Page 38 of Betrothed

Fawn freed his cocks from his loincloth. Then she shuffled up and guided his lower cock to her hole. She pushed down against it, her brow wrinkling in annoyance when it did not fit.

“You must open up for me first,” Zax reminded her.

Fawn looked annoyed. “I never had this problem before you.”

“Your dead husband’s cock was very small.”

Fawn laughed. Then she slipped her fingers underneath her dress and started to finger herself, holding up her dress so he could watch.

Zax stared, enraptured. She was getting wetter—even if he couldn’t hear the wet noises, he could smell her delicious scent. Fawn’s cheeks flushed even redder, her mouth falling open as she stretched her hole, getting herself ready for him.

“Okay,” she breathed after a minute of determined fingering. “Come here.”

She knelt above his lap again, gripping his lower cock. It jerked under her touch, and she ran a finger over the pointed glans, collecting the fluid that pearled up top.

“I love how wet you get,” she said. “They’re both so shiny. I want to lick them.”

“Please,” Zax choked.

Fawn grinned so wide it stole his breath.

“Later,” she assured him. Then she pressed his lower cock to her hole again. After some gentle rocking, it slipped inside.

They groaned in unison. Zax took her hips, squeezing as hard as he dared.

Fawn lifted herself up and down. Each time he took her deeper, until he felt his cockhead hit her limit. There was still at least an inch of his lower cock not inside her.

Fawn moaned. This time, the noise sounded frustrated.

“You will take all of me after the spell,” Zax reminded her. “Until then, we have this. Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” Fawn sighed. She ground down against him, her brow furrowed once more, as if she was trying to find something. Then she reached down and took his upper cock, which was sitting just above her hole. She rubbed her clit against it, and Zax whined at the sensation on both his cocks.

He wanted her naked so badly. He knew why they shouldn’t—they were hiding from hunters in some mountain cave, and even if they were not, it was probably too cold for a mortal. But he could not help but push her dress up until he exposed her breasts, pink and pert, bouncing every time she lowered herself on his cock.

Her eyes were squeezed shut. Zax took her chin, hoping to see those deep brown eyes that made him feel like he was chasing his prey.

All at once, they opened. Fawn kissed him. Then she bit his lip so hard that he almost expected it to burst open. He pulled back in alarm, thinking he might have done something wrong, only to find her smiling once more.

“Say my name,” she commanded.

“Fawn,” he replied, instant and worshipful.

Fawn groaned, bouncing faster on his cock, holding his upper cock against her clit. “Tell me how good I feel.”

“You feel so good,” Zax said, struck dumb with it. “I do not know how I went so long without you. I would do anything to keep you.”

Fawn moaned louder, dropping her head against his chest. She rode him faster, the slick noises of their mating filling the cave along with her intoxicating scent.

“Tell me,” she gasped. “Tell me what you love about me.”

“I love your scent,” Zax said, words tumbling out of his mouth before he could decide whether they were good or not. “I love your voice, the way it rises when you do not hold yourself back. I love feeling you against my chest when I wake. I love how you feel when I bathe you, your warm, wet skin. I love the anger you try to hide; I love it when you bare your teeth. I loved it when you sunk that knife into that man’s hand. I wanted to watch you rip him apart.”

Fawn made a triumphant noise against his chest. “I would have! Gods, Zax. If I had fangs like you, I would have ripped him apart. Tell me—” She broke off to gasp, her expression growing desperate as she rode him even faster. “Tell me how it felt to eat my husband.”

At any other time, Zax would have been shocked. He was still shocked, a little bit, but it was difficult to feel anything but pure ecstasy from his beloved wife riding him with such abandon.

“It excited me,” Zax gasped. “It is always exciting. I love to feel their heart-blood burst in their mouth. Their skin tearing. Their bones cracking. How helpless they are underneath me.”