Page 16 of The Snow Queen

He was on top this time, holding her legs up on his shoulder as he pounded, sweating and cursing at how tight and wet she was.

“Again.”

It was a miracle Kai wasn’t dead. He hadn’t believe it was physically possible to ejaculate seventeen times in a row, but there they were – and still alive, strangely.

Unsurprisingly, he woke after dawn, for once, rising as he felt featherlight caresses on his back.

His cock should have been in an irrevocable state of unconsciousness for the foreseeable future, but it stood at attention, ready to rock it again.

He shifted, pulling himself up and above her.

“It seems you plan on fucking me to death,” he breathed against her bronze skin, kissing all the way from her breast down the trail leading to her quim; she giggled and wiggled underneath him.

His eyes flashed with something he didn’t doubt was wicked, and he rose from the bed, heading towards a cupboard where he was sure to find something suitable.

“What are you doing?”

He smile then and grabbed the thin, green rope.

“Do you trust me?” he replied, before he could convince himself not to.

It was a silly question, they barely knew each other; why should she trust him? Sure, he’d taken care of her for a few days, but that didn’t say a lot.

“Yes,” she replied without having to think it over.

He lifted an eyebrow at the unexpected gift.

“If you let me, I’m going to tie you up. Then, I’m going to blindfold you. After that, I’ll fuck you into tomorrow.”

He’d shocked her into silence, it seemed; but he saw the response in her eyes before she managed to open her mouth.

“Yes, please.”

Northanger village, Gerda

Saying that she was fuming was a slight understatement. Kai hadn’t emerged from his home since he’d brought back his human slut. She’d passed in front of his door twice, and what she’d heard said just how they occupied their time.

It was so out of character she could hardly believe it; he’d always been the one who did exactly what was expected – hell, he exceeded expectations when he could.

What had been expected was for him to eventually settle down withher.

There had been rumors leading her to believe that he enjoyed screwing the occasional human, and she’d hardly been surprised – he had to fucksomething,and humans were marginally better than sheep.

But bringing one of his whores here? That was unheard of.

“Green’s never been your color, dear,” the old crone she couldn’t stand said, following her gaze which was fixated on Kai’s house.

Fyn had never liked her, and she suspected that was one of the reasons why Kai hadn’t taken her yet.

“I have no reason to be jealous. In fifty years, when the girl is dead, I’ll be around, looking just like this. That’s why he’ll come to me, eventually.”

She tried to say it without intonation, but she heard the challenge in her own tone.

“Sure he will,” Fyn said, patting her knees condescendingly before walking away.

That had sounded like the kind of lies one tells children to reassure them that there really was a fairy bored enough to care about their teeth.

Gerda’s eyes narrowed. She’d truly believed what she’d said, until hearing Fyn’s reply. Now, she wasn’t so sure.

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