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“Who will see us?” I ask, stepping out of the river, her butt resting pleasantly against my fully erect cock. “The sheep? I will remember that I’m being judged by sheep as we pass.”
Faela covers her eyes with one arm, as if not seeing it herself will somehow hide her from the world, but doesn’t ask to be put down as I carry her easily up the riverbank toward the collapsing farmhouse. I kick open the door and take the stairs two at a time, eager to lay my sopping wet mortal on her soft bed.
There, I will show her everything. All of life’s mysteries will unravel before her eyes, including me.
Chapter Nine
Faela
Oh, I have never felt a feeling so sinful as this. It is delightful. Sensational. I want Kireth touching every part of me, his hands teaching me the edges of my body, his mouth showing me how to play his tantalizing game.
I know for certain I want him inside of me. It is a primal feeling, an urging from down deep in my belly for that soft mushroom head to open me up so I can draw it into my depths. The channel between my legs is clenching and opening again, over and over, as that stiff cock runs across me while Kireth carries me up the stairs.
When we are safely inside my room, he lowers me to the bed. I release his neck and fall back onto the quilt where I am, to my surprise, not ashamed to have him see me—all of me.
He drags in a harsh breath as his eyes drink me up. His pupils are huge and dark, absorbing almost all the red. Perhaps even his horns have grown, now longer and radiating out even farther from his head.
“You are beautiful,” he says, voice barely more than a whisper, as he drags a talon down from my collarbone to my belly. “The loveliest creature I’ve ever seen.”
I do not believe he’s telling me a lie. No, by the look in his eyes, the way his tail curls with pleasure behind him, he has seen something divine appear and the only person in the room is me. It is baffling, that he would want me, a nothing of a girl.
“I’ve felt that way about you since the moment you appeared to me,” I say, exposing everything I’ve been keeping locked up. But I feel I can trust him with these words now, the Kireth who went on a quest to help my little farm.
That mischievous grin returns, the one that plays at the corners of his mouth and hints at what else is to come. My god crouches over me, his knees trapping my hips, and brings one clawed hand up underneath my breast to gently tease my nipple. If I thought that felt marvelous, it doesn’t compare to when he brings his head down and those perfect lips latch onto me. Against my will, my back arches, pushing my breast further into his mouth, and his cock surges where it prods at my thigh.
“A marvelous creature,” Kireth whispers as he moves to pay attention to my other nipple. “So willing for me.”
I am. I would do anything he asked if it meant he would keep unleashing this tumult of bliss across my body. While he licks and nips at my breasts, his hand ventures down until his claws are squeezing the thickest part of my thigh. I sense he is holding himself back for my pleasure, for my comfort, and I’m not sure I want him to.
I long to see the real Kireth, the true Kireth, hiding underneath the exterior of a self-assured immortal. So I whimper his name, and he lifts his head from his attentions, a look of concern crossing his face.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks, brow furrowed. I didn’t expect this considerate side to him.
“No.” I shake my head forcefully. “I just...” How do I put to words what I want? I seek a fulfillment that only he can give me, something that will ease the growing heat between my legs. “I need you,” is all I can think to say, and this time his smile is wide and whole and full of an emotion I can’t quite place.
“Ah, yes,” he says, kissing the valley between my breasts. “I understand.”
I’m glad he does, but when he lowers himself so his head is over my hips, I’m not so sure anymore. I know that thick cock of his belongs inside me, and it doesn’t look like he’s about to grant my wish.
“Kireth?” I ask as he shifts us so he’s crouched between my knees. He holds up a hand, and there’s a shhk! sound as his claws withdraw.
I didn’t know they could do that.
“Will you trust me?” he asks, running his now smooth fingertips up and down my thighs. I long for him to edge just a little closer, to find the curls at the juncture of my legs and dip underneath them.
“Of course,” I say, because I do.
I gasp as his cool hand slides between my thighs and, with a gentle nudge, urges them apart. My legs obey immediately, widening enough that he sighs with satisfaction.
No one has ever seen me there, in my most vulnerable place, but what do I have to hide from an immortal being? One who has probably lain with thousands of others? I try not to let the jealousy rise in me, fierce and hot—but I’m distracted from it immediately by a gust of cool air on my sensitive skin as Kireth dips his head between my legs.
“Oh!” My pussy tightens and then releases again as he breathes on me, and there’s a steady warmth building there as he peers up over my mound of curly hair.
He chuckles. “I haven’t even touched you yet.” He licks the tip of his index finger, sensually lapping at it with his pink tongue, wetting it until it’s dripping. His eyes don’t leave mine as he lowers it and softly runs it across my outer folds. I’ve touched myself there, of course, but it has not prepared me for the way he’s caressing me, teasing just the ridges of me as a droplet of liquid seeps down.
“You’re already so wet for me,” he says with delicious approval. “I will make sure you are a sad girl no longer.”
The pad of his finger slides down and I gasp, all my muscles curling up instinctively as he passes over the sensitive nub hidden there. It feels like pure light. Then he returns, and this time I’m prepared for the pleasure that barrels through me when he stops and swishes his fingertip back and forth. The light is expanding, becoming more and more blinding.
