Page 43 of Many Ruined Vows on a Forbidden Frolic

Amusement eases the tightness in my chest. I refocus on Pikr, who watches my face intently as he swipes his finger through my folds again. I bite my lip around a moan.

“I have an idea.” He scowls. “But once again, you’ve neglected to wear shoes.”

“Psh,” I dismiss the notion. My eyelids flutter as he presses deeper, parting my labia enough to caress the slickness hidden inside. “Anything you can do, I can do faster without shoes.”

Pikr dips one thick finger inside my grasping pussy, and I cry out, clenching around him.

“Fine.” He retreats, leaving me bereft and whimpering. “Then run, and don’t stop until you find a spot you’d like to be fucked or I catch you.”

Chapter Thirty-Two

Pikquarrys

The burgundy rings in Princess Loreleivnna’s eyes darken, and I know I’ve invited trouble. The moment her bare feet hit the ground, she bursts forward like the violent eruption of Mount Ingensduum that fuels my forge.

Inside its sheath, my cock pulses with the last vestiges of my self-control. Her hips sway and jolt enticingly as she ducks and sprints away, her nimble footsteps avoiding sticks and leaves in her path.

My prey zags to the right, trying to lose me. I growl, a deep satisfaction reverberating through my nether regions when she tosses a frightened look over her shoulder. It’s reminiscent of the shock and fear she displayed when I caught her at the tavern. That was the first time I caught the scent of her most intimate place, and oh, how I managed to keep my fingers from venturing inside it that night is a feat of the Fallen.

This chase is all the much more exhilarating knowing that I’ll feel her tight cunt welcoming me at the end. Judging by the ripeness of her scent, teasing me on every breeze, I know she feels the same. Her rich midnight and golden honeycomb is heightened by the pollen that bobs and weaves in the air between us.

“Argh!” Loreleivnna grunts with effort, springing off a stump to grab a branch. She swings, launching herself a few feet ahead.

She’s a damn clever brat, and I love it. Every trick she hurls my way causes my wicked grin to grow. There’s no way an elf can outrun me, no matter how fleet of foot, nor how tempting.

“Run, little mouse,” I call.

My cunning witch hurls a glare over her shoulder, glittering peridot eyes growing wide at how close I am. Her aimless pattern has successfully kept me from achieving top speed so far, which only makes me want to pin her down and fuck her more.

Ribbons of moonlight perforate through gaps in the Aevumoon Iris petals above. I gauge our location by the stars and snort with glee. We’re close to the perfect location for rutting my prize.

With a burst of speed, I close in. Curving at the waist, I swing to the right. In two quick lopes, I nab my prey and sling her over my shoulder.

“Unnff!” she yelps.

“Naughty mouse,” I tease, thundering through the grove. The scent of her arousal is so close, and so thick, I taste it with every breath.

“Vile centaur.” Princess Loreleivnna slams her fists against my back, squirming, tossing that scent in my face. “Unhand me!”

A growl escapes my throat. “No.”

Slowing to a trot, I graze the goosebumps on her calf, then higher. The smooth skin on her upper thigh is coated with a layer of slick. Her squirmy grunts morph into sounds of pleasure when I reach her bare sex and slip the tip of my index finger inside.

“That’s twice now I’ve won you, and I’ve yet to consummate my victory.” I pump my finger, and she goes slack over my shoulder. “I’m going to fuck this tight pussy until I’m satisfied with my prize.”

“More promises,” Loreleivnna says tartly, and her tone makes my sheath grow tight. She squeezes her thighs around my hand, my right palm flat on her rear to keep her steady. “Where?”

Without responding, I approach the stump of an Aevumoon Iris, one of the only felled trees to be found in the grove. A new tree grows from the remnant, sprouting tall off to the side, its lowest branches flawlessly arranged for my purposes.

I pause to tease her some more. I lift her skirt and hold it in my right hand, using my left to spread her cheeks. Her holes clench around the sudden air, and I groan at the sight.

“Your thighs are saturated, Blossom.” I gather some of the glistening liquid and rub it together with the strings of slick dripping from her open cunt. “Is this all for me?”

“Yes,” she whines. “You know it’s for you.”

With two fingers, I spread her open to watch her insides flutter. She squirms, and I nip at her rear.

“Please, Pikr.”