Page 185 of Upon Buried Embers
We bathed last night, and then I sunk my cock in her again. She fell asleep just as I came, and when I tried to pull out, she made the sweetest noise of protest that I could never deny.
So I left my cock in her and I never want to leave.
She must be sore though, I wasn’t gentle. I couldn’t be.
I haven’t wanted to be inside another that way. I was adamant that a mouth would do, never wanting to risk adding to my fucked-up bloodline, wanting it to end with me.
But I couldn’t with her.
Couldneverwith her.
She’s tempted me since I met her. She’s different from anything I’ve come across in the lands. Her beauty is one I’ve never set my eyes upon, but it’s her heart that captures me most of all.
Her kindness, her love of roses, how she is with my dragons. How she holds my hair when we sleep and the gentle touches she gives me.
No one is gentle with me but her, and I want more of it.
My resistance is futile.
One look and I know I would do anything she asked of me.
A moan pulls me from my musing, followed by hips rocking back and forth. I grind my teeth as she hisses in pain, and then I pull out of her as gently as I can, rolling her onto her back.
“Rohan?” she whispers, voice full of sleep.
“Shh, let me make it better.”
“What better?”
“Your pussy.” Then I spread her little thighs and dive in. She gasps, my Little Whisperer, clutching my hair and throwing her head back as I softly lick around her, making sure to spear my tongue inside gently.
“W-what are you doing?” she says on a breathy exhale, and I groan into her.
“I was too rough with your pussy, wasn’t I? Let me apologize and make it better.”
She starts to tremble, and I love how responsive she is to me. Only me. And I can’t say I’m not the same.
I’ve been inside of a woman exactly one time, not wanting to pass on my family line, and that’s with the one under me, writhing against my tongue, clawing at my hair and releasing whimpers that make my cock leak.
I’m a bastard.
I’m a lying, deceiving bastard, and she will hate me, but I intend to rectify it all because she’s mine.
Possessiveness rips into me, followed by something warm heating my chest as she calls my name and I go for her clit.
Knowing I’m the only one to have touched her there sends me feral, and I move my hands under her, clutching her ass and bring her up to my hungry mouth.
I groan as more wetness seeps onto my tongue, and I continue to suck and lick at her, pulling back a little to see how red and puffy she is. Hating myself for hurting her, but smug that I made her this way.
“Please, don’t stop,” she begs.
Like I ever could.
Her sweet voice hits me, and I smile into her, licking around her clit in circles, causing her to jerk when I add a little more pressure before she comes against me on a light moan.
Beautiful.
So Gods damn beautiful.
