Page 98 of Acedia

“Yes,” I agreed immediately because why hadn’t I thought about that? What a wonderful idea. “Iris, if we have sex right now, I might find it difficult not to put a mating mark on you. It’s permanent. There’s no turning back from that.”

“Okay. Will you take my dress off?” she asked sweetly.

“Of course.” She was wearing one of the flowy ones I’d requested Astrid get for her, in a deep purple color that I found very striking. With some maneuvering, we pulled the fabric outfrom under her legs and over her hips before I dragged it up her body, sucking in a breath. “You’re not wearing anything under this.”

Iris bit her lower lip, trying to hide a smile. “This was going to be my distraction plan if you said no to my proposal.”

“Do you really think I can be distracted simply by the sight of your naked body, princess?”

Her cheeks flushed. “Honestly? Yes.”

I pulled the dress over her head, tossing it onto the chair next to me and kissing the tip of her nose. “You’re honestly right. I would probably agree to anything just at the mere sight of your breasts. And this sweet pussy?” A tendril of shadows snuck out to rub between her legs, making her jump. “It owns me.”

“More, Damen,” she rasped, spreading her knees as far as she could on the chair and gripping my shoulders tightly.

“So greedy,” I teased, though my voice was too strained to sound like I was teasing. Iriswasgreedy for me, and I was just as fucking greedy for her.

I sent a thicker tentacle to play with her pussy, while increasing the pressure on the one that was grinding against her clit. Two more appeared to tease her nipples, and Iris opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue expectantly, so it would be rudenotto send a shadow limb down her throat too.

“You look so beautiful right now,” I told Iris, smoothing my hands over her ass as my shadows swirled around her. “So fucking beautiful.”

Her scent sweetened again, the movement of her hips growing a little more urgent.

“That’s not going to be enough, is it? You need my tongue.”

Iris made a muffled, desperate noise of agreement. She cried out as all the shadows vanished at once, grasping at my chest and shoulders like she could pull the phantom limbs back out of my body.

“Stand for me,” I commanded softly, cupping her ass and helping her to stand with her feet either side of my legs on the chair. “I won’t let you fall.”

“I know.” The pure confidence in her voice was one of the best feelings in the world.

My claws lightly pricked her soft skin as I dragged her forward, sliding down a little in the chair so I could perfectly angle my mouth beneath her dripping cunt. “What a feast you’re giving me, Iris,” I murmured, swiping my tongue up her damp inner thighs, cleaning up the slick that was clinging to her skin.

“Can we maybe have less talking right now?” she suggested breathily. I laughed silently, nipping her leg with my teeth before getting to work. If my princess wanted me to be using my tongue for other things right now, then that was what she’d get.

I groaned as Iris lowered herself a little more, seeking out the pressure that she was craving. Even though the angle was slightly challenging, Iris was so primed that she was coming almost instantly, her legs wobbling alarmingly until I pulled her down onto my lap, rubbing my cock against her clit as she rode out her waves of pleasure.

“Damen,” she gasped, reaching between us and wrapping her hand around my shaft. I almost came from the visual alone. The movements were clumsy and unpracticed as she lifted herself up on her knees and lined my cock up with her entrance.

“That’s it,” I encouraged as she sank down, taking me inch by inch. “You’re so beautiful, Iris. You’re taking me so well. I fucking love the way you feel.”

Her hands found my knees behind her, and I nearly swallowed my tongue at the view of her arching her body up, hair trailing down magnificently behind her. Most beautiful of all was the view it afforded me of her throat—smooth and unmarked, ready for my bite.

My ring looked nice on her finger, but not nearly as nice as my teeth marks would look on her neck.

Iris’s movements were slow and intentional as she rolled her hips, using her arms and thighs to lift herself. She was clearly experimenting, figuring out what felt good, and I was more than happy for her to use me as she saw fit.

“Good?”

“So good,” she breathed, pushing herself back up and wrapping her arms around my shoulders instead. I took over, bouncing her on my lap, the lewd, wet sounds we were making filling the courtyard.

“I’m going to knot you,” I warned, acutely aware that the possibility I would get her pregnant was very much present.

“Good.”

“And I’m going to bite you.”

“Even better.”

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