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Instinctively, I swallowed, then again to make sure I did get every precious drop.
He sagged and his hand loosened on my hair. He panted for a while before he slipped his cock out from between my lips.
"Fuck," he breathed. "Good girl."
His words suddenly made the day warmer still.
"Does that mean I've proved myself?" I asked teasingly.
He responded with a grunting laugh. "It's a start. I like you on your knees. It's the perfect place for you."
What could I say to that? I enjoyed it as much as he had. I'd always liked giving men pleasure just as much as I liked receiving it. I never sucked a cock that didn't taste good.
"I guess I better stay down here then," I said. "Or you could teach me how to use that stick better?"
"I don't know," he said slowly as he tucked his cock back into his pants and did them up. "You seemed to know how to use my stick pretty well. Next time, maybe I will stick it into your pussy." He released my hair and stepped away to pick up the staffs.
"These you need to learn how to use. And a bow, knife, and your hands and feet. Everyone, man or woman, Fae or human, should learn how to protect themselves. You never know when you might need to. The next time you're on your knees, might not be with your consent."
I wouldn’t admit it, but he was right. He could easily have overpowered me and made me blow him off against my will. Lucky for both of us, I’d wanted to. I wanted to feel his cock in my pussy some day.
"Will you teach me?" I stood and brushed the dirt off my knees.
"I'm probably the only one with the patience for it," he said with a grunt.
I rolled my eyes. "Are you worried anyone else who trained me might like my mouth as much as you do?"
"They'd try," he agreed. "Then I'd have to beat the shit out of them."
I curled my fingers around my staff. "Does that mean you don't hate me?"
He shrugged. "I don't know, I'll think about it."
"Has anyone told you you're a pain in the ass?" I asked him.
He smiled slightly. "Frequently. Usually before I hand them their own ass. Now, spread your hands out a bit further. Keep your eyes off the staff, and on me. My movements will tell you what I'm going to do next."
He spent the next hour teaching the basics of how to use the weapon, and how not to get hurt. By the end, I was sweating and envious of men who could walk around with no shirts on. Those who disapproved of me would disapprove even more if I took mine off. I was tempted to do it anyway, but decided against it. If nothing else, Vayne was being civil to me and I didn't want that to stop.
"All right, that's enough," he said finally. "We can train again tomorrow morning." He planted one end of his staff in the dirt and leaned against it.
"See, you really don't hate me," I told him.
He gave me a slow smile. "I've found two effective ways to shut you up. We might get along after all." His gaze raked up and down my body, clearly appreciative of the way my clothes clung to me, slick with sweat.
"And I've found two ways for you to be nice to me." I playfully poked him in the thigh with the end of my staff. "That's two more ways than you are with anyone else, as far as I've seen."
He grabbed the end of the staff and pulled me to him. "Let's get one thing clear right now. I'm not nice. I'll fuck your mouth, I might even fuck you. I'll train you, but I'm not nice."
I tilted my head back to look up at him. "I'll bear that in mind."
He grabbed the back of my head and kissed me roughly before letting go and stepping away. "Get out of here, woman. I have actual soldiers and guards to work with. I've wasted enough time with you." Both staffs in his hands, he walked away toward the same building Zared disappeared into.
I shook my head to myself and found the gate so I could leave the yard without climbing back over the fence.
I stepped outside and came face-to-face with Zared.
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