Page 67 of Kingdom of Rot & Ruin
It took me long seconds to realize Shava struggled under me, swearing and grunting. I slid back down into the warm pool as she rolled over onto her back, propping herself up on her elbows.
For a moment, we stared at each other.
“Well?” she bit out, teeth clenched.
I sensed a trap, but had no idea how to avoid it.
“Thank you?” I tried, figuring you couldn’t go wrong with being polite.
Her eyes narrowed before her expression flattened out, unreadable even if it wasn’t dim in the cave. One finger crooked at me, beckoning me forward.
Did she want to go again? I’d never done that with Clover back to back, but I would certainly try; for research, of course.
I swam over to her, a smirk perched at the corner of my lips.
SMACK.
Hot, stinging pain assaulted me. I grew weary of her striking me.
“No more hitting.” I grabbed her wrist and pushed her up against the wall. I expected a fight, but she let me, eyes hooded and smoky as they appraised me. She wanted to see what I would do next.
Just you wait, little flame.
By process of elimination, I realized my error. I had simply taken from her, like I always did with Clover. Admittedly, I’d never felt this out of control or off balance with Clover, but it was no excuse to lose my mind. The books were clear that a woman could have pleasure as well, during the act.
I would rectify that now.
One hand splayed across her hips and pushed, telling her to stay put up against the cave wall.
Keeping my hand in place, slowly I got on my knees before her. Her eyes darkened, matching the pitch blackness of the surrounding abyss.
Sometimes you had to go low in order to rise. From the ground, there was only one way to go: up.
My mouth descended on her center.
The surprised exhale of breath that left her sent a bolt of lust straight to my core, hardening me for a second time. Her heat welcomed me as I dove between her legs, her fingers burying in my hair. She tasted slightly bitter but with a sweet tinge as well, like the darkest of chocolates.
Her leg muscles shook and twitched the longer I sucked and licked, and stroked my tongue in and out of her like it was my cock. I pushed her hips harder against the wall and hooked her legs around my head and shoulders. Her moans increased in volume and intensity.
“Is this what you were after?” I growled into her, myvoice vibrating inside of her. Her hips thrust harder against my face in response.
I grinned against her inner lips and dove in again.
“Zephyr, gods!”
Yes. I liked that. And maybe one day I would be a fucking god after I completed all the blood rituals I could. Zephyr: the bastard god.
Her inner walls tightened around my nose and I went still, letting her ride out her pleasure against my face. Her cries of ecstasy echoed around the cavern, her breaths labored and fast.
“I can feel you smirking against me. Stop it,” she panted.
Gently, I set her legs down, though her muscles still quivered.
“If you fight all battles from your knees, you’ll always win,” Shava continued. Her feet slapped against the wet rock as she got up, grabbing her tunic and disappearing back into the main cavern.
“Likewise,” I smirked to the darkness.
I took some time to exist alone, contemplating. Now that an idea had hatched in my mind, my hyper fixation wanted to grab it and run.
