Page 19 of Midnight Hunt

~Valerie~

The cave was warm. Sweet mead, and buttery meat with herby cheese and crusty bread left my belly full. I sat against him, listening to the rain fall. It was late, and yet, I didn’t want to return to the campus. The last thing I wanted was to peel myself away from Lochlainn. Not as I curled up against his side, head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“Lochlainn, tell me something no one knows about you?” I nuzzled my cheek against his chest, loving the subtle smell of smoke, pepper, freshly cut wood, and rainfall. I threw an arm around his barrel of a chest.

“Hmm, well…” he let out a small chuckle which told me he was about to say some nonsense. “I bet it won’t surprise you I enjoy animals and nature.”

I snorted, “I said something no one knows about you.”

“I’m an open book, little witch, there’s very little you don’t know about me already.” His large hand stroked my back affectionately. A dreamy sigh fell off my lips.

“Did you always want to be a professor?”

“Yes, I guess that makes me rather boring,” he chortled, my face bouncing on his belly as he laughed. I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face even if I wanted to, not as I heard his belly gurgle happily from being well fed.

“I don’t think so. I’ve always wanted to open an apothecary. Some of us know what we want the moment we learn what it’s called. You enjoy teaching; I enjoy making things that help people.”

“Hmm, and somehow, you feel you’re the villain, don’t you?” he teased.

“Hey!” I huffed, shifting to put my chin against his chest. I stared at him, pleased with himself, “We’re not here to talk about me.”

“Little witch?” He quirked a brow, that large hand brushing up my back till it had ahold of my hair. Lochlainn tugged it once, then gently pulled me up his chest. Our lips met slowly. I melted against him, my fingers curling around his chestnut tendrils. He broke the kiss as I slid under the blanket covering us. I straddled his stomach, hands playing with his hair. Those honey orbs of his studied my face. “I am so betwixt by you, I don’t know what of me would even interest you.”

“Everything, honestly. What is it that you like to do? Other than chase me and terrorize your TA.”

His boisterous laugh filled the cave as he held me to his belly. “Now, there’s little else that I love more than giving Kahrina grief and terrorizing you in the woods…well…I do love cooking.”

“I could tell,” I teased.

“Hmm…” He stared up into the ceiling of the cave. “To be quite honest, I haven’t had a lot of down time to enjoy things.”

“Well, what’s your favorite animal…other than bear!” I jabbed a finger at him.

Lochlainn shook his head, but then kissed the tip of my finger and brought my hands back where they were- in his hair. I relaxed against him, breathing when he breathed. He licked his lips softly, “Ducks, probably.”

“Ducks?” I parroted with a slap of disbelief. Then, after a moment, I erupted with giggles, “Of course it’s ducks.”

“What’s wrong with ducks?” He scoffed with faux offense.

“Nothing at all! They’re tiny, feathery little creatures that are cute, and…you know, I appreciate that ducks is your answer.” I trembled with the bubbling giggles that wouldn’t stop.

“And what does my little witch deem appropriate? Hmm? Newt?” He retorted.

“Newts are adorable… slimy little things, but adorable!” I pushed up from his chest to where I was sitting on him. “I wasn’t mocking you.”

“Neither am I, but now I’m curious what animal is your favorite…other than bears.” It was his turn to wiggle his eyebrows at me. I almost fell back down against him as I snickered.

“Mmm, Bears are a more recent favorite, and not to be typical of witches but… cats.”

“They are fine, fearsome, furry little fellows. Timeless companions.” He ran his palms up my thighs. I caught his eyes drifting down until he was shamelessly roaming all of me. Lochlainn squeezed the meat of my thighs before he cleared his throat. “Your frenzy is returning, little witch.”

It wasn’tquitea frenzy, but the clench of my insides mixed with the flutter in my belly was plenty. I didn’t need to call his bluff. I shifted backward, finding his cock already pressed hard against my backside. A wicked grin crawled on my face as I rocked my hips back, ensuring his cock stroked against my ass.

“I fear my legs are no good for running right now,” I purred. Raking my fingers up his chest then right back down, I soaked up every tremble of his body. I pushed up on my knees, grabbing beneath me, I led him to my curls. Teasing him with my wet slit, watching his face for every twitch and helpless melt as he rocked toward me. I gave in as a dreamy sigh escaped his lips. Sinking onto him was the best thing in the world. Slow and steady, I drove onto him till there was no where left to go. A heavy puff of air left my mouth as I did my best with my weak legs.In my defense, he chased me through the woods.But my desire to fuck Lochlainn till there were no more muscles on my bones won over my desire to rest my tired body.

He let me bounce on him for a while. His hands helped where they could, but after a while, we both knew it wasn’t enough. He rolled us sharply and sank back into me. I gasped, grabbing onto his arms for support. My druid thrust into me with abandon. With the crackling of the fire, the sound of our passionate kiss, and the rain, I didn’t hear the pitter patter of paws. Nor did I hear the whine until the rock rolled open.

I gasped, sinking down into the furs and throwing my hands over my mouth. Lochlainn glanced over his shoulder and froze.

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