Page 15 of The Snow Queen

Kai put his hands on her shoulders, meaning to gently push her back – sometime,anytime –but instead of letting him, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding against him.

Hell on fire.

“Talk,” he breathed. “I need to talk.”

“Talk after making me come.”

That worked.

His hands were shaking, but he made quick work of the ties holding her trousers up, and then, his fingers curled just there, making her writhe, breathless.

There was nothing graceful about his kiss, either; his mouth was fucking hers, biting, thrusting, sucking her lips, then her neck, her ear.

Finally, she screamed and contracted around his wet finger.

It took everything in him, but Kai took a step back, removing his hand from the pussy which was so ready for him.

“There, done. Ready to talk, now?”

Unbelievably, he was serious; he really wanted to have a discussion right now.

Eira opened her mouth in disbelief, and closed it again. Hell no. No way was she letting him feel nothing, when he’d made her bones melt.

She jumped down from the countertop, and dropped to her knees, pulling his trousers down before he managed to get a word out.

Oh fuck.

Eira had seen a few dicks – gods weren’t all that shy, a lot of them had been fond of walking around without a stitch of clothing on, like peacocks.

This dick was very different to those she recalled. It was harder, for one, and longer, too. While she’d seen some which had been thicker, this long cock had no equal.

To show her appreciation, she licked it, from the base right to the top.

Kai held her hair firmly in his hand, gently pulling her away first; when she took the tip deep in her mouth, he soon changed his tune, pushing her down on him as he groaned.

That was more like it.

“Short version of the talk,” he muttered, his words hammered out with a lot of effort. “I want a child. No contraception. Deal?”

That got her attention; she lifted her eyes up to his, without releasing his cock from her throat.

A child. Well, she certainly hadn’t hadthatkinda trade in mind.

She’d believed he might have known her for who she was, somehow. He might have liked to use her powers, like many before him. She’d owed him that much, it wouldn’t have been an ordeal.

But no; he wanted a child who would be half hers.

Finally, Eira lifted her head from his engorged shaft.

“I see,” she said. “I’m not sure that coming in my mouth could achieve that.”

He took her on the countertop, first, then on the sofa, finally, they ended up upstairs, in his large, soft bed, against dozens of furs which would need dry cleaning in the morning.

Eira bounced up and down; no sound could be heard above her plea and his grunts.

Finally, he filled her a third time as she collapsed on top of him.

“Again.”

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