My bride.
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
Naomi
When morning comes, I give a delighted stretch, body aching in all the best ways. Wranth’s knot filled me for most of the night, locking us so tightly together that I sleepily teased him it was our new tether. My core clenches, and I feel the ghost of it in me. I’ve never felt so full, so completely satisfied.
We talked late into the night, making plans for our future. There are still lots of things to iron out, but for now we agree that we both want to live in Moon Blade Village and make this cottage our home.
And I know just what I want to do our first official morning together here in our new bedroom.
Wranth stirs against me, spooning my back, and I slide forward so I can roll over to face him. Then I dive under the furs.
My hands find his morning erection, fingers playing over the piercings that line the underside. He groans as I replace them with my tongue, teasing his length before sucking the fat head into my mouth and hollowing my cheeks.
Orc seed, sweet and creamy, coats my tongue, and I moan. How delicious! Like caramel sauce.
The furs fly off of me in a burst of light and cool air. Wranth watches me suck his cock, his eyes so intense it makes me shiver.
“Goddess, you’re beautiful,” he growls.
I grin around his girth and take him deeper, stuffing my mouth full of his glorious cock. My hands wrap around the base and stroke. More and more of his delicious come fills my mouth, making my clit tingle with desire. I straddle his leg, bearing down so his knee grinds against me exactly where I need.
My hips undulate, moving faster and faster. God, it’s so hot to see him like this, his whole body straining as I suck on him.
Wranth groans, his hands fisting in the furs as his hips lift to meet my mouth. “My bride, I’m close.”
I speed up, sucking so hard it hollows my cheeks.
With a shout, he comes, orc seed filling my throat. I swallow as much as I can, but it pours out the side of my mouth to splash all over my hands.
The added aphrodisiac sends a jolt of lightning through me, and I grind harder against his knee. I come, my mouth releasing his cock as I cry out.
Huge hands gather me into his arms. Wranth kisses me hard and deep. “My beautiful, amazing bride.”
An hour later, after cleaning up and grabbing some breakfast, we return to the teleportation stone.
Zephyr, Shadow, and Aldronn wait for us, packed and ready to go.
“Brokk and Garint haven’t returned,” Aldronn says.
“I’m so sorry.” I grimace. “I assume they’re somewhere on Earth, but I don’t know why they didn’t find us like Shadow and Zephyr did.”
“They went through the door the second it opened,” Wranth says. “Perhaps it was more erratic at first and flung them farther away?”
“Maybe?” I spread my hands wide. “It did seem extra violent, probably because I opened all the doors of Faerie when I opened that one. Maybe Lukendrevener knows?”
“The dragon has not returned either,” Aldronn says, his voice carefully flat. I get the feeling he’s as upset about the abandonment as Wranth—he’s just better at hiding it.
“Damned dragon,” Wranth snarls. “Let’s get everyone back to Moon Blade Village. I asked Dravarr to call another meeting.”
I ferry all of us to the cleaning stone clearing outside the village, bringing the door crystals along. Everyone waits for us in a repeat of the previous day’s meeting. I pop in and out, moving quickly, these in-realm teleportations easy with the help of the red crystals. In only a few minutes, we’re all there.
Shadow hurries over to Mist and drops his door crystal at her feet. “We have a way to Ketalia!” They rub cheeks, their happy purrs filling the clearing.
Zephyr joins the other unicorns and sets her crystal on the ground. “And the unicorns now have a way to the home plains of Umbria!” One of the black ones pokes their head into the wavering shimmer of the door, then pulls it out when Zephyr bats them with her horn. “Not yet, Dash. You pookas! Always so impatient.”
“Yes, let’s get this meeting started,” Sheevora booms. “You have done it, human witch. You have reopened the doors of Faerie.”