Page 29 of Blood of Ancients

It didn’t work. “Is that so?”

Even as I said it, my hand snaked down between us, out of sight, under the covers. It wrapped around the hot pillar of his cock, tracing the outline through his undergarment, and Arne’s face flushed.

After my first time with him, when Corym and I had forced him on his knees and punished him for his deception against me, I had realized the truth of what Arne was.

He was moldable. Wickedly sensual and prone to follow orders in the bedroom. He was my pet, if I wanted it.

And I wanted it now. Even if I was tired.

“Y-Yes,” he grunted, trying to continue his story.

My hand dipped into his pants. I felt warm flesh. Lazily, I circled my fingers around the crown of his leaking cock. Meanwhile, he crossed his arm over mine and slid his spindly, expert fingers between my thick thighs. He made slow circles of my pussy, teasing me with the barest of touches before blindly massaging my clit and making my eyes flutter.

“Tell m-me more,” I croaked, both of us ignoring the lewd actions of the other, trying futilely to carry on our innocent conversation.

Iwasinterested in Arne’s story, but . . . was now the time?

He was determined to make it be, speaking with a throaty tone even as I wrapped my hand fully around his rock-hard cock and stroked him beside me.

“Mine and Frida’s parents were both L-Lepers,” he whispered. His voice was strained now, clipped. “They met and had two babies.”

“Ohhh?” My brow lifted, scrunching when ecstasy ran through me from his fingers dipping inside me. My question turned into a small moan we both ignored. The sounds of rustling bedsheets filled the room. “I . . . I thought you grew up in the same village Rolf Blisdan did.”

“We did. For our—for our—hngh, fuck, little fox.”

“Is something wrong?” I asked with a devious smirk, my hand moving faster under the covers. His cock was velvet-smooth, almost silky. I had him, quite literally, in the palm of my hand.

“For our s-safety,” he finished, trying to continue. He scooted closer, lips brushing against mine, and his fingers plunged deeper inside, curving just right. “Wecame,” he choked out after his full lips fell on mine. “We came back to the Isle once we came of age. Knowing we were magicless Lepers.”

The sounds of our lazy desires swelled in volume, just as Arne’s cock swelled in my hand, close to release. A knot of nerves grew in my belly, drifting, curling my toes.

“Then it turned out I could Shape runes,” Arne said.

I nodded vigorously, trying to pay attention while also unraveling before him. The juxtaposition of what he was saying and what we were doing beneath the covers was agonizing.

I lowered my panties with my free hand, pulled him closer by his cock, until his ridge pressed against my wet lips. Teasing him, I flicked the dripping head of his cock against my soaked entrance. Back and forth, making both of us spiral uncontrollably.

“Gods.” His voice was a moan. He kissed me again, harder this time. “Turned out Ma had slept with a Vikingrune professor. She was banished by the group.”

“D-Damn,” I croaked. My body twitched beneath the covers. I slipped the first inch of him inside me, then pulled him out—teasing my pet like he’d never been teased.

Arne bucked his hips, eyes going to the back of his head for a flash. He dug in and fingered me faster, my wetness drawing quick squelches through the small room, filling it with the scent of arousal.

“Something else happened.” Arne’s voice was quicker now, his cheeks bright red with need, frustration, lust. His hips thrust again, his cock surged inside me, and I mewled as I massaged the base of his dick and kept him from sinking in completely. “T-The Lepers finally had the man they w-wanted, who could—fuck—and c-coming.”

“Hmm?”

Two more thrusts inside my warmth was all it took, since my hand had done most of the naughty, busy work.

I pulled him out of me, flicked his cock over my clit, and he shook his head, veins and muscles flexing near his neck and shoulders.

“Tell me, Arne. Be a good boy and talk to me through it.” I pet his hair, ran a finger over his sweaty face, and cupped his chin.

Then I hugged my curvy body against his. He groaned and loosed himself on my belly and pussy, under the covers.

I jerked from the warmth of him, twitching as I saw stars, and came undone.

Our breaths were shallow pants now, staring into each other’s eyes. A smirk was close to my lips. I put a sex-stained finger in his mouth, so he could taste what he’d just released on me. So he could taste his own potency.

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