Ifeel like I’ve conquered a new planet, having my cock under my command. Maybe it was besting Zomah that created my new confidence. Or maybe it was spilling twice in my Alara’s insatiable mouth that bestowed me this level of control. Either way, it’s goddess-given, and I am grateful.
We’re spending the rest of the day in the furs, but there is still much to be done to prepare for the hostage exchange. I issue commands to warriors and apprentices as I pass them, ignoring their shocked yellow pigment when they notice Delphie slung over my shoulder like a war prize.
Let them look. Let them envy me. She’s mine, and now they know it.
Once inside our quarters, I lock the door and toss her into the furs. Right away, she unwraps her headscarf and tugs off her outer tunic. She has a sveli underneath, but it hugs more closely to the lines of her body, and I can’t wait to see her pull it off, too. But before I can indulge in her body, I need to make sure she’ll be comfortable. I adjust the climate controls via the comm, raising the temperature enough that she won’t be chilled without her clothes.
Delphie sits up to watch me. “Won’t that screw up the humidity levels?” she asks worriedly.
“When I’m done with my lessons. I’ll turn it back down. It will be fine for a few hours.”
“Hoursof practice?” she asks faintly.
“Hours, Delphie.” I crawl onto the bed, caging her in with my arms, covering her with my body, pinning her legs to the furs with mine. Dipping my head to run my nose along her jaw, I add, “I want to be the best for you.”
She catches my face in her hands, forcing me to look her in the eye. “That’s what I keep trying to show you. You alreadyare.”
Why does that cut deeper than the scar across my face? They are the words I have always secretly longed to hear, I realize. In my endless pursuit of my father’s affection, I always strove to be the best at whatever he asked of me. The best scholar. The best warrior. The best Jara. The best son.
But he never rewarded me with praise or acknowledgement, only better or worse punishments. Maybe part of me expected my queen to withhold her approval and affection. Maybe I’ve been bracing for it. But she is generous, as always. Her heart might be warm enough to thaw my icy one.
“I don’t want to be your teacher right now,” Delphie says, tracing the furrows in my brow. “I want to be your partner. I want to discover this together. You don’t know my body, but I don’t know yours, either. This isn’t about what I’ve experienced before or you haven’t. This is all new, all ours.”
“Ours,” I agree, breathing in her scent. Is this something humans do? I don’t care whether they do or not, I realize. I want it, and I can ask for it. “I want to smell you everywhere.”
Her crooked smile tells me her joy is rising like mine. “I can give you that.”
I help her out of her clothes, untying sashes and unlacing tunics, sliding off svelis and trousers. Soon the pile of discarded clothing is bigger than she is. She gleams in the furs when I’ve finished baring her.
Beginning at the crown of her head, I run the bridge of my nose over her barely-furred scalp. I draw her scent as deep into my lungs as I can, praying to Alioth it will lodge there. Then I smell behind her ears andinher ears, which makes her squirm and squeal. Under her jaw and over the planes of her face. The hollow of her neck, where my bite is still appealingly evident.
Every part of her is the same and yet slightly different. Muskier under her arms, sweeter between her breasts. Her mouth smells like me and so do her hands. Her cunt smells the best, like inhaling a piece of her soul.
“I want all of you to smell likeme,” I growl against her belly. In fact, I can’t believe I’ve let her out of this room without her scent clothed in mine.
Her stomach muscles tighten as my breath feathers over her abdomen. “I can give you that, too.”
I pause. If this is ours, it should be more than me asking and her giving. “What doyouwant, Alara?”
“Right this minute?” She gives me one of her adorable square-toothed grins. “I want to come, Nikky. With you inside me, if you’re ready. I can’t wait anymore.”
A groan tears out of me. IfI’mready? Despite the incremental measure of control I’ve gained from her earlier attentions, I’m nearly spilling again.
“I can give you that. It might not be good,” I warn. “But I will improve.”
“It’ll be good.” She wriggles her hips. Her cunt is so near my face that I can’t dipping my tongue into her folds for a taste of her. She sighs and arches against my face when my tongue slides over her pleasure spot.
“What is this area called?” I ask, replacing my tongue with the pad of my finger. “The place that makes you come.”
“It’s a clitoris,” she answers, voice breathy. “We usually say clit. That’s its Nik-name.”
“Clit,” I repeat. Such a small, tender bite of a word. I pet it softly, feel it stiffen and swell under my touch. “I’m happy to have a special name for this that is only mine. No one else will touch you here.”
She gives a stuttered laugh. “You don’t have to worry about that. You’d be surprised how hard it is for some men to find.”
“They will not evenlookat what’s mine,” I growl, my scalp prickling at the thought of another male between Delphie’s legs. I may not be a pleasure warrior yet, but I am skilled with my blades and would be happy to meet any male in the pits if she is the prize.
“I’d tell you to settle down, but actually, don’t. Come up here with that jealousy and fuck it out of your system.” She grabs my shoulders, urging me up her body until my cock is notched at her entrance. She’s much smaller than me, but her cunt is slick and stretchy. We will fit together, goddess willing.
