Page 24 of Orange Tundra
The food was simple but filling - chunks of some kind of meat in a rich broth, with thick slices of bread on the side. As I ate, Sim occasionally reached out to brush crumbs from my chin or offer particularly choice bits from his own portion. His tail wouldoccasionally brush against my leg, a casual touch that felt both comforting and distracting.
The room Zulkir led us to was barely larger than a closet. Sim stepped inside first, his tail flicking with irritation as he surveyed the cramped space.
“Barely the size of my wardrobe,” he muttered, running a hand along the stone wall.
I followed him in, taking in the sparse furnishings - a narrow bed, a small table, and two chairs that had seen better days. The air felt thick and stale, like the room hadn’t been used in years. Despite the “royal” designation, it felt more like a glorified cell.
Sim guided me to one of the chairs, his movements careful and deliberate. A covered tray sat on the table, and when he lifted the lid, the smell of fresh bread and meat made my stomach growl embarrassingly loud.
“Eat,” he said, pushing a bowl into my hands. His golden eyes watched me intently as I took the first bite.
The food was simple but filling - chunks of some kind of meat in a rich broth, with thick slices of bread on the side. As I ate, Sim occasionally reached out to brush crumbs from my chin or offer particularly choice bits from his own portion. His tail would occasionally brush against my leg, a casual touch that felt both comforting and distracting.
Sim takes a seat beside me, his eyes holding mine as I continue to eat. I feel his fingers brush against mine, and I realize I’m clutching the bowl tightly, my knuckles white. With a soft smile, he lifts my hand and presses a gentle kiss to my knuckles. My heart stutters at the intimate gesture.
“Relax,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down my spine. “We have all the time in the world.”
I nod, but my stomach is tied in knots. It’s not the food that has me on edge; it’s the knowledge of what comes next.Sim senses my hesitation and leans in closer, his warm breath fanning my ear.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispers, his tail curling around my waist, pulling me gently towards him.
I don’t resist as he takes the bowl from my hands and sets it aside. His lips find my jaw, then my neck, his breath tickling my skin as he places soft kisses along my sensitive skin. I tilt my head back, exposing more of my neck to him, and he nips gently at the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. A surge of desire shoots through me, and I moan softly.
His hands slide up my arms, sending tingles down my spine, before resting gently on my shoulders. With a gentle pressure, he pushes me back so I’m lying down, and he hovers over me, his eyes burning with intensity. His gaze rakes over my body, taking in every curve and hollow, and I feel exposed and desired all at once. His tail wraps around my leg, pulling my thigh against his hip, and I can feel his arousal against my hip.
His lips find mine, and he kisses me slowly, deeply. His mouth moves against mine, and I taste myself on him, a heady reminder of our intimacy. My hands find his fur, burying themselves in the soft warmth, and I feel his purr vibrate against my chest. His tongue tangles with mine, and I feel the tip of his fangs graze my lower lip, sending a jolt of desire straight to my core.
I run my hands down his chest, feeling the play of muscle under the soft fur, and he arches into my touch. His tongue traces the shell of my ear, and I can feel his warm breath against my skin as he nibbles gently on my earlobe.
“Sim,” I breathe, my voice hoarse with need.
“I know,” he whispers, his voice full of dark promise.
His hands slide down my sides, tracing the curve of my waist, before resting on the swell of my hips. With gentle pressure, his fingers urge my thighs apart, and I oblige, my body feeling heavyand boneless. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my inner thighs, his touch light and teasing, and I feel my breath quicken.
His lips find the sensitive spot just below my ear, and he nips gently as his fingers find the center of my desire. With a gentle touch, he teases and strokes, his fingers finding a rhythm that has me squirming and moaning. His tail curls more firmly around my leg, holding me in place as my hips instinctively rock against his hand.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “So responsive.”
His thumb finds my most sensitive spot, and he circles it gently, sending sparks of pleasure through me. My breath catches in my throat, and I can feel the coil of desire tightening within me. My hands grip his shoulders, my fingers digging into his fur as I feel my release building.
“Sim,” I gasp, my hips arching off the bed. “Please.”
He chuckles, the vibration buzzing against my ear, and redoubles his efforts, adding a second finger and increasing the pressure. I cry out, my body bowing as pleasure washes over me in wave after wave. I feel boneless and floaty, my body still thrumming with the aftershocks.
Sim kisses me gently, his tongue tangling with mine as he savors my taste. His fingers continue their slow, gentle strokes, drawing out my pleasure. I feel his purr rumble through his chest, vibrating through our connected mouths.
“My beautiful Brynn,” he whispers, his lips brushing mine. “So responsive to my touch.”
I blush, my cheeks heating at his words, but I don’t look away. I feel a sense of pride in my body’s response to him, in the pleasure I find in his touch. He chuckles softly, sensing my thoughts.
“No need to be shy,” he teases, his tail curling more firmly around my leg. “Not after all we’ve shared.”
I smile, my body still buzzing with the aftershocks of my release. Sim props himself up on one elbow, his free hand tracing lazy patterns on my abdomen.
“Better?” he asks, his eyes soft with concern.
I nod, my chest feeling light and my limbs heavy. I feel relaxed and content, a deep satisfaction coursing through me.
