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“All right, little bird—come here,” he ordered.
I came to him at once and settled between his legs with his broad chest to my back. I felt surrounded by his big, muscular body—little and protected in a way I hadn’t since…well, since ever. I liked how safe he made me feel.
“Good,” Liath murmured in my ear. “Now just lean back against me and relax, sweetheart.”
I did as he said, watching in the mirror as I did so. I had never thought of myself as “petite” but I looked so small, leaning back against him. I liked our size difference, though—it made me feel delicate and feminine in a way I had never felt when I was comparing myself to the sapling-slender maidens and tall, thin warriors of the Seelie Court.
“Are you…are you going to touch me with your magic?” I asked, meeting Liath’s eyes in the mirror. I could feel a warm tremble in my belly as I asked him this—the desire to feel his magic stroking over my sensitive, vulnerable places again.
“Mmm…actually that’s not a bad idea,” he rumbled. “But first, open your gown for me. And pull up the skirt. I need to see those beautiful full breasts of yours and that sweet little pussy.”
I felt a nervous thrill of pleasure at his words but I answered him with a saucy tilt of my chin.
“Are you ordering me to do this—to show myself to you—as my husband?”
“Hmm, you’re a spicy little thing, aren’t you?” Liath growled. “Yes, I’m ordering you as your husband. Show me your breasts—and your pussy, little bird.”
My heart was pounding but I no longer felt shy to let him see my body—not after the way he’d shown me my beauty the day before. There were many tiny buttons down the front of my gown and now I unfastened them and pulled the soft fabric aside, baring my breasts for my husband.
“Gods!” Liath murmured, his deep voice hoarse. “So fucking beautiful, sweetheart!”
“Thank you,” I whispered, feeling my cheeks get even hotter. “Er…what are you going to do to me?”
“Just this, to start with.”
He murmured a word in my ear that I recognized as a warming spell. I felt a rush of warmth come over me and the familiar sensation of soft fur brushing my nipples and between my legs made me gasp and give a little moan. I noticed that for once, Liath hadn’t had to prick or cut himself to make the magic work and wondered if that was because he was calling on pleasure for his power instead of pain or blood. It seemed reasonable to think so—but it was hard to think when his magic was touching me so intimately.
I moaned again and writhed against him, pressing my bare breasts out even as my hips undulated. I still hadn’t pulled up my skirt as he had commanded and now I felt shy about it because I was certain I was getting wet all over again.
“Mmm, you like that, little bird?” Liath murmured in my ear as he worked the warming spell again. “It feels good on your tight peaks?”
As he spoke, he reached around and cupped my breasts, teasing my nipples with his thumbs as well as his magic.
The double sensation made me gasp and writhe again.
“Yes,” I whispered. “By the Shining Throne…that feels so good!”
“It’s going to feel even better,” Liath promised me. “Pull up your skirt now, little bird. Let me see your pussy.”
I bit my lip, unwilling for the first time to do what he asked. I was getting so wet down there—it seemed shameful.
“Do…do you really have to see it?” I asked in a small voice.
“Of course I do,” Liath said reasonably. “How else can I teach you to pet your sweet little pussy unless we can both see it?” He met my eyes in the mirror and frowned. “What’s this sudden shyness about, little bird? What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know if it’s wrong exactly…” I said, looking down at my lap. “It’s just…when your magic touches me—when you touch me—I seem to get all…all wet down there. And I don’t know why.”
Liath surprised me with rumbling laughter in my ear.
“Is that all? You’re ashamed that your sweet little pussy is getting wet?”
“Isn’t it shameful, though?” I asked, meeting his eyes in the mirror.
“No, of course not. Here—lift your skirt. Let’s look together,” he told me.
Biting my lip, I did as he said, pulling the skirt of my gown up until my white panties came into view. I couldn’t help the rush of shame I felt when I saw that my fears were true—my pussy had made so much moisture the white fabric was nearly see though—and it was clinging to every little bump and curve.
“Oh, dear!” I started to lower my skirt and hide myself but Liath stopped me.
“No, don’t hide it, sweetheart,” he murmured in my ear. “Your little pussy is fucking beautiful.”
