Page 20 of The Wand of Lore

Gwenneth stared at him, eyes narrowed almost to a slit, red lips open just a little. Marvin ran his thumb across her bottom lip, so it barely entered her open mouth. She closed her eyes and took his finger into her mouth, sucking it softly. He stroked her breasts and watched goosebumps appear on her flesh. He took his thumb out of her mouth, buried his head into her bosom, then took a mouthful. His teeth just scraped the flesh, and he swirled his tongue around her nipple.

“Oh,” she whispered and closed her mouth, rolling her head back.

He kissed her breasts as he had her mouth, greedily and hard, flicking her hard nipple with his tongue. Abruptly he stopped. “Stand up,” he said, and she did.

Her dress fell to the floor, and he reached around her and pulled her knickers to the earth. He stood and admired her naked body. She shivered under his gaze, then he pulled her to his chest and kissed her lips again. This time, as he kissed her, she felt a hand between her thighs, a finger grazing her folds.

“Open your legs,” he whispered to her.

She smiled, happy to acquiesce, and the finger found her clitoris and rubbed it softly, rhythmically. She fell softly onto his chest and didn’t try to stop the moans now escaping her. He rubbed the opening of her pussy again, and her juices coated his finger. He returned to her clitoris, newly moistened, and ran circles over it with his finger. She gasped, but he didn’t stop. It was too much, but he continued to rub, holding her body tightly against him.

Gwenneth’s eyes searched for his, and just as they found each other, pleasure erupted through her body. She spasmed and shook on top of his hand. She fell against him and he held her, his hard cock pushing through his trousers against her. She was warm and velvety soft, and almost too weak from pleasure to stand. He picked her up and carried her to his pack, where hisblanket beckoned them. The warmth from the fire touched her skin and she smiled. He placed her down, then wrapped her in his arms as he sat in front of her.

“My turn,” she said with a grin, and her fingers searched for the button on his trousers. She found it, and he clutched her arms as her fingers undid the button. Marvin rose again to let his trousers drop, and there was a naked cock in front of her face, big, hard, and begging for release. She cupped it in her hand, traced the veins running beneath her fingers, then took him into her mouth. She flicked her tongue over and around and under, swishing and flicking as his cock throbbed and a moan escaped his lips.

“No. Not like this. I want you inside me,” she said. She rolled onto her back and pulled him down on top.

He smiled and pushed open her thighs. She closed her eyes, still wet but ever greedy, as he held himself over her for one second, then plunged in the next. She gasped as he hit the wall of her cervix, the pleasure nearly unbearable. She tightened around him as he held himself up with his arms against the earth and thrust rhythmically inside her, and she ran her hands over his chest and back. She held tight to his arms, and once again the pleasure was unbearable.

“Will you orgasm again?” he asked and ran a hand over her face.

“Oh yes,” she said, feeling it build up.

“Let us together,” he said, and then thrust into her harder than ever. He grabbed her by the hips and arched into her as she gasped and rolled her head back. Their moans filled the darkness as they released into each other.

Chapter Fourteen: Vaylor

Gwenneth’s blanket went unused as they spent the night intertwined under the stars. Vaylor awoke to the warmth of her body nuzzled against his. He held her tightly, admiring her softness and how her skin glowed in the golden light of dawn. He knew then that he could not deliver this woman to his father to be imprisoned for her magic abilities and locked away forever. Though she was a mighty woman, against his chest she felt downright delicate, and Greyson would die before he laid another finger on her. He lingered for another moment, smiled as he buried his nose in her hair, then peeled himself off her and put on his trousers.

He had bread and salted meat ready for her when she awoke. She arose from their blanket appearing wilder than ever. Her red hair, glinting in the sun, was no longer in its compact braid, but loose, curly, and messy, tumbling to her waist. She blushed at his gaze and put her hands over her breasts. He went to her and hugged her again against his own bare body.

“It was your hair I was admiring, actually. You’re completely stunning,” he whispered.

She giggled, and he pulled back at the sound. He wouldn’t have thought her capable of such a girlish giggle! Gwenneth blushed and straightened her body.

“We shouldn’t linger if we’re to reach the next town today. Do you think we could even get all the way to Bannister by dusk?”

Vaylor shrugged. “If we leave early and make good time, we could make it most of the way there after dark. But that’s a hard ride. It’s probably best we make camp overnight and arrive at Bannister by midday tomorrow, so we can replenish our provisions before heading to Gorenth, and then the castle. If you thought Aldersbridge was big, you are in for a surprise! Bannister alone is huge, and there’s no larger city in the world than Gorenth. It’ll be packed with people.” He kissed her nose, then her cheek, then her neck. She laughed, but swatted him away.

“We should go, then. I may not know the countryside as well as you do, but I have heard that once we reach Bannister, Gorenth is only a day’s ride. Just think! We could have my mom’s wand in just a few days!”

“It’s a wand you’re looking for, then?”

Gwenneth clamped her hands over her mouth. “I wasn’t planning to tell you that. But yes, my mother inherited a wand that could channel a ton of power, or so she told me when I was a girl. I’ve heard that King Eger sent his people to steal it from her at her death. I don’t know if it’s true, but I don’t have a lot of other options.” Her eyes met Vaylor’s. “You don’t either, best as I can tell.”

“That does sound like a long shot, but one thing’s for sure: if the King heard about a superpowerful wand, he would stop at nothing to get it for himself.”

“I will feel better when I have it in hand. We’re so close!”

“Your sister could be healed within a fortnight.”

Gwenneth nodded and tightened her lips as she locked eyes with him. “I just hope it’s soon enough to save her,” she whispered.

“What exactly did you do for her before you left? How much time does she have?”

“I removed nearly all the illness. The Devil’s Plague is notorious for simmering in the body for a long time before it overwhelms and kills its victims. Between that fact and the protection spell on our cottage, we hopefully have enough time, but once a patient is truly symptomatic, it is nearly always fatal. I can’t lose her.”

“Why didn’t you bring her along so you could keep curing her?”

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