The stone buildings gave way to low walls and then to open ground and they trudged through silvery fields of grass lit by moonlight. Ahead of them the lake stretched out wide and its onyx waters still. The craggy mountains surrounded it on all sides, their peaks disappearing into low clouds, and the only sound was the water and the wind moving through the tree line at the far edge of the field.
Liora knew they should head back to the town. But instead, she grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the trees.
She didn’t know what kind of trees they were, perhaps they were endemic to this place or to Vale Crossing. Their trunks were thick and grew close together like walls, the branches overhead knitting above them to form a canopy.
Liora stopped at the edge of it and looked up through the branches at the stars. She felt his presence behind her—how could she not? Even with his tail coiled around, he was still a head taller than her. Still, she drew in a breath of surprise when she turned and saw how close he was. So close, she could feel the rise and fall of his broad chest.
Her fingers itched.
And she knew she shouldn’t, but?—
Aww, fuck it.
She reached up and pulled him down to her. He came willingly, one hand braced against the nearest trunk, the other finding her waist. He stopped inches from her mouth.
“What happened to keeping things simple?”
She sighed. “I think ‘simple’ went out the door a long time ago.”
He closed the scant distance between them sealing his lips to hers. The initial touch of his lips was cold and she was only happy to warm them with her own. He let out a small sound, then that forked tongue of his worked its way between her lips, unsealing them. The touch of it was as good as she remembered, maybe even better now, especially with the faint taste of liquor on them.
He shivered.
“Are you cold?” she asked. “The weather out here?—”
“Is fine,” he said. “You’ll get me warmed up.” His tail slid up her leg, higher still, coiling and wrapping around the limb. He gave an experimental squeeze.
“Ohhhh…”
She practically melted against him, imagining that entire tail, his entire body, winding and compressing around her. While she didn’t have an erotic asphyxiation fetish, she could now see the appeal.
His fingers spread out over her hips, pressing against her, moving up the hem of her shirt and then sliding down under the waistband of her pants, his palms a branding heat on her bare skin.
“Yes?” he asked as his thumb skimmed over the top of her panties.
“Yes,” she answered. “Yes, to all of it.”
He didn’t even wait a beat as he slid down farther, first to the front of her cotton panties, teasing her. The fabric grew embarrassingly wet under his touch and she was squirming and panting in no time. When he stopped and moved his hand higher, she let out a whimper of disappointment, which was quickly replaced by a moan as his fingers dipped under her panties. He immediately went for her clit, the thick calloused pads circling the nub, sending shivers through her. When he slid a middle finger inside her, she grabbed at his forearms to steady herself.
“You’re dripping on me,” he whispered into her ear. “So fucking wet.”
He slipped in another finger, then ground the heel of his hand over her clit. The sounds coming from between her thighs were obscene, but that only spurred him on, his arm pistoning up and down like his life depended on it. The orgasm came quick and violent, and she barely had time to bite at her lip to stop herself from moaning too loud.
She was barely coming back when he captured her mouth again, the forked tongue flicking at her. Then he pushed her further back so she leaned against the tree trunk, his torsopushing up against her. “Stay there,” he ordered and began to slide lower.
“I’m not going any—oh!”
In one motion, he pulled her pants and underwear down, then used his hands and tail to lift her feet to whip them away. Then he hoisted one leg over his shoulder before pressing his mouth to her pussy.
“Ungh!”
He nuzzled against her lips, nose rubbing on her center. Her hips rolled involuntarily against him, seeking the delicious friction he teased. His teeth gently grazed her and she grabbed at his hair.
“More,” she urged. “Please.”
And he did, licking and sucking at her, his forked tongue slipping into her. The feeling was different, in a good way. However, when he used it to flick at her clit…
“Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!”
