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I continue, “I would worship your body, love. I would fall upon you and never let you go. No stretch of skin would be untouched, no pleasure unexplored. Your lovely breasts would learn the touch of my mouth so thoroughly that I could make your needy nipples stand at attention with just a breath.”
Melelea whimpers and moans again, still rolling her nipples between her fingers.
“Use your whole hand, love,” I instruct. “Massage your breasts. Don’t let them feel lonely.”
The sweet, beautiful trolless does as I command, and I have never felt more powerful, more in control. This moment will always be burned into my mind. Her sweet sounds, her even sweeter surrender. She is giving herself over to me as surely as if I were pushing into her body, and I can’t get enough.
When I feel that she has given her beautiful breasts enough attention, I growl low, “Now, pet your pretty pussy for me, love. Show me everything.”
One of her hands stays on her breast, but the other moves to obey me, trailing down the softness of her belly and through the thatch of hair hiding her center from my view. Finally, her fingers dip into her wetness, teasing her clit, and I growl in approval. Melelea whines and gasps, working herself up to orgasm.
“That’s right, love,” I say, my voice more thrum than anything else, “massage around your pretty clit. Next time we’re alone, I’m going to put my head between your thighs and suck on that clit until you come at least three times. I’m going to make your body learn the feel of me everywhere. I’ll live between your thighs until you are a beautiful mess and beg me for my cock.”
Melelea cries out at that last word, like the thought of my hardness is too much for her ,and the scent of her arousal explodes in the space. I can almost taste her orgasm on my tongue, it's so intense. Her body falls back, all the tension leaving her, but her legs still shake a little in the water. I stop my thrum, letting her come down from her climax without additional stimulation.
“Good female,” I praise, my voice rough and hoarse. “Such a good female. You look so pretty when you come, like I knew you would.”
It takes Melelea a few moments to recover, her breath coming out deep and heavy. When she finally catches her breath, she looks at me from across the spring, her eyes hooded and full of desire.
“I wish you would touch me,” she says. “Kiss me.”
I growl at that. I want that too. More than anything. But her safety is far more important than my primal instincts.
“I will, love,” I say. “As soon as I know that it is safe, you will not be able to separate me from you.”
Melelea smiles at that, pushing herself back up on her elbows. It makes her breasts thrust into the air, and I eye them hungrily. I can still see her fingers pinching those mouthwatering nipples with her fingers in my mind’s eye.
The trolless notices my interest and laughs lightly before sliding into murky hot water, covering her breasts, only her head peeking out of the spring.
“None of that,” she teases. “I’ll not be repeating that performance. The next time I come, it will be with your hands on me or not at all.”
My growl erupts again in approval. I was right. She is a siren.
“Then finish your bath, love,” I say, barely keeping the sibilance from returning to my voice. “And soon you will.”
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THERE IS NO time for additional play, however, even as the mushrooms prove not to be poisonous. As Melelea finishes her bath and gets dressed, the clomping footsteps of a golem come toward the cottage. I tense and get up from my chair. I do not pull out my weapon, but I have it at the ready, my fingertips hovering over my ax. Just in case it is one of the golems that was angry at our presence.
I relax a fraction when Granite comes through the door.
“We have spotted your companions,” the golem says stoically. “We are ready to take you to them.”
