Page 70 of The Huntsman's Heart
Guin must notice me looking. She taps me with her toe, drawing my attention back to her, and I realize I’ve been staring at her gargoyle’s lips. “Kiss him,” she commands, as if she’s read my mind.
I lean closer. Perhaps if I was not horny as hell, desperate for her approval and my release, I might balk at the instruction, but now it feels like the most natural thing in the world.
I lower my head, capturing his mouth in a passionate kiss that Évandre meets with enthusiasm. The kiss feels different than the one I shared with Raban, flavored with Guin’s juices, his rapture obvious in the languid, heated caress of his tongue.
Kissing Évandre feels like a challenge—it’s a push and pull of tongues and lips and teeth. I nip his lip and he moans into my mouth and my cock throbs. Without another thought I sink into his inviting hole, pushing deep in a single thrust.
He sighs and I breathe it in, nudging deeper with another thrust of my hips. He’s so tight around me I’m worried I’ll hurt him, then I push past some kind of inner barrier and slide all the way to the hilt.
I lift my head, looking over Évandre to where the princess lays behind him, holding him. Her eyes are hot with desire, her lips parted, eager. I hold her gaze as I fuck into her plaything, imagining with every roll of my hips I’m pumping into her. Our faces are close, our breathing in time with one another as hers become short and sharp, laced with hunger.
Under me Évandre moans, and beside us the two I pleasured earlier crawl closer, drawn as if by magic They hold his legs for him, press kisses to his neck and chest as I draw my head and shoulders back and increase my pace. The fevered slap, slap of skin on skin is a wild drum beat that replaces the frantic beating of a heart I no longer possess.
I hold tight to my resolve, knowing the feel of Guin’s slick cunt around me will be worth the pain. I grit my teeth, clench every muscle in my body. I do not let go.
His little hole milks me to within an inch of sanity, but I don’t crack, even when he cries out and spasms around me. Even when she reaches for me, grabs my hair, and pulls me into a fierce kiss. My belly presses against his sticky, warm cum, coating my skin in his scent.
When we surface, I pull back, carefully withdrawing from Évandre. The princess kisses his temple, his cheek, whispers sweet words to him about how beautifully he took me. He did and he was. They all were. But the only thing I can think about right now is have I pleased her?
Will she finally let me have her cunt?
She releases Évandre and welcomes me into her arms.
I’m throbbing, so close to spilling, unable to think straight, let alone put my need into words.
I groan as the tip brushes against the impossibly smooth skin of her inner thigh and she giggles. Reaching between us, she grasps my cock and I let out a pained grunt. My hips thrust forward all on their own until I’m fucking her hand, desperate to be inside her. “Please, princess.”
“What is it, my love? Tell me what you need.”
I blink, stunned and warm and flustered by the sweet name she called me, needing to feel her surrounding me. “Please,” I say again.
“Do you need to cum for me?”
“Yes,” I grit out between clenched teeth.
“Are you going to cum if I keep going?” She slides her fist up and down my cock, and I groan.
“Yes!”
“Then what are you waiting for? Come here and claim your reward.”
She lies back, spreading her legs for me, baring that thick thatch of pretty curls, the wet slit I’ve longed for. Not a single moment of my anticipation comes anywhere close to the feeling of pushing the tip of my cock through the tight entrance of her perfect pussy. I very nearly lose it right then and there, but somehow I push through the wave of desire and deep into her cunt, working myself in until I’m buried in her.
She holds me close, wrapping her arms and legs around me and whispering into my ear. “Shhh. You did so well. It’s your turn now.”
I frown. “What about you, princess?” I can’t help but rock my hips a little, grinding inside her slick heat. “You have only cum once. You need to cum many, many more times yet.”
“Is that so?” She laughs. “Well you are welcome to do your best, but I meant what I said. It is your turn now. Take what you need.”
I bury my face in her neck for a moment, inhaling her scent, drawing my strength back for one last hurdle. “Thank you, princess. What I need is your pleasure. First and foremost. Always.”
Bracing myself on one arm, I reach between us until I can press a thumb against her little nub. Her eyes widen and her lips part.
Then I begin to move, searching for the rhythm that makes her eyes squeeze shut and her cheeks flush. Finding the right angle to rub and press and work that little bud until she’s digging her nails into my arms, letting loose a keening cry. And then,because I know my princess loves to be on top, I roll us, dragging her over me, never breaking the connection.
She moans. Bracing her hands on my belly, she rolls her hips and I choke out a curse. I may have miscalculated. Like this she has all the control. There’s no stopping her when she sets a hard, fast pace, bouncing on my cock, driving me out of my mind with pleasure.
Thankfully, it’s working on her too. I feel her cunt squeeze tight around me. Her nails dig into my flesh, and were I a mortal man, there would be marks there tomorrow.
