Page 48 of The Wolf and Her Shadows

“None,” I whisper, shaking my head.

My breath quickens as Vannaria unties the knot at the front of my pants and begins slowly dragging them down my legs, backing away from me as she does so. Propping myself up on my elbows, I watch her step off the end of the bed and toss them to the floor. Her movements are unhurried as she crosses the room, locking the door with a definitive click.

I squeeze my thighs together, the slickness between them making my increasing arousal readily apparent. When her gaze meets mine again, the devilish look on the woman’s face sends a shiver throughout my entire body and my excitement builds with every step she takes back towards me.

After she’d closed the distance between us once more, Vannaria slips her hands under each of my knees and gently guides me towards the edge of the bed. I immediately obey, my legs falling open of their own accord to allow her to step between them.

She leans in, her warm breath ghosting over my lips as she whispers, “Allow me to worship you properly, Your Majesty.” And then, Vannaria, The Shadow Prince, falls to her knees before me.

A heartbeat later, her mouth is on my cunt.

I choke back a gasp, the feeling of the elf’s tongue parting my folds already causing my legs to tremble in anticipation. She inhales deeply, her nose brushing against my clit as she groans, sending a fresh flood of arousal through me. One of my hands digs into the hair at the base of her braid, attempting to press her face more fully against my core, while the other clamps over my mouth to stifle a moan.

Heading my request, Vannaria swipes her tongue along my entrance before wrapping her lips around my clit, sucking gently while her tongue swirls around it in rough tight circles. Whimpering against my palm, I squeeze my eyes shut, stars dancing behind my eyelids.

I briefly feel her lips curling up into a grin before her arms slip beneath my thighs, lifting them up onto her strong shoulders. The fingertips of one of her hands trail up my stomach before coming to a stop at my nipple, swirling around it in rhythm with her tongue. My hips buck when I feel two fingers of her other hand gently swipe through my wetness.

She hums, the vibrations of it echoing throughout my entire body as those same two fingers slip deep inside my cunt. I grit my teeth, barely containing a cry of pleasure when she draws them partway out before thrusting in again.

Another slow thrust and her fingers curl, stroking along the spot that drives me mad with pleasure. My grip on her hair tightens and it takes every bit of self-restraint I have not to unleash a feral snarl.

Oh, how I’ve missed the feeling of a woman devouring me.

Each stroke of her fingers, every swirl of her tongue and pinch to my nipple, drives me closer to the edge. My body trembles, muscles straining from the effort to keep as still as I’m able. The hand over my mouth is the only thing containing the moans, growls, and cries alike attempting to rip their way out of me.

Another thrust and a tear leaks from the corner of my eye. Another swirl of her tongue and I choke on a gasp. Another near-painful pinch to my nipple and my hips buck so violently I fear I might’ve injured her.

In response, her lips wrap tighter around my clit, and she sucks on it much harder than she had been. That's all it takes for a wave of ecstasy to entirely consume me. My back arches, hands abandon their previous tasks of clutching desperately at the sheets beneath me, mouth falls open in a silent scream as my orgasm crashes through me.

The first aftershock hits while I collapse bonelessly onto the mattress once more. The second when I attempt to suck in a deep breath, my lungs burning from holding my breath so as not to accidentally cry out. The third shockwave is so forceful that my entire body spasms.

All the while Vannaria continues, unrelenting.

In a lust-filled haze, I grab hold of the woman’s braid and pry her mouth away from my cunt. “No more,” I croak, forcing my eyes open so I can look at her.

The sight that greets me is nearly enough to drive me to a second climax. Vannaria’s eyes are still firmly on my cunt, half-lidded and so dark they’re reminiscent of the night sky as she licks her lips, seemingly attempting to lap up the arousal covering her mouth and chin. She barely even appears to be winded, the rise and fall of her chest steady, labored only in a way that implies intense desire. The fingers still buried in my cunt flex, as if she’s barely holding herself back from continuing to fuck me.

Using every bit of strength I have left, I sit up and use my grip on her hair to pull her into a kiss. She immediately deepens it, the taste of my own arousal on her tongue causing me to moan without meaning to. I have to choke back another when the fingers inside me begin slowly moving again, her thumb gently brushing over my clit with every stroke.

This woman is insatiable. And I fucking love it.

Careful not to dislodge either our mouths, or her hand, I twist around on the bed so that I’m lying on it properly, tugging her with me by the hair. She obediently follows, bracing the hand not buried in my cunt on the mattress by my head so she doesn’t crush me. Now that I’m able, I dig my fingernails into her back, rolling my hips in time with her thrusts.

Feeling my second orgasm quickly approaching, I slide my right hand around to Vannaria’s lower abdomen, wanting to bring her to climax along with me. When I feel her nod into our kiss, I slip beneath the tight cotton shorts she sleeps in, marveling at the smoothness of her skin. So drastically different from the coarse curls I’m accustomed to finding between a woman’s thighs.

She groans when I ghost a light touch over her clit, her fingers faltering for the briefest moment before they resume curling inside me. I smile into our kiss when I feel how thoroughly drenched she is, meeting no resistance as I slip two of my fingers inside her. Opening her legs wider, Vannaria rolls her hips once, giving me the signal I can fuck her the same way she is me.

I happily do so, and with a bit of concentration I’m able to sync my own thrusts with hers.

After a moment, we’re, unfortunately, forced to break our kiss, simultaneously pulling away with a gasp when the need for oxygen becomes too great. Our gazes, however, stay locked on one another’s while the two of us climb towards the peak of pleasure together.

All too soon, my body starts trembling from the effort of holding back my impending orgasm, unwilling to fall without dragging Vannaria with me. As if sensing my struggle, she lowers her lips to my ear and whispers, “When you can’t hold back any longer, bite me. Hard. It’ll be enough.”

I nod, the movement jerky and accompanied by a barely swallowed back moan.

She lowers her head further, placing open-mouthed kisses along the side of my neck. By the third, I’m sinking my teeth into the side of her own neck as the tightly coiled spring inside of me releases with a burst of white hot pleasure. I feel a sharp sting when Vannaria bites down on my flesh as well, adding to the intensity of my orgasm.

Her mouth stays pressed against my neck as her body shudders, the hand between my legs going still while her own orgasm crashes over her.