Page 71 of Victoria's Discovery

Vi’kail could scarcely draw breath as she slid her hand into his pants to palm his steel-hard shaft. Her gasp and the feel of her walls clenching around his finger in response to what she found had masculine pride swelling in his chest.

Groaning when she began pumping her fist over his length, he returned to her mouth, nipping and tasting her as he palmed her breast, flicking and rolling the hard tip between his fingers.

Faster and faster they rocked against each other, her little fist shuttling over his cock as he forced a second finger into her tightness, fucking them in and out of her hard enough to make her body shudder, filling the closet with the wet sound of her cunt.

Her whimpers turned urgent and her legs tightened around his hips, trying to draw his shaft closer to where they both longed for him to be.

Crik but he wanted to give in to her wordless demand. He wanted to be inside her more than he wanted to breathe, to feel the tight heat squeezing his fingers clenched around his cock instead.

But some things were unforgivable. There was still a chance, however unlikely, that she would not hate him once her need was slaked. But if he fucked her, if he filled her with his seed, there would be no going back. She would be his. Good intentions and knowing she deserved better be damned. He wouldn’t be able to let her go. Ever.

Tearing his lips from hers, he dove at her breast and pulled her hard tip into his mouth, sucking on it mercilessly as he sped up the circling of his thumb on her pleasure nub.

Her walls trembled and a strangled cry escaped her lips. Releasing her breast, he hissed against her mouth, “Yesss. Come for me, little flower. Let me feel your pleasure.”

She moaned his name as she came, dragging him over the precipice with her. His knot swelled, the frills at the base of his cock undulating, as seed erupted from him with such violence it forced grunts from his throat.

By the time they both stopped convulsing, Vi’kail was shaking like he had a crikking fever and his legs felt about as strong asZurelliannpanoodles, but he managed to brace himself with an arm against the door and continued to gentle her down from her peak with shallow thrusts and ever slowing circles on her nub.

He knew he’d thoroughly painted her hand and stomach with his release and, while he should feel shame for coming at all, he found the idea of her wearing his seed darkly pleasing.

Almost in a daze, he found himself stretching his thumb up to collect some of that seed before returning to her nub, smearing it there.

Realizing what he was doing, he blinked free of the animalistic haze and swallowed hard.

Wanting to ease the feeling twisting in his stomach that he’d just tainted her with his touch, he jested, “Crik me, but you could lead aLiasheemonk to bad choices.”

The slow stroking of her hands on his shoulders and the ends of hisbatalhalocksstopped. He felt tension creep into her limp frame a moment before she whispered questioningly, “Bad choices?”

He knew immediately he’d crikked up.

Before he could figure out what to say to fix his mistake, she spoke.

“Nevermind. I’m sure Catty and whoever was meeting her are long gone by now.”

One of the things he loved about Vee was how expressive she was. He could usually guess at how she was feeling by the tone of her voice alone, but just then, it was void of any inflection.

He set her down reluctantly when she wiggled and listened as she adjusted her clothes. Vi’kail could physically feel her shutting him out.

“Vee… ”

“Don’t. This was… fun. Yeah. We obviously both had needs, but they’ve been met so we can go back to being just friends, now. No need to make a thing out of it.”

That… was more than he’d hoped for. She still wanted to be friends. So, why then, did his heart hurt so crikking much? Why did he feel as though that moment was the one in which he lost her?

He hadn’t ever had her, had he?

He couldn’t make his voice work and just stood there, listening, as the woman he craved more than air cleaned his touch off of her and fixed her clothes so no one would know what had just happened. And it was his fault.

“Right. Cool. So, uh, where’s Snitch? I should find him. He’s probably worried. Or causing mayhem,” she tried to jest, but her short laugh came out forced.

Ungluing his tongue, he tried to clear the tightness from his throat and answered hoarsely, “He was still soothing the relocated animals when I left him. He is likely in our– your rooms now.”

The sound of her movements paused for a beat.

“My rooms. Right. Can you hear anyone out there?”

He paused to listen, but no, he didn’t and hadn’t heard anyone out there in a full span. He didn’t want to tell her that, though, because as soon as he did, she’d leave. He wanted to keep her near, if only for a moment longer.

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