purpose,” I accused affectionately.

“We can’t be late!” Iris’s hands absently drifted down my back. “You’re just as excited about the feast as I am, don’t lie to me.”

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