He tugged on the waist of her trousers. She helped him pull them off, stepping out of her underclothes as well. Cold air caressed her bare skin.
“Will you help me?” he asked.
“Of course.”
He took her hand and guided it between her legs. “Touch yourself.”
Raiya felt her face heating.
His eyes stayed on hers as she slowly pressed her fingers into herself in the rhythmic motion she always found most effective.
He tilted his head a little. “You are good at this.”
“At what?”
“Pleasuring yourself.”
She stopped, frowning. “Are you making fun of me?”
“No.”
“Isn’t everyone good at pleasuring themselves? I mean, don’t you ever…?”
His expression tightened a little. “No.”
“You don’t? Or can’t?”
“I don’t like to.”
There was an uncomfortable pause. Azreth gently pressed her fingers against herself again, urging her into motion. She resumed her steady rhythm.
Something about what he’d said troubled her. She wrestled with her thoughts for a few long moments.
“Do you like it… with me?” she finally asked. It wasn’t that she wanted to soothe her ego. It was that she hated the idea of him being forced to perform against his will. What if he didn’t even like sex? What if he only did all this out of necessity? The possibility of being party to forced intimacy, no matter the context, made bile rise in her throat.
Raiya’s brow furrowed as the silence dragged on.
Finally, he looked up at her. “Yes. With you.”
His hand caressed the soft curve of her buttock and pulled her closer so that he could drag his lips along her inner thigh. She felt his sharp teeth grazing her, and she tensed.
His mouth opened, and he licked along the angle between her thigh and her sex. She had never noticed how bizarrely long his tongue was. It was pointed at the end, and the color was a blue so dark it was almost black. Was that what his insides looked like? Was that what his cock looked like?
When he dragged his tongue along her slit, she gasped. She had already grown wet from the work of her own fingers, and his tongue on her bare, slick skin was heavenly.
He spread her legs further, burying his tongue deep within her. She groped for his hair, but her hands met his horns instead, and her fingers curled around them instinctively. To her surprise, the touch made Azreth give a satisfied sigh. His arm looped under her knee and lifted her leg over his shoulder, forcing her legs open. She gasped.
He licked her to climax expertly. Muttering an oath, she tightened her grip on his horns, pulling him tighter against her.His tongue obligingly undulated over her as she rode out the toe-curling waves of her orgasm.
“Gods damn you,” she murmured breathlessly, shuddering.
His eyes flickered like newborn flames as he looked up at her, arching an eyebrow. He licked his lips.
Her gaze went to his horns again. More tentative now, she ran her hand over one of them. It was hard and keratinous, like a goat’s. How did it feel to him when she touched them? Would it hurt him if she was too rough with them? She’d been fairly rough with them just now, but it seemed like he’d enjoyed it.
“I think that’s enough,” he said.
She paused, thinking he meant that she was touching him too much, but then she realized he was talking about his magic.