Page 130 of A Crown of Lies

“I don’t think that’s possible,” Saya said, caressing her cheek with another smile as radiant as the stars. “I like everything you do to me.”

Mercia grinned and started working on shedding her clothes while Saya tugged off the last of hers. It was almost a relief to be naked, as it meant she could feel more of Saya’s soft, flushed skin against hers. Mercia fell on her with a barrage of kisses, showering her neck and chest with attention while sliding a hand up the outside of her thigh. She delighted in the way Saya squirmed under her as she teased a nipple to attention, but even more enticing was the way her stomach tightened when she dropped her kisses lower. She traced a line with her tongue down from Saya’s navel. Like Aryn, Saya didn’t have a lot of body hair, only a very slight dusting of it over her sex, the same color as the hair on her head. Mercia wondered if that was an elvish trait or not. Either way, she found it endearing on both of them.

She lifted her tongue from Saya’s skin just as she reached her pubic bone. Saya whimpered and lifted her hips from the bed.

Mercia’s nerves stirred as she looked down at the perfect, beautiful elf before her, an elf who had almost certainly had other female lovers before. What if, in her inexperience, she was no good at it? What if she found she didn’t like the taste of it? She doubted that would be the case, as she hadn’t minded her own taste when Aryn kissed her… or when he would take his fingers out of her and feed them to her. But this might be different. This might—

“Mercia…” Saya cupped her cheek. “Do you want to stop?”

“Nine hells, no,” Mercia said roughly, and leaned down to nip at the sensitive flesh of Saya’s inner thigh.

Saya moaned and tipped her head back, so Mercia bit down harder, testing the limits. Even when her teeth sank into skin, Saya didn’t push her away. She writhed and moaned beneath her until Mercia had to hold her in place. When she finally released her, Saya fell back to the mattress panting, and there was a darkening red bite mark where Mercia’s teeth had been. Seeing it sent a strange thrill through Mercia.

“Again,” Saya rasped. “Bite me again.”

“It might leave bruises,” Mercia warned.

“I don’t care. I want it. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

Mercia was all too happy to oblige, giving a matching mark to the other side and two more besides. By the time she was finished, the first had already begun to darken into a bruise, but Mercia was more distracted by the gleaming wetness between the bite marks she’d left. Her mouth watered at the sight of it, at the thought of tasting Saya in the most intimate way, of making her writhe even more with pleasure. Enough that she forgot her earlier fear and pushed Saya’s thighs apart, settling between them.

Her tongue darted out, testing. The first taste was pure bliss, even more so when Saya let out a desperate moan. She was slick and soft, complicated and beautiful… And Mercia couldn’t get enough. After the initial taste, she gave Saya a long, slow lick up the center, gathering as much of that honey sweet taste as she could. Saya moaned again and reached down between her legs to spread herself wider, giving Mercia better access.

Mercia tried everything, taking her time to explore every lovely inch of Saya with her tongue. When she got braver, and her jaw tired, she slipped a finger into Saya and began pumping it slowly in and out.

That finally broke Saya’s composure and she bit out a curse, her back arching off the mattress. Mercia smiled to herself and added a second finger before moving them faster, rougher, drawing out Saya’s pleasured moans. Just as she thought Saya might be getting used to the treatment, she ducked her head back between her legs and stroked the sweet spot at Saya’s center with her tongue.

“Mercia!” Saya gasped, her voice high and tight as she palmed her breast. She panted and turned her head to the side, exposing her neck and those lovely collarbones. Saya bit out another curse, this time in Elvish. “Oh f-f-fuck! I’m going to—”

Saya lifted her head and let out a panicked sound as she watched Mercia tip her over the edge. Her body contracted around Mercia’s fingers, convulsing rhythmically.

Saya’s fingers tangled in Mercia’s hair while Mercia’s plunged deeper, wringing more and more panicked sounds from her lover until there was a raw, desperate shout. Liquid gushed out of Saya, coating Mercia’s hands, tongue, and chest.

Surprised, Mercia pulled away, but the sight of Saya trembling, pleasured, and boneless drew her back in. Mercia gave her one last lick, the taste of her even sweeter than before, before crawling back up to kiss her.

Saya threw her arms around Mercia, moaning into her mouth, before slipping a hand down to glide through Mercia’s wetness. “Mmm. That made you so wet, didn’t it, Mercia? I want to taste you now.”

Mercia flushed and pulled away. “You might not. I mean… Maybe not this time? I was with Aryn just before this.”

“I forgot you like cocks too, don’t you?” Saya grinned, and Mercia sucked in a breath through her teeth as two of her delicate digits slid inside. “I bet you’d like it if you could have us both at once, wouldn’t you? You could lick me while he fucks your greedy little pussy.”

Mercia’s eyes rolled back, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. Hearing a proper lady like Saya say such things was a sweet pleasure all its own.

“Do you let him cum in here? Dirty little girl. I don’t mind sharing you though. I bet he’d like to watch us. I know you’d like to watch them, wouldn’t you?” Saya nipped at Mercia’s earlobe, her fingers moving faster.

“Yes,” Mercia panted. She didn’t have the sense left to deny it. Saya was robbing her of her ability to think with her sweet, nimble fingers.

“You know that’s what they’re doing? Probably right now, same as us. Next time, we’ll all do it together so you can watch. I want to see the raw lust in those pretty eyes and feel how wet you get while my husband sucks your lover’s cock.”

Mercia tried to imagine the scene, tried to paint the look of utter pleasure on Aryn’s face. Saya pushed her fingers deeper, shifting so that she could start rubbing her clit with her thumb, and that was all it took. With a shout, Mercia’s body tightened around Saya’s fingers. Her hips jerked, making Saya’s thumb rub harder against her. For a moment, reality winked out of existence, as an orgasm quaked through her.

When it was over, she collapsed against Saya, a trembling panting mess. Saya smoothed her hair away from her face and shifted her to rest against her chest. “How was that, my sweet?”

“Gods,” Mercia managed, her voice as shaky as she was. “Oh gods.”

“Take a breath. I’ll give you a minute to recover before I show you a little more.”

“More?” Mercia almost whimpered, even as her gut tightened with anticipation.

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