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I lost myself in the sweep of her mouth, slanting my lips with hers and tugging. Each lick traveled to my sac, my balls tightening and bumping against her crease. Briar whined into my mouth, and I hummed in return, the sounds rushing together.
Her fingers spread over my jaw, that darling touch scalding my flesh. It entreated me to quicken the pace of my cock, but only marginally. Under no circumstances would I cease until the sun rose. Between now and then, I would squeeze every possible cry, sob, and moan from her. For my privileged ears only.
I thudded Briar into the wall, the patient swipe of my cock abutting a glorious spot inside her. She grunted into my mouth, enabling me to sample how I made her feel. Reaching behind, I snatched her wrists and stamped them overhead, then plied my cock upward, hitting her pussy at a new angle.
Sundering the kiss, Briar’s lips catapulted from mine and split wider. The span of my waist opened her thighs, so that my princess straddled me fully, her knees bracketing against the facade. Shocked agony crinkled her brows, and frayed moans quaked from her lungs.
Fuck, she mouthed.
Wicked hell. The sight of my thorn on the brink, with her cunt gushing on my cock, was nothing short of transcendent.
Reinvigorated, I pitched into her deeper, higher. And she bobbed on me, her slit dousing my erection. I felt myself thicken to unfathomable proportions, the roof of my cock twitching, heat charging through my blood.
Sweat coated my torso, the backs of my knees burned, and the skirt material was crushed between us. Briar’s shirt flapped around her breasts, and the pants slumped. We banded our hands together, the nexus of our bodies joined, so good it hurt.
Everything about this hurt. The way I craved her. The way she consumed me. The reasons why she loved me, and the terror that she might one day stop. That not even an army, banishment, or the laws of the Seasons could sever us. The way we defied our courts and the fact that we had no other choice. This love was raw, real, and rapturous.
From the moment I first saw her. From every second since, I’d fallen deeper, harder, faster.
Aye, it hurt like hell. And I’d never been more euphoric.
Briar keened, her folds cinching me. Lost in the fever dream of her stare, I reeled into my princess with unbridled affection. Her quiet moans tangled with my ragged groans. Our hands fell apart, allowing us to wrap ourselves together, snaring tightly.
Hooking my arms under Briar’s thighs, I palmed her ass. This braced her thighs even higher, knees steepling.
The seat of my cock stroked Briar’s clit, and her arousal smeared me, both contorting with the first ripples of release. Her whines tapered, and growls rumbled from my chest, the echo of our lovemaking and the clamor of our fucking barely suppressed. The crest of my dick struck that lovely, condensed point inside the princess, unbolting moan after moan, her walls suctioning onto me.
We thrashed sweetly, in proximity to Autumn’s revelers, unintimidated by the threat, indeed fueled by this. Briar’s features crumpled in rhapsody. Her pleasure roused my blood, heat swirling in the base of my cock, so that I devoted myself to her release, as though my own survival depended on it.
I fucked her like she would live forever.
She made love like she wouldn’t last another hour.
That was all. That was everything.
In the dim firelight, my forehead landed on hers for the third time tonight. Her eyelashes fluttered, those pupils clinging to me. All the whilst, the fiddle music enveloped us, and the world burned outside this enclosure.
As I deepened the brunt of my thrusts, Briar pressed her face into mine, fighting to keep the shouts at bay. She gazed at me like a shadow, something she yearned to disappear into, the better to see in the dark. I felt the screams she longed to unleash, the temptation to holler to the trees, her octave reaching the whole of this kingdom. And I sensed her withholding this luxury, the opportunity to shriek with pleasure, in favor of something just as meaningful—the liberty of privacy with her jester, regardless of the short distance that separated us from a crowd.
Oh, how I agreed. This defiance became its own aphrodisiac. And when we made each other come, the noises would be ours. Thusly, I worked into her pussy, determined to hear the princess break secretly alongside me.
My waist circled, my cock siphoning as Briar’s pussy clamped on tightly. The lines around her eyes squinted, the impending orgasm flaring across her face. That stunning mouth dropped open, and her legs separated so willingly for me, and my hips jabbed in and out.
Then I saw it and fucking felt it. A wild sound leaped from Briar’s throat, the flanks of her cunt clasping my length. Convulsing, she came like a firecracker on my cock, slickness puddling to my thighs.
Tireless, I ground my hips, fucking between the princess’s thighs and palming her mouth to muffle the wails. Pleasure shot from my balls to the slit. The climax rocked up my legs as I hoisted my waist, then stalled when my cock shuddered, hot liquid spilling from me to her. Slamming my mouth onto Briar’s, I gave her the sound of my bellow, letting the princess swallow the taste of it whilst my muscles rattled.
We continued to ride out the orgasms, my aching cock flooding her, and Briar’s pussy clinging to me. Gasping and inhaling one another in, we slumped with our faces mashed together and our hands wandering over one another. Whilst coming, her fluttery moan met my stifled growl, and our lips brushed.
Breathless and bewitched, I pressed my grinning lips to hers. For once in my life, I held my silver tongue and let this sweetest of kisses speak for itself.
You, my thorn. You are my tale for campfires.
40
Briar
Reaper’s Fest dawned. Two days after Poet and I had made love against the dining shed, I stood at a window alcove. From a hallway in the Royal wing, I rested my hands on the sill and gazed past the cattail boxes, beyond the castle and its maple pasture to the glowing lower town. Under a celestial sky, timber and plaster homes blazed with light, a succession of bonfires pulsating throughout the avenues. From the brewery and tavern, to the bookbinder’s emporium, to the mapmaker’s stall, to streets ladened with carpentry establishments, the town pulsed like a torch.
