Page 38 of Knight's End
I moaned as I heated up like an inferno. I longed to grind myself into his face, but he held my hips and ass too tightly.
"Connor, I need you,” I moaned as I teetered on the brink of orgasm.
He stopped and I wanted to cry. My orgasm receded.
"Beg more," Connor smacked my ass one more time and then flipped me so that I star fished on the mattress.
My chest heaved and I begged, “Please. Oh please.”
His fingers slid inside me and curled, and he held down my stomach as he gave me lip service. He was a sarding mouth artist. My legs writhed on the mattress and I nearly kicked him when I finally exploded. My vision went black, the sensory overload too much. I died a little death and my head floated in the clouds.
And even as my orgasm tapered off, every part of me still ached for him to press his cock inside and just ream me. My mind was overcome with primal urges. I whimpered, “Connor, I've never wanted anything more in my entire life than you."
His arm came up around my neck, squeezing lightly as his dick slammed into me, owning every inch of my pussy. He rutted me hard and fast until he was close to completion. Then he stopped, pulled out, and sank his teeth into one on my breasts, biting me as he forced his cock to calm down. He ran his dick back and forth over my clit, soaking it with my own hot lubrication. Then he went down on me once again, sucking my clit into his mouth with so much force that I came instantly, rocking my pelvis against him and screaming.
He gave me no time to recover before he slammed back into me and rode me again. This time, he threw one of my legs up over his shoulder. “Take it,” he cried, as his dick hit my cervix.
“Yes, Connor,” I breathed, mindless with my afterglow even as he pummeled me. He got so deep that it hurt. I tried to hide my whimper. But he wouldn’t let me get away with that.
He put a hand on my stomach and pink light permeated my skin, easing the pain. And then he pushed even harder. He grabbed my other leg and bent both legs toward me so he could hump deeper. After his pink healing magic, the pain was only a sliver of sensation that heightened my senses. And I moaned, clutching the sheets, as an orgasm deeper than any I’d ever felt before took me.
Connor dropped my leg and smacked my hip, pulling out. “Ride me,” he commanded. He lay back on the mattress and stroked his dick as I struggled to recover enough to get up and do what he wanted.
When I sank down on him, he grabbed my breasts, pushing them together. I used my knees to pump myself up and down on top of him and he leaned forward, his tongue flicking from nipple to nipple. Impossibly, my pleasure started to grow again. Sparks flitted across my vision. And I reached the high point of pleasure, clenching around him as he groaned and pumped up hard into me.
Afterward, we lay across my bed, sated. Connor’s hand traced up and down my spine as he stared at the bed canopy.
“That was amazing,” I told him. “Everything I never knew I wanted.”
He chuckled.
“I’m definitely making you use your magic a lot during sex,” I promised. “That was sarding hot.”
He gave me a satisfied smirk. “It was, wasn’t it?”
I grabbed his hand and squeezed it tight. “I’m so lucky.”
He started to laugh but post-sex emotions took over, and I said softly, “I’m serious, Connor. Not just because your magic is hot. I’m lucky to have you. You’ve always been my best friend. Even when I left, you were my best friend. I know you never got my letters … but I’ve always loved you. And I feel lucky to get to love you as you evolve.”
He squeezed my hand and his eyes misted. But he swallowed hard and tried to joke, “Devolve, more like. These powers make me a brute.”
“Hey, angry sex with you is hot, so if you ever need to burn off some magically-induced rage …”
He chuckled. “I have a feeling I’m gonna be angry in a lot of places, Bloss. We’re gonna need healing magic for a lot of things. Battlefields, for one.”
“Good thing you like the idea of people watching then,” I jested.
He laughed but gathered me up and cradled my head on his arm. “Thank you, Bloss Boss. I needed this.”
I rolled on my side to stare at him. “Connor, I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you.”
“And I, you.”
“Secret friends forever?” I asked, raising my right hand for our secret handshake.
Connor lifted his hand, too. And there, in bed, after the most amazing sex, we did our secret shake. And my heart felt certain that everything would be alright.
My heart was shite at predictions.
After Connor and I dressed, and he helped me comb and plait my hair, we went in search of the other knights.
We stopped short in the great hall. A gargoyle had entered the palace. Not one of our newly created young rocks—one of the two ancient gargoyles that had served my mother and grandmother. The gargoyle saw me and immediately bowed. Then it knelt on the ground, its old body creaking as stone rubbed stone when it bent.
I walked toward it and realized something was lashed to its back.
It was our messenger. And his throat had been cut.
