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I feel extreme pride at knowing I helped her. That I gave her something she needed. Something no one else could.
I’ve heard rumors that the blood of true mates is supposed to be the most glorious nourishment possible, and now I know it’s true.
Hannah’s fingers move down to the next button, and she keeps going until the khaki material has parted over my crotch.
Only my cotton boxers are in the way, and she slowly unties the drawstring of the underwear. Undergarments are so basic in Valora. There’s no elastic. Zippers don’t even exist yet. It’s all buttons and bows.
The extra effort it takes to unwrap someone’s body makes it more erotic. Builds the anticipation.
When Hannah finally takes my length in her warm hand, I clench my fists. She notices my improved mobility and smiles.
Running her finger over my cock, she starts at the slit on the head and moves down to the base. “Can I…?”
“Yes,” I rasp, just short of begging. “Anything. You can do whatever you like.”
In complete awe, I watch as she strokes me up and down. Then she lowers her head. Her warm breath puffs against the sensitive tip, right before her tongue darts out to lick me.
I release a rough sound.
Taking my girth in her fist with a more confident grip, she points my cock up toward her face and closes her lips around me, sucking me in an inch before popping off again.
It’s the sweetest torture. I’m restrained by the paralysis, unable to participate. I’m high from ingesting her intoxicating blood. Sweat starts to dot my forehead as my inner system kicks back on.
Hannah turns her face slightly toward mine. “Ellister?”
“Yes, darling?”
“Is having a big dick a dark fae thing or is it just you?”
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly, letting out a husky laugh.
It’s not like the dark fae went around having cock measuring contests. We were either too focused on survival or too disoriented from the chaotic atmosphere of the Lost Land to pay attention to each other’s private parts.
In general, I don’t have much memorable experience in the romance field. My love life from before my imprisonment was short-lived, murky, and tainted by betrayal.
“I just… I want to make this good for you,” Hannah continues with a hint of self-consciousness. “But I’m not sure how much I’ll be able to fit into my mouth.”
“Anything you do will be amazing.”
I’m not worried about our chemistry, my rusty skills, or the ability for our bodies to fit together.
We’re meant for each other. Designed by fate to mesh in every way.
With Hannah, sex will be effortless. Our interactions will come naturally, just like it did in the hayloft. The bond will guide us.
Push us, even.
Hannah puts my cock back into her mouth, her jaw opening wide as she tries to shove as many inches as she can toward her throat. She bobs a few times, recruiting the use of her hand to stimulate the rest of my length in time with her head.
It’s exquisite.
Pulling back, she sucks on the tip, and I miss the warmth of her tongue immediately when she releases me from her lips. “Is this okay?”
“Don’t stop.” It doesn’t exactly answer her question, but it’s all I can think of to say.
I want more. So much more.
I want to put my hand on the nape of her neck. I want to gather her hair in my fist as I drive myself deep into her mouth, as I make her go faster. I want to feel my cock hit the resistance as she gags around me.
