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Such devout words could only ever be sincere when they came from Welborn’s mouth. Beatrix wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close to her breasts as her movements grew unrestrained. The unexpected move had Welborn gasping against her damp skin, hands fisting the material of her dress at the small of her back.
“Miss Eaves, I… I’m—”
“I know,” she gasped into his ear. “I’m close. Oh, be good for me, Welborn. Be a good boy and give it to me—”
Beatrix felt Welborn seize as pleasure exploded behind her eyes. Hot warmth flooded between them, sticky against their sweaty thighs. Her tail had uncurled from around her waist, coiling around his thigh and tightening. Still, Beatrix kept moving, gentlyfucking Welborn until he let out one final groan and fell backwards, taking Beatrix with him. Beatrix wasn’t sure how long she laid, frantically trying to catch her breath in her pleasure-soaked body. However, she was quick to notice how still Welborn had gone. Confused, she lifted her damp head and frowned at his lax expression.
“Welborn?” Beatrix reached up, gently tapping his chin. Her eyes widened when he didn’t react. “Welborn!”
Chapter Twenty-One
Welborn
There were spots in his vision when Welborn came to.
Where he went, the cleric couldn’t say. Only that his memory was a little fuzzy, and the only other thing he was aware of was a pain radiating from the side of his face as something had just struck him hard. Welborn jerked, eyes snapping open in bewilderment and focusing on the sight of Miss Eaves’ face.
Her face.
Oh, Miss Eaves’ face was a sight to behold. The loveliest lilac hue Welborn had ever seen that could only put every other flower to shame. Her mouth was plush, dare he say pouty, as she looked down at him with those golden-white orbs. Her hair was in disarray, the braided bun partially falling over her shoulder. Two beautiful horns curled around her head. She was illuminated, like the divine magic that flowed through his body whenever he called to the All Seer.
Where is all the light coming from?Welborn dazedly wondered.
“Oh, thank the Dauntless Verity!” Miss Eaves exclaimed. “Welborn, are you okay?”
“Yes?” Welborn frowned. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?”
Had something happened? It was hard to tell with how fuzzy everything was. Pleasantly so, even.
“Why—” Miss Eaves sighed. “Welborn, you passed out!”
“I—”
Oh.
There was his memory, rushing to the surface through the haze. He had just had sex with the most beautiful woman in the world, and Welborn wasmortifiedat the realization that he hadfaintedafter coming inside her.
The rush of blood to his face was too much, his hands coming to cover his eyes in embarrassment. It only grew when he realized he’d realized he could still see Miss Eaves through the missing hole in his hand. She looked relieved, her mouth turning into a soft smile, though there was no mistaking the mischievous lift of her eyebrow.
“I take it you enjoyed yourself that much, huh?”
Bashfully, Welborn slowly lowered his hands.
“Very much, Miss Eaves,” he whispered.
To add to his embarrassment, she bent down and pressed a quick kiss to his warm nose.
“I’m glad,” she said. “Come on, sit up. You should drink some water. Can’t have you fainting again.”
With a hand steadying his elbow, Welborn slowly got off his back. Once in a seated position, Miss Eaves pressed the water skin to his hand. Instead of politely declining, Welborn drank nearly all of itbefore wisdom reminded him to save some for the next day. He would need at least a drop if he wanted the divine magic to replenish it. The cleric was in the middle of sealing the water skin shut when he noticed the strange glowing lights drifting in the air around the boulder.
“What…”
“They’re Canna cactus fairies. Gimdor explained it to me the first time we went through the Searing Wastelands. They’re small, harmless really. Look a lot like weird bugs. I noticed a few days ago that this area had a few of them. The flowers bloomed yesterday. I was just…well, I was preoccupied with keeping an eye out for the mother to tell you.”
A new discovery, a new creature to study. Ordinarily, Welborn would have been over the moon. The luminescence of the fairies was a sight to behold. He was certain his mother would have loved it—the soft hues of pink across the bare dirt. Yet, Welborn’s attention was drawn back to the woman at his side.
Perched on her heels, Miss Eaves was still dressed in the simple cotton slip. The fabric covered what it needed, but it couldn’t hide the pebbled nipples beneath. Welborn’s unhelpful mind cursed him for not paying attention to her breasts more. He hadn’t even gotten to touch them with his bare hands.
