Page 27 of Ulfar

SARAH

I’m up long past when Ulfar finally passes out, staring up at the skylight and thinking about my future. The cold, unfeeling stars twinkle back at me, oblivious to my plight. This is the last time I’ll see them. This is the last time I’ll lie in this bed.

Rolling over, I look at Ulfar one last time. His handsome face is relaxed in the peacefulness of slumber, and from this angle he looks almost like a statue of some ancient god. Outside of this cottage, he’s a powerful and intimidating warlord, but with me? He’s kind and gentle and the most caring man I’ve ever met.

Except he’s no man.

With a sigh, I wonder if I’ll ever find anyone like him again. He’s basically ruined me for human men at this point, but the galaxy is large. Maybe one day I can save up and come back. Or visit another planet in the system. One where I won’t have to worry about the Syndicate ever again.

This is it. The moment it was all leading up to. I don’t know if I’ve got the courage to pull it off, but I’ve got to try.

First things first, though—I have to get Ulfar out of the house and make sure he doesn’t suspect anything. He’s planning to ride out to the campsite to look for my book today. It breaks my heart that I won’t get to take it with me. I had to sacrifice his gift to use as a decoy.

The guilt and betrayal twist like a knife deep in my heart, but with it is also the fear of what will happen if I don’t do this. So I take a deep breath and decide to give him the best parting gift I can think of.

Lifting the blankets, I duck my head underneath and move carefully between his legs, admiring the warm weight of his cock. He’s got morning wood already, and the golden skin stretches taut over his thick shaft. My mouth waters at the sight. Dipping my head down, I press my tongue to the underside of his shaft, licking up until I reach the bulging head. The taste of him explodes on my tongue, shooting pleasure straight between my thighs as I adjust myself further.

His cock twitches under my tongue as I lick it again. I swirl my tongue around the head, tasting and savoring the drop of precum that forms there. I can still hear him breathing softly and easily. He hasn’t moved. I wonder if I can make him cum like this.

As I open my mouth wider and suck the head between my lips, he lets out a sleepy moan. The sound of his pleasure drives me to do the same and I sigh around him, the vibrations of my throat stimulating him even more.

“Nngh,” he mumbles sleepily, finally rousing enough to prop up on his elbows and toss the blanket off of me.

I look up at him, mouth full of cock, but my eyes are wide and loving. I know this will be the last time I’ll get to see him like this, so I want to etch it into my memory as much as possible.

“Not that I’m complaining, but what’s this all about?” he says with a smile, running a hand through his hair.

“What’s the matter, you don’t like it?” I give him another lick from root to tip while squeezing his shaft with one hand while my other hand gently caresses his balls.

Ulfar throws back his head and hisses. “It’s not that, just, ahh—” His voice cracks as I suck him into my mouth again, even deeper than before. He’s so big I can barely fit anything past the head, but he tastes so damn good I find myself opening wider and wider for him.

“Sarah,” he pants, lifting his head to make eye contact with me again. “That’s really...you’re gonna...”

Spurred on by his exclamation, I swirl my tongue around the head and use my other hand to cup his balls, rolling them between my fingers before tugging them gently. The unexpected pressure sends him over the edge, shouting a curse as his fingers dig into my scalp.

Loads of hot, sticky semen burst into my mouth before I can react, dribbling over the sides of my lips when I can’t hold any more. It’s warm and slightly salty but has a musk and texture that’s uniquelyhim.

After swallowing as much as I can and wiping my lips, I look up at him with a flushed, hazy expression. The knowledge of what I’m going to have to do still weighs in the back of my mind, but at least this way, I have something to remember him by. “Good morning,” I say sweetly.

“Good morning to you too,” he says, still awestruck. “That was amazing.”

“I saw you were already hard this morning; I couldn’t just let that go to waste, could I?” I nudge him playfully.

“You’re ridiculous,” he teases back, ruffling my hair. “But that definitely woke me up, so I’m going to get ready to head out and get that book you left behind at the campsite. Anything else you need me to pick up while I’m out?”

I shake my head. “No, that’s it.”

It will take almost a full day to get there, by which point I’ll hopefully be long gone.

“Are you sure you’re going to be all right here by yourself?” He lingers at the door, and he’s not making this any easier.

“I’m sure,” I insist. “Now go, you’re losing daylight.”

“All right,” he says. “I’ll see you soon.”

“See you.” The words hit harder than any physical blow. And with that, he’s gone.

The cottage fills with an eerie quiet and the finality of what I have to do. I don’t allow myself to dwell on it. I can’t. If I stop to think, I’ll change my mind and get cold feet. I can’t let that happen.

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