Page 124 of Silenced

Blyad,this woman.

The suction she had on the digit releases with a faint popping sound as she lets go of it and rasps, “I want to cook for you tomorrow.”

I blink at her.

“If I let you come inside me…”

There is no contest.

No need for negotiation.

I’ll give her the Underworld itself for that offering.

My hands find her waist as I nod.

Together, we buck until I groan out my release.

As I flood her, I arch my head back, resting it against the booth. She grinds into me again because she’s greedy, gluttonous for pleasure after weeks of being given what her body needs. I only touch her when my cum puddles around the base of my dick. Then, I smooth my seed into her, using it as lube when I find her clit.

The tug of her inner muscles keeps me hard enough for her use.

With one hand, I rub her clit, and with the other, I slide it through the mess we made together.

Thrusting those fingers into her mouth, I watch as she licks them clean, her eyes darkening with enjoyment ofus.

When she bursts again, I shudder in response, savoring the molten heat of her cunt, the only sanctuary I’ve ever known… until I’m forced to leave it.

As she sags into me, both of us are panting, utterly wrecked.

She’s the only woman I’ve ever been in who comes so fiercely that it makes her shake. So for endless moments, we stay like that until her legs stop spasming, which is when, spying those pearls of cum dripping from her cunt, my fingers slide through the slick. Then, I thrust them into her, making sure that she’s full of me even when my dick is left to suffer out in the cold.

Her hips rock and she bites her lip in reaction, but she doesn’t complain or argue.

If anything, I can see what it does to her—those pupils of hers are fat with arousal.

My sticky fingers make a retreat and I place a hand on her belly and silently will my seed to bear fruit.

Cassiopeia stares down at it but makes no comment as she circles my mouth with a finger until… “Why don’t you have guards?”

“I do,” I reply, nonplussed enough by the question to answer.

“I don’t see them.”

“That’s because they’re good.”

She tilts her head to the side. “Are they in here?”

Scornfully, I snort.

“I’ll take that as a no, then,” she mumbles before asking, “Did you have them before I came into your life?”

“Nyet.”

“Why not?”

I almost scoff. “Because I can handle myself.”As any decent Pakhan should.

“So why do you need guards now?”

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