Page 41 of Forgotten Fate

My trembling hands fumbled slightly, stumbling with the belt and zipper until Zen was forced to help me along, lifting me up to allow his pants onto the floor.

When I reclaimed my position, his fingers found the cleft between my legs, and I mewled with pleasure, my slickness causing his erection to jump against me.

“You’re ready for me already?” Zen sounded vaguely surprised, as if I hadn’t been playing out this exact moment in my mind every minute.

“You shouldn’t have left me to my own devices for so long,” I rasped, rubbing my wetness against him.

“Oh, shit,” he groaned. “I’ll be home faster going forward.”

I let him inside me then, the prodding of his massive unit once again stealing my breath away. A low cry vibrated through the room, but this time, Zen was not going slowly. He knew I could handle him now, every last inch, and he was holding out for no one.

His hands spread me wide to allow him more room to writhe inside me, and I gasped aloud, his thrusts going deep. I tensed around him, and he cursed under his breath, but before he could jerk out, I began to bounce.

“Miri, my gods…”

His fingers dug into my buttocks now, spreading me wide and guiding me up and down on him. In perfect unison, we rocked against one another, his cock growing slicker, my center more drenched with each push.

He fell back on an angle, bucking up against my down pushes, and I gasped over and over, struggling to find my breathing. My hands reached down to pull him against me, my body falling forward to shove my right breast into his mouth. Lips suctioned around it, and I squeaked, my orgasm building.

“You’re so hard!” I wheezed, the words only making him more rigid. Sweat formed over my face, my eyes closing when my vision blurred. He bit my nipple, and I screamed out, my release waiting no longer. I gushed over him in streams, his low, pleased chuckle vibrating my whole body.

“Good, Little Mouse. Come for me. Only for me. You’re mine.”

His own words did him in, bringing him to his own brink, and just as my climax ended, his began.

More heat passing between our bodies.

I fell forward fully, half-smothering Zen with my breasts, but gauging by the kisses on my prickled skin, he didn’t seem to mind.

A loud rumble from outside rolled me to the side, and Zen laughed.

“Sounds like we shook the ground,” he teased. “And brought in a storm.”

The room illuminated as a flash of lightning followed his words, and I chuckled, too, a hand on my chest, another on his sweaty pec as we turned to look toward the arched windows that faced the courtyard.

Rain began to pelt along the glass then, a wind picking up from the east, but as Zen turned to cuddle my naked form, someone knocked on the outer door.

“Really?” I mumbled grouchily.

“That would be our dinner,” he reminded me, kissing my cheek softly and sliding off the huge mattress to locate his pants.

I remained in my place, naked and spent, head turned toward the window. A soft, contented smile played along my lips as I watched the rain begin to streak against the glass, the gray afternoon darkening to evening in the background.

My eyes grew heavier for a moment, my mind wavering between that meditative spot of wakefulness and sleep, when suddenly, I saw her.

She smiled at me from the recesses of my memory, extending the dagger. The blade gleamed with magic, dripping in green and blue glitter.

“It’s your turn, Mousie. Do it now before it’s too late.”

She grinned at me in the memory, her leer taunting and horrifying as I reached to take the blade from her hand, my own feelings muddled about the situation.

“Come on, Mousie!” a chorus chanted. “Do it! Do it! Do it!”

A male whispered in my ear now, his breath too familiar and chilling my blood to ice. “You know what needs to be done, little one. Do it before you lose your chance.”

In my mind’s eye, I turned to look at a trembling young fae, his hands held up as he begged for mercy.

“Please, no!” he sobbed. “Don’t do it!”

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