Page 18 of Valkyrie Restored

I couldn’t stop the moan that left my lips as his tongue licked the little hollow behind my ear. To know he’d tasted me on Hurrit during that passionate kiss earlier, filled my mind with naughty fantasies. Ones that I’d never dreamed of partaking in before. But now that I knew how hot it was to watch Hurrit and Arran together, I wanted all those taboo dreams to come true.

I began to turn my head, to press my lips to his as my panties fell to the floor, and I was snatched up into his arms. He used one of his hands to cradle my injured leg as he swung me around and then lowered me onto the toilet.

To my embarrassment, the moment my ass hit the toilet, I began to pee. He hadn’t even had the chance to release his hold on me. “Kill me now,” I suggested as I dropped my head onto his chest.

“Now why would I do that?” He stroked my hair from crown to my mid back. “I’m loving the fact that your body recognizes me as someone safe. As a caregiver. Because there is nothing that I want to do more than to look after you. And Hurrit is even worse.”

His words helped to ease the feelings my brain said I should feel, leaving me with my true feelings. The ones he listed.

I did feel safe with him and Hurrit. More safe and settled then any other time since I awoke in that hospital. Parts that felt missing before didn’t stick out as much. And to top it all off, I rather enjoyed their brand of caregiving. After spending more than a month in the hospital, being closely monitored, and looked after, I never thought that I’d ever want someone to help me to the bathroom again. Yet, despite my initial reluctance, having Arran help me, didn’t cause the same anxiety, the same unease. And if I was being completely honest, I was looking forward to when they’d have to help me shower. Not that I’d let them know that. No, that was a secret I was closely guarding.

“All done?” He handed me some toilet paper and when I was finished, he lifted me back up into his arms, holding me up by crossing his arm under my ass and squishing our chests together. I wrapped my non-injured leg around his hips which allowed me to feel how much he wanted me.

With each step back to the bed, his boxer brief covered cock slid across my folds, brushing my clit. By the time he laid me on the bed, I panted, needing a release. And the cocky grin he wore as he stared down at me told me he was well aware of that fact.

He smacked his lips. “Need some help with that? Give me a little taste?” He dragged his fingers up my naked thighs, making my brain go fuzzy from lust.

When they were almost to the panty line—or where my panty line would have been if I’d been wearing any—he stopped their upward trajectory, blazing a path across the front of my thighs until I squirmed, wanting them higher.

“I need your words, lass. Want me to help you with your need?” He leaned over me, nipping my lips.

“P-please,” I managed to spit out before he swallowed my lips whole.

The kiss was intense. Fierce. Not like his more happy-go-lucky personality even though I knew he could be serious. … and then he pulled back before diving in again. He repeated the movements, varying the time his lips, tongue, and teeth came into play. But the one thing that remained constant, he never gave me enough time to snatch a full lung of air before he dove in again.

And while he kept my lips busy, his hands didn’t remain still. They roamed over my upper thighs, my abs, and all around my breasts, but they never touched the areas I wanted, no, needed them to.

“Please Arran,” I pleaded with what little air I had left. Spots bounced in my vision.

“I’ll give you what you need, lass, but you need to keep quiet. Very quiet. You wouldn’t want to wake Hurrit.” He lifted my upper body, pulling the shirt over my head.

Hurrit. Shit. I forgot all about him being in the bed with us. My muscles tensed. I didn’t know how I felt about this. Getting the kiss earlier from Hurrit in front of Arran hadn’t felt wrong, but it had been quick, nothing like the kiss they’d shared. But this, this was different. This would be far more intimate than a simple kiss.

Yet, I couldn’t help thinking about having Hurrit awake and watching… maybe touching me or himself as he watched Arran pleasure me. Something of my thoughts must have been written on my face because Arran smirked.

“Naughty girl.” He leaned over me, his matching horseshoe necklace, brushed against my skin in a featherlight caress, making me feel as if I’d touched an electrical socket. “Next time, no, maybe the time after that, we’ll invite Hurrit to play, but right now… I want you all to myself.”

To punctuate his statement, three fingers slid in between my legs and up inside me. A smooth but unrelenting entry, stretching me, making me feel so full without any discomfort. “Fuuuck.”

“Agreed,” Arran said, brushing my lips before his mouth blazed a trail down my chest, sucking a nipple into his mouth without teasing. My body arched at the sensation, but Arran used his body weight to keep me from moving. He gave my nipple a little nip. I gasped. His fingers stopped their movement, holding still inside me as he lifted his free hand and wagged a finger in my face. “Shh, remember?”

I nodded and bit my lip. But when he started his trail down my body towards my pussy again, I released my hold on the sheet and covered my mouth. The soft sound of his chuckle at my actions floated in the air, competing with our ragged breathing.

And then he made good on his word.

He placed two chaste kisses above my clit, close enough to be a tease, driving me higher. His other hand held me open, spreading me wide, making it easier for his fingers, his mouth to torture me.

My breath hitched. I shoved my second hand over my first to keep myself quiet. There was no way I wanted him to stop even if I’d read that delaying gratification made the orgasm better. That didn’t matter, I already knew the orgasm I was racing towards would be spectacular.

He continued to thrust those fingers, occasionally removing them completely to allow room for his tongue before putting it back to use on my clit until every muscle wound so tight that I knew one small push would let it all unravel with the speed of a snapping cable.

He wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked…

I was right…

My body detonated.

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