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I laugh—but she leans down and clasps my shaft loosely in her soft little hand, and that laugh blends into a moan. Ebelor leans against my chest, and I feel her breasts push up against my chest, her hardened nipples poking into me. Hot pleasure pulses through my stomach. She keeps pushing her petite little body against mine, and I shuffle down until I’m on my back. Ebelor slides herself up my body. Her thighs drag over me, either side of my hips, as she slowly grinds onto me. I’m already squirming, her hand slowly working up and down my length. I gasp. She gives me the most desirous grin, and then presses her fingertips into my chest. The sparks crash through me, my muscles clenching and unclenching, flashes behind my vision – butevery spark sends a bolt of sweet adrenaline cascading through me, mingling together with the pleasure to create somethingsensational.
I let my head fall back and I let the moan spill out. My eyes are closed, but I hear her giggle, a sweet sigh of pleasure leaving her lips as well. I reach forward to touch her, but her thick dress is in the way. I try to work my hands under its hem, but from this position, I can’t. But Ebelor gently moves my hands aside, settling herself over me, and once she has her balance, she bunches up her dress and then pulls it over her head. Her beautiful breasts are freed, the glorious orbs released, her light brown nipples getting even more erect in the air.
They’re so amazing.
I lean up a little, and my mouth finds the nipples, just like I know she likes. I toggle the hard little jewels with my tongue. Ebelor gives a yelp of pleasure, and her fingernails rake down my wings. The warm trail of light pain sends another shocking bolt of arousal up me. I grunt as she does, releasing her breast from my lips. I can feel the sparks of power as they dance up and down her body – rattling inside her, from just under her skin, touching mine in sharp, pleasurable little stings.
Then, Ebelor grabs my shaft more firmly—almost too hard. I open my eyes as slits. I watch her bite the corner of her lip in arousal as she lowers herself onto me. I fight the urge to thrust on my own as I feel her warm, tight little body wraps around me.
I settle for my hands snapping to her hips, crawling down until I have a thick handful of her buttocks in each hand. Ebelor gives a breathy moan, and then I feel her lean back. I feel her rock up, the drag of her body shuddering through me.
Oh, gods! Yes!
She bounces up, and the pleasure crackles through me. The powers inside her sinks into me – those sharp sparks crackling through me in delicious pain as we join. She moans, and the sound of her pleasure almost pushes me over the edge. It builds; I can feel it inside me. I sink my fingers into her, and she grips my wings in return. Feeling her touch my wings—it’s like she’s draping her tongue over the inside of my thighs. So sensitive.So good!
It builds more. The orgasm is coming; I can feel it. With every bounce, a breathless moan escapes her—a melodic song of pleasure. It controls me, that sound. A sweet, whimpering utterance, a begging. I feel like I have to answer her call.
With every moan she gives, the encroaching orgasm shudders in thick, hot waves through my body.
Oh—I-I-!
White fire bleaches my gaze as I orgasm. My hands grab her by the hips as I fill her with my seed. She melts onto my hips with a loud cry, her head throwing back as she orgasms as well.
After a moment, she folds forward, resting her hands on my chest. I’m trying to catch my breath despite her weight on me. It's not working, and I surge up and grab her.
“Vicmar!” she giggles.
I turn over, taking her with me until I’m spooning her. She titters breathlessly, taking hold of my arms around her with her little hands.
“Look at that!” she laughs. “I did what no one else ever could!”
“And that is?”
“I took down the Cruel King!” she giggles.
I laugh back. I dip in and give her neck a little nibble.
“Maybe you won this battle—but you won’t win this war!” I growl playfully.
She nuzzles her face into my arms.
“Stay with me,” I say. “We both gothorriblyinjured, so we ought to stay here until we feel better.” I pull her even tighter around me.“Entirelybetter.”
“I’d like that,” she murmurs, but I think she’s already falling asleep in my arms.
I take a look at her, all curled up in my arms, and I am genuinely shocked by how happy I am.
Chapter 23 - Ebelor
When I open my eyes, I realize I am in Vicmar’s bedroom. His arms are still around me, and my head is still laid out on his chest. It rises and falls slowly under me as he sleeps, pushing my head up and down. I’m so warm here. Both his wings have folded over my back, and they seem to radiate heat. They’re like warm blankets over my back.
No matter how many blankets I had back home, I never got this warm… it was always too cold outside. Usually, beds in Thawallow werejustabout warm enough to sleep.
Thawallow… Maribelle…
The thought comes to me suddenly. How unbelievable this all is. A short while ago, I was a peasant human in a forgotten village. Scraping a living from day to day. Barely making ends meet. Nothing in the world mattered aside from Maribelle. Her happiness, her wellbeing, making sure her belly was full, and her shoulders were free from as much of the world’s burden as I could make them.
My own happiness didn’t matter… But now… I’m happy.
