Page 29 of Consort

But as I watch her angrily tug at her excessively tight bindings, I remind myself that she made her feelings clear–she wants my help. Who am I to decide she’s wrong? She’s feverish, but she still deserves a choice.

Her frustration causes her to tangle everything up. I gently grasp her tiny fingers to stop her from making it any worse. She stills and allows me to lower them to her sides. She sits calmly on my lap and studies my face as I carefully unwrap her bindings.

As soon as she’s free from them, she lets out a sigh of relief. She closes her eyes as the fabric falls to the ground. I can’t help but look down at her breasts. They’re unbelievably swollen. The taut skin is almost splitting with the pressure. Her nipples are dark and hardened, like the small pits of a ripe dewlap fruit. My cock rises again at the sight.

I close my eyes, too, trying to get control of myself. But she notices my arousal and reaches for my bulging leathers. I take her hands again, but this time, she growls out a warning and yanks them away.

I’m taken aback, but I can’t help but chuckle at her defiance. Such a small creature to be so in charge.

She doesn’t appreciate my laughing and huffs at me. Just as quickly, she forgets all about it and focuses on her clothing. I help her again, this time out of her leathers. I have to stand her up and kneel in front of her to get them off.

I make quick work of them, driven by her growls and fumbling hands. She tries to stomp out of the legs but almostfalls, so I press my knee into the fabric and lift her body up to get her frantic feet out of them.

She’s so small, with tiny toes on tiny feet. I could wrap my fingers around her ankles with room to spare. But something about her seems so strong. In a realm filled with powerful magic and immeasurable beauty, this huffy, sweating little shifter is the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen.

My fingers move on their own accord, trailing lightly up her pale legs to remove her undergarment. It’s not a typical one. She’s swathed in many layers of thick material, which looks quite uncomfortable. Maybe she doesn’t need to mate, after all. Simply freeing her from this horrid thing should be enough to satisfy her.

She works at the wrappings, but the thought of her being the only exposed one just doesn’t feel right. I rise and hastily kick off my boots before dropping my leathers.

She clutches her stomach but watches me with captive eyes. Her pain seems to have lessened, but it’s still there. She only seems able to bear it now that she has hope of being cared for. My heart tightens as I wonder how long she’d been suffering before I found her.

I sink to my knees and gently hook a finger into her wrappings, waiting for a sign to proceed. But instead of giving me one, she drops to the ground and shoves me with surprising force. I fall backward and have to catch myself with my hands.

Before I can get up, she’s on me. Her soft hands grip my thighs as her warm, wet mouth slides over the head of my cock. She growls around it, sending vibrations along my length and all the way up to my ears.

I moan as my cock responds, eagerly rising to its fullest and pressing against the roof of her mouth.

I’m still struggling to believe this level of intimacy is really what she needs. But I’ve handed over control. If this is what shedecides to do with it, I won’t fight her. I’ll lean back and let her lead.

She tightens her grip on my thighs and slides her mouth further down my shaft. Her tongue swirls around as she sucks. It lights up my cock like the crackling flames of a festival fire.

She grows fervent, sucking so hard that the pressure is almost unbearable. I struggle to control myself and hold back my release. If I’m going to actually help her, I’ll have to dominate my own desire and wait for the right moment to give in.

She eases up a bit and licks at my slit, lapping up the steady trickle of fluid she’s caused. My cock twitches under her touch, and she chases the tip with her tongue, determined to catch every drop. She finally grabs the base of my shaft and holds me still while she takes what she wants.

Her aggressive, yet tender, movements warm an icy spot in my heart. I could almost believe she actually desires me. That she’s happy to have me here.

I scoff at myself. I know it isn’t true. I’m just fulfilling a need. But I’ll never feel this needed again. This is my last chance at experiencing something meaningful that isn’t rooted in violence. And the last time that touch isn’t the enemy. I’ll hold onto it, even when it’s just a memory. Even if I’m granted only a few days to remember it.

I’ve been too still. She’s annoyed by that and growls loudly around my cock. The pleasure makes my hips thrust into her mouth several times without warning. She pops off and looks intently down at me as she wipes her mouth with her hand.

Then, her eyes flash, and she begins tearing at her wrappings. I give her my full attention as she peels them off layer by layer until she’s finally free of them.

Everything fades away as I take in the full vision of her beauty. Her sharp, watery eyes pierce me with an innocent look of impatience. Long, flowing strands of black hair fall pasther shoulders, softly framing her pale body. Her slender waist curves out into sensual hips like the waves of a stormy sea. And strong, lean thighs pull my eyes upward to their apex.

She’s as smooth as I appear. Which is smoother than I wish to be. I drop my glamour, letting let my dark blue hair frame the base of my cock as it’s meant to. There’s a clear fluid glistening along the Omega’s delicate folds, and I need to see it dampen my curls as I care for her.

She leans forward and peers down at them curiously but doesn’t consider their sudden appearance for long. She turns and positions herself on all fours. Her perfectly round ass is pushed back, opening her up just enough to call me to her core.

I long to taste her and whatever that excessive lubrication is. But she still has that impatient look as she turns and glares at me over her shoulder. I have no choice, and I don’t really wish for one. I move closer, gently holding her hips as I line myself up with her entrance.

“I’ll help you, little shifter,” I whisper, letting any lingering reservations and frustrations fall away. “Take whatever you need.”

I can’t be sure, but I think I see her eyes soften before she turns away. She wastes no more time and presses back enough to make contact with the tip my cock. My shaft jumps with excitement, but I grab it and guide the head back between her folds.

It’s instantly coated in a slippery moisture, and my nostrils are blasted with its sweet scent. A low groan escapes my lips as I glide my shaft back and forth along her silky skin. Each pass builds my arousal and makes me even harder for her.

Just this small amount of contact threatens to be my undoing. But as I listen for any sounds of her pleasure, all I can hear are my own ragged breaths. This isn’t doing much for her. I pass my length along her core again, then gently ease myself inside.

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