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“You won't distract me with your wiles, woman,”he quipped.
“Do you find my ownership hot?”I smirked.
He smacked my ass,“We can explore that kink later, after we rest, vixen.”
I giggled, finally closing my eyes and letting my mind drift off to sleep.
17
Aurora
The ringing of my phone woke me up the next morning. My sister Annaliese’s name flashed across the screen. I swiped to accept the call.
“Ugh,” I groaned into the phone.
“I gave you a whole ass month, bitch. You’re going to meet me, Ainsley, and Momma at noon, and we are all, Olan included, going to lunch to get to know your beau. You can’t get out of it, Nash, who isnotyour supervisor anymore—thanks for the heads up, by the way— was still able to access your schedule and said you were free.” My sister, the most cheerful Magic User ever spawned, said.
I could hear her bouncing through the phone.
“Nash is a dead fae walking,” I grumbled, trying to extract myself from said beau. We were wrapped up in each other tighter than a sea witch’s tentacles tangling with a Kraken.
“Tell your sister we will be there, but where are we meeting in the daylight with one such as me?” Olan’s gritty morning voice made me shiver. It was a Pavlovian response; that voiceusually meant I was going to be eaten out until I had orgasmed twice.
“Tell your Olan that we are going to meet at Spellbinders Cafe in Locksley. It's a magic town, so his emerging from the Willow Street well shouldn’t be traumatizing for anyone.” She yelled, “‘kay byyeeeeee,” and then hung up.
I flopped back on Olan, my back to his front. I was tired, things had just been full on lately, and a day in bed, even if we weren't sleeping, sounded a whole hell of a lot better than lunch at the Spellbinder.
“I know we don’t have a lot of time,”he murmured, his shadows tracing along my body, dipping in between my legs, and wrapping around my breasts. “But I would like to help my wife greet the day properly,” he said, then licked into my willing mouth.
His shadows caressed my flesh, winding through my folds and separating them to give his fingers unrestricted access. He gathered my already embarrassing amount of slick to work my clit while his shadows formed the most delicious dildo. I loved when Olan fucked me bare, his cock’s differences more than getting the job done, but when his shadows wrapped around his member, adding ridges, bumps, and tentacle-like protrusions, it frankly confused my vagina into the most pleasurable situations. Olan made me wet beyond reason, but his shadows made me gush. Today, they thrust into me in textured waves and twists, massaging my walls and making me moan.
“I did some research,”He whispered as I fucked his shadows,“Let me show you something new I found?”
“Mmmhmm,” I groaned as a shadow circled my back entrance, teasing my hole. I had never done that with anyone before, but something about Olan made me lose my inhibitions and try things like being fucked by shadow tentacles. I feltmyself get even wetter as he took over, tweaking and clamping my nipples as his shadows manipulated my pleasure.
“I’m not, I’m not going to be able to last,” I panted, feeling the tell-tale rush of sensation building deep within my pussy.
“Then you should come for me,” he said, nipping my shoulder as the dildo in my pussy suctioned on my g spot at the same time the small teasing tendril finally breeched my ass.
I clamped down so hard when I came, I saw stars. I hollered, jerking, as wave after wave of my orgasm crested over me. Olan worked me through it, and the shadows dissipated. I wasn’t the only one who came; my back was sticky with his release.
Even though he was focused on breeding me, or practicing, as I called it, sometimes he couldn’t resist coming outside of my body.
For some reason, that made me feel ridiculously sexy.
“If we are going to be gone for most of the day, we better start our day now,”I said, rolling off Olan and stretching.
“With the changes I made to the bathroom, we could speed up the process by taking a shower together,”He suggested, walking around me to the bathroom.
“I don’t know,”I said teasingly,“would you be able to keep your hands to yourself?”
“Min søde skat, you should know I am a god who keeps his word,”he said solemnly.
“We will see. Sometimes things can break that control.”I turned the shower on a little hotter than the warm I preferred.
He got into the shower and stood beneath the spray as the water beat down on his obsidian skin. The morning light, coupled with the beading water, cast beautiful little rainbows from his flesh. He made even the simplest things we did just a bit more beautiful. I got into the shower too, sinking to my knees.
“Min elskede,” he warned.
