Page 70 of Feral Guardian
“When I touch something and reach into it with my power, I can sense the identity of the object or being. I don’t think I can explain it properly because it’s not like sight, or smell, or hearing, but more like afeeling, except on the inside and only something I can detect with my magical will. Once I can feel it, I…well, I tell my own magic to reshape and look like it.
“So, when my essence starts to fade from the object over time, the object or entity’s base essence comes back in to fill up the space andreplicates what I have left there because it believes that’s the way it’s supposed to be.”
Her hips shift again, and the press of her backside is making it difficult to follow when I recall how my dick had slid through her slit this morning. “Can you explain with an analogy?”
She leans back against me and hums thoughtfully. “I suppose it’s like a river. If you carve out a branching path, and then fill the original way up with stones, the water will flow the new way, believing that was always how it was supposed to be. Or rather, it’s water, so it doesn’t know or believe anything. What is, just is, and I make it so.”
Her hips grind against mine again and I stifle the groan born from the pleasure it gives me. “Princess, do you need to urinate?”
“No, why?” she asks, a hint of mirth in her voice.
“Because you’re wiggling.”
“Well, sorry I can’t remain stone-still. The saddle isn’t that large you know, and the horn is pressed right up against my pus—”
“Princess,” I snarl at the derogatory word she was about to call her womanhood and my hand clenches over her stomach.
“What?” she intones in a long whine. “It’s not as if I was going to call it my cun—”
“Lilianna!”
“Oh, Alastair, you’re being such a prude! It’s just a word,” she giggles, shifting in the saddle again so her ass rubs directly against my erection.
She must be able to feel it by now. The little salacious imp that she is.
I huff. “You are the heir to the throne of Fynren. You should not speak in such a way.”
Or rub your ass against my groin, I want to add, but don’t manage to get it out.
“Or what?” she asks in a challenge. “Are you going to punish me, sir?”
The word shoots straight to my dick and causes it to twitch. A smirk tugs up the side of her lip. She knows how it affects me.
I hold her tighter, dropping my lips to her ear as I growl, “Yes.”
A shiver moves through her, and I watch her thighs flex against the sides of the saddle.
“Pussy, fuck, cunt, cock, ass—”
I jerk Kor’Tar to a stop and dismount, then grab Lily around the waist and drag her down. She yelps in surprise, but it doesn’t sound all that fearful. The pine needles crunch underfoot as I walk her to the nearest tree.
“Bend over,” I command.
She looks at me, her green eyes wide with a little shock, and a glimmer of excitement. But she doesn’t protest like I expect. No, she does as I’ve bid her to, sticking out her round ass and bracing her hands against the tree trunk.
Fuck me. What am I doing?
I grip her shoulder in one hand and stand beside her. Nerves tighten the muscles in my stomach all the way down to my balls. My other palm tingles in anticipation.
She looks over her shoulder at me, the soft skin of her chin brushing against my calloused knuckles. I lift my other hand and her eyes dart to it. Her breathing comes in deep, heavy pants.
I move, slapping her ass with enough force to make her jolt against the tree. A little huff escapes her with a tiny yelp at the end. The sound makes me want to eat her alive.
The spark of desire in her eyes ignites into an inferno and I cannot help myself. I paddle her again, and she moans, short and hard with my slap. My palm stings, but it’s an ache that feels undeniably good. I shift to her other cheek and hit her again, making her cry out louder still. Arousal beads at the head of my dick and it strains against my pants, impossibly hard for her.
I deliver one last smack that makes Lily drop her head and groan. My hand still rests on her round cheek as I lean in to whisper, “Are you going to be a good girl when we get to town?”
I smooth my hand over her, soothing the ache she must feel.
