Goddess, that suction isjust right.
A sword falls towards my face in slow motion. A scream of equal parts terror and pleasure wrenches free of my body as death stares me in the face. Lore swirls circles around my clit with his tongue until my pussy is dripping, silently demanding to be filled.
A familiar sand-coloured wolf leaps over the top of us and tackles the Fomorian attempting to take my life just in time. My back arches under the relentless assault on my nerve endings even as the hair on the back of my neck rises in fear.
My hands drop to his head, fingers digging into the soft woollen fabric of his cap as I fight an internal battle of my own. Do I rip him away and save us both? Or do I give in, trust the others to protect us, and accept what my body so desperately wants?
“Danu’s sacred tits, Lore! Get her out of here!” Bree yells.
Lore mumbles something, but his mouth is sealed to my pussy, licking me closer and closer to orgasm with every stroke. He’s feasting on me with unashamed abandon, making the lewdest noises that somehow ring louder in my ears than the clang of weapons. My body, apparently not bothered by the poor timing, is winding tighter and tighter, begging for the release I’ve denied it. I writhe in the cold wet mud like a wild thing, so caught in the storm of light brewing behind my eyelids that I don’t care if I die, as long as I get to come first.
“Jaromir, shield her before he gets them both killed!” Drystan barks.
A golden bubble surrounds us, and Lore’s fingers take that as a sign to join the fun, pressing at my entrance until my body yields to his silent demand.
“Yes.” I don’t mean for the breathy word to slip out, but it does. “Goddess, don’t stop, Lore. Please, don’t stop.”
Mercifully, he doesn’t. His fingers pump in and out roughly, twisting to rub my G-spot while his tongue lashes my clit. It’s a devastating dual attack, and I don’t stand a chance. I come crashing down in a tempest of sensation that seems to explode outwards along every nerve at once. I drop back to the mud in a rush, eyes going wide as Lore sits back and licks his lips, and then his fingers with a wide grin.
“Lore, I…”
We shouldn’t have done that. The sparkling pleasure that lingers in my veins turns sour as I realise just how stupid that move was.
What was I thinking? No. Whywasn’tI thinking?
My arms wrap over my breasts defensively, shoulders shrinking as my legs snap together.
“Pretty Rose,” Lore whispers, moving closer and ripping off his hat in one smooth motion. It turns into a hooded poncho the second it lands on my head, covering my nudity. “Don’t be mad. You can’t help what you need.”
I clutch the fabric around me as he tugs me into his arms beneath the glowing golden dome. He holds me as my body starts to shake and my breathing collapses into ragged half-sobs. The battle around us is winding down, the rage-filled noises becoming few and far between, which leaves nothing to hide the quiet sounds of my melancholy confusion.
“Why did I do that?” I ask, curling closer into him. “I didn’t mean to charm you. I’m sorry. I should’ve put a stop to it.”
“It’s your first fever, silly pet,” he murmurs against my forehead. “It’s going to be rough.”
No soothing words. Just blunt, honest truth. Taking a deep breath, I try to force my breathing to even out by force of will as I focus on the scent of him to clear my mind. Coppery and tart and unmistakably Lore. A minute passes, then another, as I slowly will myself to calm down.
“My headache still isn’t gone,” I mutter disbelievingly.
He shifts, as if to continue where we left off, and I shove him away. “No. I might charm you again!”
His eyes burn into me as he says, “I loved eating your sweet pussy until you screamed and soaked my tongue. I want to taste you every morning when I wake up and every night when I go to sleep. You can never charm me to do something I don’t want to do, pet. I’ve been your slave since the day you were born.”
My heart stutters, then restarts twice as fast as I read his face, looking for any hint of deception. He lets me stare for a second before claiming my lips. This time, the kiss is languid and sensual. His fangs nip at my lips, and I taste myself on him.
I didn’t think I’d like it, but I realise with relief that it’s not as bad as I thought it would be. In fact, I’m almost… sweet?
Lore’s hand traces back down to rest on my bare thigh, then strokes up until he’s near my core again. “I want to fuck you so badly,” he murmurs against my lips. “But you need one of them there to hold me back when I finally slam my dick home and fill you up. I don’t want to damage my pretty pet.”
“You won’t,” I mumble against his mouth. “Lore.” I hesitate, holding back the word ‘please’ through force of will alone. “You’d never hurt me.”
Lore draws back as his fingers meet my still wet centre, tracing the combination of my cum and his saliva around my clit.
“That’s where you’re wrong.” He brushes my nose with his own as his fingers abandon the bundle of nerves to search out my entrance. “I want you on your knees, pinned to the ground by my cock with my fist in your hair while your prissy courtiers watch. I want to fuck you until your mind breaks and your body yields to me so completely you can’t imagine your life without me buried deep inside you.” He shoves two fingers back into me, the brutality of the invasion a sharp contrast to the softness of his earlier kiss. “I want your squeals. I want your pain. I want your blood mixed with mine and your mating bond written on our skin for everyone to see.”
My breath is gone, stolen by his words and the hammering thrust of his fingers in my sex. The image he’s painted in my mind is so primal that my body clenches around his digits and embarrassing wet noises somehow drown out the sounds of battle with each thrust.
“I want you to come.” Lore’s voice has turned deep and husky. “I want you to come so damn hard you strangle my cock and I fill you up with filthy under fae cum, but right now I’ll settle for you gushing on my fingers until you scream.”
