Page 29 of A City of Emeralds and Envy
Tucking the Scarecrow’s tip between my folds, I sink down, taking him in.
The dalliances I mentioned to Riordan were unsatisfying, and I felt wrong and wicked the whole time. I feel wicked in this moment, too, but in an entirely different way. The heart I carry inside me now isn’t the one I was born with—it was grown from Riordan’s body, from the essences he poured into me while I was turning into one of the Heartless. Fucking someone else in his presence, with his permission, is a hectic delight. I want to make him come helplessly, without a single touch. I want him to paint the inside of that metal shell with his release, forced out of him by the sight of me fucking another male. Riordan is the prisoner now, not me. He is subject to my will, my actions, and though I care about him, I can’t help admiring the justice of it.
I’m about to begin moving on Jasper’s cock when a startling thrill buzzes through my sex.
“The fuck?” I breathe.
It happens again—a light vibration through my pussy lips, through my entire channel. It feels mind-bendingly amazing.
“Oh gods,” I gasp.
Jasper half-smiles, blinking gold lashes at me. “I was going to tell you.”
“Tell her what?” Riordan grits out.
“His cock vibrates,” I whimper. “Oh… oh…”
I’m coming already. I can’t help it. Thrills chase each other through my belly as my pussy flexes against Jasper’s cock. He chuckles breathlessly, reaching out to wrap his fingers around mine. “Sensitive little human,” he murmurs. “Why didn’t you let me warn you?”
I’m gasping, gripping his hand, my hair spilling over my shoulder and my breasts trembling as I lean over Jasper’s chest. As the pleasure ebbs, I manage to lift my hips and move myself on him, up and down, slowly. His head tips back, his eyes closing.
“I’m going to fuck your pretty cock until you come for me,” I tell him, more for Riordan’s benefit than anything else. “Do you feel how my pussy is squeezing you? You made me come so hard. Fill me up, beautiful one…I want your cum inside me…”
“Oh fuck,” Jasper whimpers, and his hips yearn upward.
Riordan gives a great, heavy groan, wrenching at the tree branch he’s holding so hard it cracks clean off. I can hear him gasping inside the helmet—panting with relief.
Jasper comes in a warm trembling rush, followed by another long vibration of his cock. With that stimulation I come a second time, a squeal of surprise bursting from my lips. My eyes roll back and I shudder as bliss washes through my limbs. I have never felt anything as exquisite as the delicious buzzing hardness of him.
A distant bark makes my heart jump, and I lift myself off Jasper quickly, hurrying to pull my clothes back on. Still lying in the grass, he lifts his hips so he can tug his pants into place. Once they are fastened, he throws his arms above his head, a huge sigh gusting from him.
“I feel better,” he declares.
“And you?” I ask Riordan. “Did you…?”
“Gods, yes. It wasn’t entirely satisfying, but it was a relief.”
My pussy feels warm, swollen, and sated, an afterglow that I try not to show on my face as Dorothy picks her way through the undergrowth toward us. Fiero is with her, still mouthing bits of whatever he found to eat. Some of the hairs of his muzzle are stained red.
Dorothy looks unhappy—or disappointed—but as she enters the clearing, her expression changes, smooths itself into one of pleasant companionship. “The road is that way.” She points.
“Do you think you can manage?” I ask the Scarecrow.
He gives me a bright, adoring smile. “Anything for my rescuer.”
Riordan snorts a laugh and stalks away, in the direction Dorothy indicated. He’s likely to be a bit uncomfortable, walking around in armor he just splattered with his own cum. But maybe the relief he experienced was worth it.
After helping Jasper to his feet and making sure he can walk on his own, I follow Riordan. I want him to understand that no matter what I just did with the Scarecrow, Jasper isn’t the one I’ve been missing all these months. He’s not the one I crossed realms for. No matter how angry I’ve been, Riordan is mine. And I need him to know it.
But when we step onto the road, and I walk side by side with the silent suit of armor, I can’t make myself say any of those words. So I do the next best thing.
“Ever since I left, I’ve been thinking about thecomhartha dia, and the god-stars,” I say. “You mentioned the Green Wizard is either a god-star or the priest of one.”
“Since he performed a god-curse on the Eater of Hearts, those are the only two options,” Riordan says.
“And the curses laid on you and Caer—are thosecomhartha dia?”
“It’s possible. Wishes twisted into curses. In which case the only way to break them is a retraction from him, or water from the Unending Pool. And since we can’t leave the Isle of Oz to fetch water from the Pool—”
