Page 37 of Eight Embers

It's like a death scene from a movie in slow-mo. I can tell Delaney's weighing her options, thinking about Wil's hang ups with kissing, but I think he'll forgive her for crossing that boundary if it's literally to save his life.

“I'm going to have to kiss you, okay Wil? I'm going to heal you. I don't know what else to do for you right now; you can hate me for it later.”

She kisses like it's an art form. As she lays beside him and pulls his face toward her, I can't help but think about the kiss I got from her under similar circumstances. Maybe it wasn't life or death, but it would have been a big deal if I wouldn't have been able to play in that game. I'm not ashamed to admit I have wet dreams about her several times a week at this point.

I think Saladriel is trying his hardest not to watch, still trying to be grumpy for whatever reason, Rush told me all about that; but he keeps sneaking side glances at the couple. And that's exactly what they look like. Wil has rolled into her now, wrapped his arms around her, and he's kissing her with even more confidence than he did earlier.

After it goes on for a few minutes, I think they've forgotten the reason they started kissing in the first place. They're just doing it now because it's fun. I can see Wil’s hands fluttering around, trying to figure out where he's allowed to touch her, and her trying very hard to go against her bodysmith nature and respect his boundaries. I know she's wanting him something fierce because I can feel exactly how strong her lust is.

There’s nothing to hide behind here, so I just let the hard-on happen.

It's nice, actually.

“My turn!” Rush yells as he suddenly appears from nowhere and tries to wedge himself between Wil and Delaney. Wil is in shock for an entirely different reason now, and Delaney is so thrown off by the sudden change of person in front of her that it takes her a beat too long to grab Rush’s arm and lock him down. But this is why I'm here.

I grab the demon rope I've taken to carrying with me everywhere out of my back pocket, and I throw it like a lasso around Rush’s head. It instantly immobilizes him, leaving him unable to do little else but wag his eyebrows at Delaney. And maybe gesture to his enormously hard cock, but I think he’d find a way to do that no matter what we did to him.

“Where did you even come from? And Wil, you breathing easier now?”

Wil looks like he's just seen light for the first time. He vaults over Rush and throws himself back at Delaney, who has no choice but to be pushed back into the clouds with him on top of her.

In a feat of strength I didn't think Wilford had, he pries her knees apart so he can kneel there, and once again kisses the ever living shit out of her. Delaney’s lust fires up again, and I lose focus on the demon. Luckily at this point all the aerobic activity has cleared his head a bit, and he's more or less back to himself.

“Whew, that was a rush!” And then he starts laughing hysterically at his stupid joke.

“We're not making very good progress,” Saladriel comments.

Wil scrambles backwards and helps Delaney up, then stands there trying to cover up his crotch like we don't know exactly what's happening there.

“Can I have that?” Delaney asks, gesturing towards the demon leash I've grabbed once more.

I hand it over gladly and she wraps it around her fist several times until there’re only a few inches separating her and Rush. “On your knees, Demon.”

Her growl sends shivers down all of our spines at the same time, and weirdly, all of us end up on our knees.

“You think you can run from me? What if something happened to you? What if you got lost? What if we couldn't get to you?”

Rush rolls out his bottom lip in a pout and bats his eyes. It only makes Delaney narrow her eyes further at him.

“I'm... sorry?”

“You should be. Let me tell you how things are going to go, okay? You don’t so much asbreathewithout my permission. You aremine. That means you stay the fuck next to me, or I will make sure that godsdamned perfect dick you have never works properly again, you feel me?”

“Yes, mis—”

“And another thing. If I have to choose between chasing your blue ass around or making sure that my absolute sweetheart of a mate Wil doesn’t overtax himself, I will let you walk yourself right off these clouds and let you deal with the repercussions yourself.”

Fuck me why is this so hot?

“You disobeyed me, Rush. You took off and made us chase you all over this fucking realm and then you just pop back in when it suits you? I don’t think so. You’ll stay the fuck next to me— what are you doing?”

He’s done playing, is what he’s doing.

My whole body is buzzing from the leggings he’s peeling off of her, my eyes fixated on the skin he’s working to reveal.

Despite her protestations that she’s sweaty and there’s no way he wants his face anywhere near her right now unless a shower miraculously appears, he forges on, full steam ahead.

Also, a shower miraculously appears.

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