Page 85 of The Wolf and Her Shadows

My breath leaves me in a rush when I realize the trousers had been the last item of clothing Mariane was wearing. When we’d gotten dressed together she’d been wearing underwear, which means she must’ve already removed them herself at some point today. Perhaps she’d been anticipating her promise of us making love together tonight as much as I have been.

I allow my gaze to linger a moment on the already damp curls between her thighs, my mouth watering for a second time tonight knowing I’m about to have the pleasure of tasting what’s hidden just out of sight beneath them. When I hear a low chuckle, I dart my eyes back to Mariane’s face, praying the amused smirk I’m met with isn’t hinting that I’ll have to wait longer before getting my reward.

Still sitting on her temporary throne, she slowly lifts her hands and begins to clap. “Well done, my love. You’ve proved yourself worthy, just as I knew you would.”

I’m a bit embarrassed at how my heart sours at the praise, as well as how wet my shorts are already becoming. “Your kind words are greatly appreciated, Your Majesty,” I say, my tone much softer than I’d intended. “Please allow me to continue proving my devotion to you as well.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Her wicked smile returns as the vine around my ankle slithers further up, leaving both my legs now completely bound. A moment later, those same vines constrict, forcing me to my knees, arms still outstretched.

Chuckling darkly, Mariane rises off her shadow throne, trapping me in her gaze as she saunters back over to my kneeling form. She doesn’t stop until she’s standing between my spread thighs, her cunt inches from my face.

“Is this what you want?” she asks, gently running her fingers through the hair on the top of my head. “To worship me with your mouth? Your tongue?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

“I see.” The soft caresses on my scalp are replaced with a sharp sting when she clenches her fist around the base of my braid, yanking my head back so I’m forced to make eye contact with her. She takes another step forward, now straddling my bound thighs, her wet folds rubbing against my chin. “Then what are you waiting for?”

My mouth obediently falls open, and I let out a loud moan when she presses her cunt against my tongue. Her head falls back, her grip on my hair not loosening as I greedily lap up her arousal, collecting as much of it as I can.

She rolls her hips, grinding herself on my face as she groans, “That’s it, feast on the meal your queen has so lovingly provided for you.”

I whimper against her cunt, my arms aching, subconsciously straining against my bonds from my desire to touch her, to caress her skin. At the thought, I briefly dart a glance at my nearest shadow tendril and my eyes widen in excitement. Perhaps I can still touch her.

Careful not to startle Mariane, I will two of the tendrils closer, making sure she notices them before gently trailing them up and down her legs. We both tremble slightly at the initial contact, and I let out a whine of protest when she steps back, pulling her cunt out of my reach.

Bending down so that we’re eye level, she tightens her hold on my hair and purrs, “Hmm, if you’re going to be doing that, I think I may need to be sitting down first.”

That’s all the warning I’m given before the vines around my legs go slack and she uses her tight grip on my hair to force me to stand. I’m fully panting now and if it weren’t for the remaining vine’s assistance I may not have been able to climb to my feet at all.

I so desperately wish to kiss her. We’re still face to face, her lips inches from mine, but I fear that if I try to take more than what she’s offered… Well, let’s just say I’m enjoying this far too much to risk spoiling it by becoming too greedy.

As if somehow hearing my thoughts, Mariane closes the distance and slips her tongue into my already open mouth, moaning at the taste of herself still coating my tongue. I moan as well, barely holding myself back from attempting to deepen it, to devour her mouth the same way I still intend to finish devouring her cunt.

All too soon, she pulls away, and whispers, “Would you like me to remove your clothing as well? Or would you prefer to keep it on as you lay on your back beneath me?”

“Whatever Her Majesty wishes,” I immediately reply, still breathless from our kiss.

She shakes her head. “Vannaria, I truly need to know. I want you to be as comfortable as you can be, but I also don’t want you to feel left out. I have ways of touching you as well.” As if to demonstrate her point, one of her vines slithers back up my leg, the tip of it dipping just beneath my unbuttoned trousers.

Without meaning to, I buck my hips, the ache between my thighs growing stronger at the thought of her touching me in any way. Apparently that includes her fucking me with a magically summoned plant.

“I would love nothing more than to bare myself to you fully Mariane, I whisper, using one of my shadows to gently caress her cheek. “Regardless of the leaves and dirt I may be removing from some uncomfortable places later.”

Snorting a laugh, she drops to a knee in front of me and begins removing my boots. After tossing them next to hers, she hooks her finger beneath the waistbands of both my trousers and my undershorts. They’ve made it just past my knees when, with no warning, Mariane leans forward and wraps her lips around my clit.

I let out a startled gasp as she sucks on it, my legs trembling so violently I nearly fall over. She chuckles, the vibrations of it spreading throughout my entire body. And then, she releases my clit and continues dragging my clothes down my legs as if nothing happened.

I’m going to make her pay for that, just as soon as I’m not in danger of falling over.

After blindly throwing my trousers over her shoulder, she trails her fingertips up my inner thighs, stopping just before reaching my cunt. She gives me a mischievous smirk, then the hands between my legs slide up to my torso as she climbs to her feet. The vines around my wrists fall away so that she can tug my shirt, and the bandeau I’d been gifted, over my head as well.

Wrapping her arms around my now bare waist, Mariane places a gentle kiss on my lips and whispers, “I love you, Vannaria. And I’m not going to risk hurting you by attempting to force you to lay down, like how I’d made you kneel.” She places another kiss on my cheek. “Thank you, for trusting me. And for agreeing to let me do this.”

Smiling softly, I return her embrace. “I love you too, Mariane. And thank you, for trusting me enough to ask in the first place.” My smile twists into a faint smirk. “But I should also tell you that I’ve been fantasizing about you tying me down and fucking my face since you first pinned my arms above my head earlier today. When we were still in bed.”

“Oh really?” Her brows lift in both surprise and delight. “In that case, I suppose you should hurry up and lie down then. Wouldn’t want to keep my most loyal subject waiting for their reward any longer than I already have.”

Chapter Thirty-Five